She sounded adorable.
I drifted after that, not catching the rest of their conversation.
The next time I woke up felt like a long time later.
This time, the sweet voice of Belle was reading to me.
“…he thrust his cock deep into her sheath, not caring in the least that she was a virgin and that she was unused to his size.”
My brain whirled at the sound of her voice, saying those words.
If I could move my arms, I would be reaching for her right then and there.
“He pumped his hips deep into her valuga… nope. Typo. I think you meant vagina, Hastings.” She paused. “Bruno, would you say pump my cock into her vagina, or would you say pussy? Because I’m thinking, since this is from the male’s point of view, he would definitely say pussy and not vagina.”
Definitely pussy.
But, sadly, I couldn’t answer her, even though I wanted to so very badly.
Again, my thoughts drifted.
This time, when I woke up, she was talking again.
“The ball is in your court,” she all but yelled.
I had no clue what she was talking about.
Nor did I think she was talking to me.
“No, you moron. Don’t buy a vowel. Statistics show that you’ll end up on bankrupt, you dumbass.” She paused. “See? I frickin’ told you so. Bankrupt. You’re such a moron.”
I would’ve laughed had I been capable.
My bet was she was watching Wheel of Fortune.
“Yep, I was right. Moron. Hey, Bruno, you would’ve gotten that, right? I have a certain set of standards that I expect the man that I marry to meet,” she chirped.
Once again, I drifted.
Each time I came back, it was her voice that I heard.
Until one time, instead of drifting away, I swam up into consciousness.
“This’ll likely take a couple of h…” a woman’s voice said. Not my woman’s. “Holy shit.”
“What?” a beautiful voice asked.
I turned my head to find the owner of that beautiful voice and smiled when I found her.
Belle.
“Hey,” she gasped. “You’re awake!”
I was.
Finally.
I’d been drifting like this for what felt like a long ass time.