I've always wondered what it would be like to fall asleep with my cock buried inside someone.
Well, not someone. Just Willow now.
“Get in the car before I change my mind,” I warn her, standing straighter.
She spins to comply, giving me a cheeky “Yes, sir.”
I groan under my breath, heat crawling up my chest. God, I want nothing more than to hear her scream that while I’m deep inside her, her voice trembling and breathless with just how much she wants me too.
“Can I open my eyes now?” she asks for what has to be the tenth time.
I grin, keeping my hands firmly over them as she bounces on the balls of her feet, clutching her cardigan for dear life.
The drive here was easy—calm in a way that feels rare and precious. She sang along to half the songs on the radio, fingers laced with mine where my hand rested on her thigh. No awkward silences. No forced conversation.
Just us.
I kept catching her watching the world pass by through the window, a soft little smile playing on her lips before she’d glance back at me, like she couldn't believe this was real.
She has a beautiful voice. The kind you could listen to for hours without realising time had passed.
It makes me wonder what this girl can't do.
She's everything.
And somehow, she's mine.
“Impatience will get you spanked, princess,” I whisper against her ear. I feel the smile spread across her face from the way her cheeks press into my palms.
“Doesn't sound like a punishment to me.”
I let out a quiet laugh. Of course, it doesn't.
People pass by us, some giving us curious looks, others completely uninterested, but I’m too caught up in the moment to give a damn. She's practically buzzing with anticipation.
“Alright,” I step away, moving to her side so I don't miss a second of her reaction. “Surprise.”
She blinks a few times as her eyes adjust, a tiny crease forming on her nose. Then her bright green eyes widened, locking onto the sign in front of us.
“Oh my god… how did you know?” She falls silent, gazing up in awe.
The theatre looms above us just outside of Manchester, lights glowing warmly as evening settles in.
Moulin Rouge: The Musical.
“River told me it was your guilty pleasure,” I say, watching her face carefully. “Apparently, aside from your obsession withHomeward Bound, this is the other one. And you never watched it with your dad.”
I want this to be anusthing.
The truth is, I've never seen this film. Don't have a clue what it's about. But if she loves it, I will too. Or I’ll learn to. Happily.
The grin she gives me is massive—pure, unfiltered joy—and before I can brace myself, she launches at me. I catch her easily, wrapping my arms around her as she squeezes tight.
Her fruity scent fills my lungs, now familiar and comforting in a way I didn't realise I needed.
“Thank you,” she says again and again, pressing a gentle kiss to my neck before I let her slide back down to her feet.
“I was wondering why you weren't wearing your cap,” she adds, reaching up to mess with my hair.
