The rays of the sunlight hit my eyes. Shutting my already close eyes tighter as I begin to stir. With a yawn and stretch, my day begins. My right arm lands on something. Not sure what it is, I turn my head and see Arron sleeping. A huge smile spread across my face as I recall what happen the night before. I turn over onto my side facing him. I kiss his nose and each eye lid. His eyes flutter open as he starts stretching. He smiles as he pulls me closer to him. He kisses my lips.
"Good morning," he greets.
"Good morning to you. You slept well?"
"Best sleep I had in a long time. How about you?"
"It was much needed. I'm glad you decided to stay the night," I say and then kiss his cheek.
I get out of my king size bed and stretch again. My nightgown now flowing instead of clinging to my skin. I turn around and stare at him.
"I'm going to make breakfast. What would you like?"
He sits up and stares at me while biting his bottom lip.
"I would love to have you for breakfast," he answers.
My stomach tingles as my pussy oozes of wetness. I clear my throat before speaking. Chances my voice might be at a higher pitch after his comment.
"That will be later. Seriously, what would you like to have for breakfast?"
"Alright, alright! If you could make a breakfast from New Orleans, that will be the most amazing breakfast anyone could make for me. It doesn't matter which one you make. I'll be happy," he says.
My smile is huge. I think I know what he wants.
"Alright, I think I know what you want. I'll bring it to you in about twenty minutes. You relax yourself. Would you like a cup of coffee or juice?"
"Coffee please," he answers with a grin on his face.
I head to my kitchen and begin prepping the food. I turn the coffee maker on and fill it with ground coffee beans. Once the coffee was done. I pour him a cup and brought it to him with sugar, milk and cream. I place everything on the night stand on his side. He smiles again.
"Thank you so much Yolanda," he says.
I smile and nod my head. As I head back to the kitchen, he calls me.
"So, do you know what I for breakfast?"
"I think I do, but would you deny any food I make?"
He shakes his head no. I smile as I walk towards him and kiss his lips.
"Breakfast will be done soon," I tell him.
"Whatever you're making smells delicious," he tells me.
I turn on my heels and head to the kitchen. A few minutes later, I come back into my bedroom holding a tray. I place it in front of him.
"Bon appetit", I say as I get in bed moving closer to him.
He inhales deeply and sighs happily. I made fried catfish, buttermilk biscuits and creamy grits. He grabs a fork and cut into the fish. He takes a bite and chews slowly savoring it.
"Oh, my goodness, baby, this is delicious! A woman of many great talents," he says.
I couldn't help, but blush as I grin.