“Have you seriously only just realised?” She’s still laughing as she hugs me. “The way her friends look at you is justblatant.” Her eyelashes flutter, and she smirks. “You’re the youngest, hottest dad they know. Ofcoursethey have crushes on you.”
I shudder. “Could have lived the rest of my life quite happily without ever knowing that.” Time for a subject change, I think as I give her a peck on the lips. “You ready to go?”
“Just need to put my lip gloss on.”
“Don’t bother, I’m only gonna kiss it off.” She beams at me, her nose wrinkling in a way that makes my insides dissolve happily, and we head out.
I took her to the fair, which was back in town for its yearly visit just in time for my plan. We were supposed to go back when we were teenagers, but that went to hell when we found out she was pregnant. We’ve taken Eleanor there in years gone past as a family, including our parents, but never just the two of us.
And, as can be said about many things for us,it’s time.
She’s lit up brighter than all the fairground lights as she takes in the bells and whistles, the smell of the fresh cinnamon doughnuts and popcorn, the colours and the echoing nineties music. Huge soft toys are hanging from this one stall, and I make a mental note to win her the purple elephant. She loves elephants.
But…first thing’s first.
“Ferris wheel first?” I offer, loving the way she snuggles in with my arm slung around my shoulder, holding her hand. We’re three months into making up for lost time, and I still feel like a loved up teenager with her. In the absence of being able to have sex, every touch, every lingering moment, is loaded with yearning and power. It’s fricking incredible, but I still can’t wait for tonight. We’d be fucking right now, except I wanted her to have this. I always regretted not taking her to the fair, not tellingour families to go fuck themselves and let us enjoy being young and in love for one last evening before life got real.
No more regrets.
And no more holding back.
“Sure.” She looks at the ghost train and shudders. “Definitely not that ride, though.”
“But the ferris wheel is OK?” I tease her.
“It doesn’t have jump scares, so I’m all for it.” She grins. “And besides, it’ll be just the two of us.”
So we queue up and I pay the teenager at the stall, and then we take our seat. I’m glad she said yes to doing this one first, because I can’t wait to say what I need to say to her. I don’t think I could hold it in too much longer anyway, and I want to do this right.
We kiss all the way up, laughing together every time the seats swing, focused only on each other and, occasionally, the view. Foxton-on-Sea looks incredible from this angle, with the ocean stretching out as far as the eye can see, the pier dotting lights along the front, and the brightly coloured terraced houses glowing in the twilight. It’s sure as shit a romantic setting.
It takes a little while - this isn’t a small wheel - but we reach the top. The moment is here. So I take a quiet steadying breath and turn to her…
…and she wriggles out of her jacket and lays it over my lap, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s have some fun,” she whispers against my lips, unzipping my fly under the jacket and reaching inside, grabbing my cock. I had a semi from all the kissing on the way up, but it leaps into action at her touch, the throb makingme gasp. These days, a few firm strokes and I’m hers for the taking.God, that feels GOOD…
“Whoah, wait a second,” I say with the last of my restraint. Got to do the thing first.
Oh, shit, she’s bending her head…
I let out a strangled groan at the touch of her tongue on my helmet. I can’t think when she does that; all I can do is helplessly, mindlessly enjoy it.No.Must… “Nat, wait just a second - ”
“It’s OK,” she murmurs, still in playful kitten mode, “no-one can see us.”
“Yeah, but - ”
“And you’ll have plenty left for me later, when we get home.”
“Of course, but I’m trying to - ”
“So,” she purrs, rubbing my shaft with the exact grip I like, rolling her thumb over the tip so the pre-cum glides over it in the most knee-trembling way, “you can just sit andenjoy the ride -”
“Nat, will you marry me!”It’s not even a question at this point. I just blurt it out, because I know if I don’t, I’ll lose this perfect position on the ferris wheel and end up nothing more than a slave to her mouth. And I so wanted to propose here.
Now I’ve done it, though, I feel like maybe I should have had a plan B, because she’s frozen in place, staring at me. “Wait, what?”
I sigh, a small smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. “I…brought you up here to ask you to be my wife,” I admit, and shelets go of my dick like it’s hot. I burst out laughing, and she slaps my arm.
“That’s not something to joke about,” she grumbles.
