13. Willa
THIRTEEN
Willa
Forrest got at least one item checked off my to-do list right away.
Sleep still fogged my eyes…muddled my mind. I was too cozy, too warm, too happy where I was, curled up in Forrest’s bed as morning light crept through the curtains.
I felt him get up; felt the bed move as he rose, then came back a few minutes later. Tried to snuggle up to him…but he was at the foot of the bed now, crawling under the blankets, spreading my—
I let out a breathy sigh.
His tongue was on me.
I let my head fall back with a moan, staying in that dreamy, half-asleep place, letting myself enjoy it without forcing myself to pay more attention. It made the sensation nebulous and somehow more specific, pleasure concentrated in that one place.
His voice was muffled under the blanket; his big hands on my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful…so fucking beautiful…”
My hips started to move all on their own, rocking up toward him over and over, chasing the sensation. My fingers gripped the blanket and I woke up just a little more, wanting to be here and wanting to stay on the cloud.
He hummed against me and I gasped, my back arching off the mattress.
I was still half-asleep and it didn’t matter.
My body knew exactly what it wanted and it was this—Forrest Holt, his mouth between my legs, his hands holding my hips.
The orgasm was building fast, rising, rising…
getting close to the tipping point where the whole world narrowed to his tongue, his lips, the barest hint of teeth.
I cried out and that was the thing that finally woke me—my eyes flying open to stare at the unfinished timber ceiling, my hips rocking into Forrest’s mouth. He worked me through it, but he didn’t let up, rising just enough that he could watch me when he plunged two fingers into my pussy.
“Morning,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. His fingers were pumping into me, his thumb on my clit.
I was so sensitive…couldn’t speak. I let out this garbled string of syllables instead, and Forrest laughed.
“Got you that good, huh?” he asked, teasing. His brown eyes were warm in the morning light, everything around us molten. “Want me to stop?”
I shook my head, gripping the sheets.
He fingered me harder.
Again. Again, I was coming again. I rocked myself into his touch, taking him deeper on my own momentum, clenching around him. He added another finger, giving me everything, and I keened.
“You want me inside you, Willa?”
“Please,” I gasped. “Yes. Please, please, Forrest—”
He pulled his fingers free, my pussy clenching around nothing—
—then he was there, his cock replacing his fingers, and I came again on the spot.
“Fuck,” he cursed in my ear as he thrust. “Fuck…are you coming?”
“Mmhm,” I somehow managed, body twitching and spasming. “Yeah…yes—”
“You’re so fucking good for me,” he snarled, setting a punishing pace right away. “Taking my cock, taking what you want. So fucking perfect.”
The sound of our bodies together was obscene, filling the room, drowning out all other noise—his hips slapping against mine, the wet slide of his cock inside me, our mingled breaths.
I grabbed his shoulders and held on tight enough that I lifted off the bed, my body swinging against him so I could take him even deeper.
He wasn’t going slow, wasn’t being careful. He was giving me exactly what I’d asked for the day before and my whole body was saying yes.
My shoulders dropped and I canted my hips upward; Forrest knelt and paused only for a moment, only long enough to hook my knees over his shoulders, to bend me as far as I could so he could go as deep as he could.
I swear I could feel him bump against my cervix, his head turning so he could brush a kiss to my ankle.
Then he kept fucking me hard.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he rasped. “Spread out for me, taking my cock. Jesus…fucking hell, Willa, I’m yours. I’m all yours—”
He buried himself inside me and came.
I could feel the heat of his cum spill into me…fill me up, course through me. I reached for him, wanting to taste him, and he moved my legs so he could lean in and kiss me, his tongue thrusting past my lips.
I loved him.
I loved him so much I could hardly breathe when I thought of it.
I wanted too much to be Willa June Holt.
We kissed for what felt like forever, Forrest staying inside me a long, long time. He didn’t pull out even when he collapsed on top of me—moving to the side just enough so as not to crush me, his head propped up on one elbow.
I clenched around him. He blinked fast, eyes bleary with lust, one hand trailing up my side to cup my breast.
Thrust again.
I moaned.
“Still?” he laughed under his breath. “Jesus…you’re gonna make me hard again, Willa.”
“Fantastic,” I breathed. “I would love that.”
"All day?"
"As long as possible," I said. I clenched around him again, deliberate, watching his eyes go dark. Yeah…he was definitely getting hard again. "I like you there."
"Willa." Warning in his voice. The good kind.
"I know." I shifted my hips and felt him stir, smiled. "Forrest."
"Mm."
I bit my lip. "Can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything."
I looked at the ceiling for a second. Then back at him.
"I know I can't—I know it's not going to happen.
But can we…" I stopped. Started again. "In the books, sometimes they—the hero talks about it.
About getting her pregnant. And I just—" My face was hot.
"I want to know what that sounds like. From you. "
He was very still.
"You want me to talk to you like I'm trying to get you pregnant," he said.
Not a question. Making sure he understood.
"I know it's—"
"Hey." He tilted my chin up. "Don't apologize."
I searched his face.
“Told you I’d give you anything you wanted.”
He thrust, slow and deep, and I gasped.
"You want to feel full of me," he said, low. "Want to keep me inside you."
"Yes—"
"Yeah." He thrust again. "I'll give you that." His mouth found my ear. "Keep you right here all day. Fill you up over and over until you're dripping with me."
I made a sound I had no control over.
"You want that?" His voice had dropped to something barely above a whisper. "Want me to put a baby in you, Willa?"
"Yes," I breathed. "God, yes—"
I sucked in another breath as he moved off of me all of a sudden, turning me to my belly—taking my hips in his hands and pulling them up. It took all of five seconds for him to line himself up again and thrust inside me, and I pushed back to take him.
“You feel that?” he asked, thrusting once, twice—reaching forward to tug on my swaying nipples. “That’s me making sure every drop of cum stays in that perfect pussy. Stays there and roots inside you and gives you a baby.”
“Please,” I whispered, and on some level…I was actually praying. Begging for Forrest, begging for God to give me this one thing I wanted more than anything, the one thing I’d wanted even before I ran away.
I was twenty years old and I’d always been told what I wanted.
But the one thing I knew I wanted was a baby…and now I knew I wanted one with Forrest Holt.
“That’s it,” he said as I fucked myself on his cock. “Take all of me.” He thrust deep and I clenched, fluttered. “Every drop. That’s yours.”
I whined under my breath.
“You want me to fill you up.” He pulled back and thrust again and I gasped. “Want to feel me inside you for days.”
“Yes—”
“Say it again. Be specific.”
“I want your baby,” I breathed. “I want—Forrest, I want—”
He was speeding up again, his grip on my hips tight and claiming. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “That’s what I thought. Keep you full of me…every morning, every night until it takes.”
“Please—”
“You’d be so pretty.” He pulled me up and kissed my neck, playing with my breasts. It pushed him deeper, my legs spread…and it made my heart sing when he slid one hand down to splay out across my belly. “So pretty carrying my baby. You want that?”
“Yes, God yes—”
“Beg.”
“I want your baby.” My voice cracked. “Please, Forrest, please—”
He pushed me forward and just…it was rough, perfect. His hips slapped against mine, a growl rumbling in his chest as he fucked me so hard I couldn’t stop screaming, begging, moaning. The pressure made my whole body rock, the bed creaking, my fingers scrabbling at the sheets.
I came hard—harder than any of the times before, my whole body shaking, his name torn out of me over and over. He followed me with a groan that rumbled through his chest and into my back, burying himself deep, his hand still splayed flat across my stomach.
We stayed like that, both of us breathing hard.
Then he pulled me down with him, my back to his chest, his arms around me, still inside me.
Neither of us spoke for a long moment.
"Willa."
He sounded…serious. I was terrified he was about to end it.
“Yeah?” I asked.
He breathed out a long, tired breath. Fear shot through me.
“What if it was never you?” he asked. “What if it was him? And what if…what if I already got you pregnant?”
My breath hitched, my pussy clenching despite myself. Forrest laughed helplessly.
“Guess that’s one answer…”
“I don’t know,” I interrupted, turning just enough to look back at him—keeping him inside me, because I desperately wanted it to take, wanted it to be true. “Mr. Daley…he’s old. But he’d had kids before—”
“Five kids in forty years with four wives?” Forrest said.
Suddenly, the math did feel really absurd. And I wondered…
That shame I’d felt for so long, the anger at my own body—what if it had never been me?
And what if we’d been doing this for the past few days without any assurance there wouldn’t be a baby?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t think—”
“Willa, it’s okay,” Forrest said, reaching up to cup my cheek. “If that happens…I’ve got you, okay? Whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He nodded. “Just want to make sure you’re cared for. That you see a doctor, that you get…that you get that damn ID because I want you safe.”
I swallowed hard, not having expected this, not this conversation, not how it would make me feel.
“I’m so lucky I found you,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead, smoothing my hair.
“I’m the lucky one,” he said. “Now go back to sleep…and we can figure this out in the afternoon, okay? Make sure you have everything you need.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed me one more time; I turned away from him and snuggled into his chest, his cock still softening inside me.
I wanted this. I wanted it terribly.
And suddenly…it was actually possible.