97. Willow
WILLOW
Ifeel like I’m floating. No, wait, I’m definitely in the water. I can feel his body behind me, and I’m not sure how long I was passed out for because I thought I’d only closed my eyes for a second, but now we’re in a bath and the water is cooling already.
“Are you awake?” he asks softly as he kisses my bare shoulder.
“Yes,” I answer, but my voice is raw.
My eyes are still closed and my head is resting against his shoulder.
“Here.”
He reaches out of the tub, and I can hear the drops of water hitting the floor. A crack noise is followed by a bottle being placed against my lips.
“Drink.”
I grab the bottle and take a sip of water. The liquid feels amazing on my throat. Tonight was a lot, both emotionally and physically. I don’t even know how many times he made me orgasm, but fucking hell, am I sore. Every muscle in my body burns.
I start to open my eyes to one of the most beautiful sights right in front of me.
Large glass doors lead out onto another balcony.
The dark forest looms beyond the railing.
The moon is low in the sky flickering between the leaves like shards of silver breaking through the darkness. It’s breathtaking.
“This is amazing,” I whisper. Not wanting to shatter the silence of the night. I don’t even know what time it is.
“I’m glad you like it.”
His arms seem to wrap tighter around my stomach as he gently traces his fingers along my ribs. I shift from the ticklish sensation, and the water sloshes hitting higher up on my body. A sharp sting radiates from my breast and spreads along my chest.
“What the heck? Oh…”
When I glance down, I can see the red cut on my breast right next to my nipple.
When the water runs along the cut, it turns the clear water a tint of red from my blood. I let my finger brush over the sliced skin. Feeling the raised line leading up to the cut. It’s…beautiful.
“Am I fucked up?” The words leave my mouth without me realizing the question wasn’t locked inside my head.
“Why would you ask that?” he asks, leaning to look at my face.
He cups my chin and forces me to look at him drawing my gaze away from the drops of red flowing down my chest into the water.
“Because…I love looking at these marks.”
I trace the one that runs from my neck down between my breasts. It doesn’t seem to have bled as much as the one on my breast did, but the skin is raised and stings.
“I love seeing the marks on me from you. I feel more in control when you have me restrained than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Why?”
“Because you’re in control, Willow.”
He takes my hand and brings it to his lips kissing the back of each of my knuckles.
“You decide how far we go. You set the boundaries. I will only continue based on your response, testing your limits. But if you ever said red, I would untie you immediately and then bring you right in here for your aftercare.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Your pleasure and happiness are my priority. I told you that.”
“But what if you…”
“Doesn’t matter. If you said red, we’re done. Pain and pleasure only go together if we’re willing to listen to each other. Otherwise, it’s just pain. And I don’t know if you know this, but I really, really love pleasuring you.”
I can’t help but laugh. He tilts his head curiously at me.
“What is it?” he asks.
“I couldn’t tell…You only gave me like what? Four orgasms?”
“Five, actually. I wanted to go longer and see if I could get you to hit ten, but you kind of passed out.”
“Did you at least…?”
“Oh yeah. I filled you up. Are you still on birth control? Cause if not…” I can hear the smile on his lips when he says this.
“I’m still on it.”
“Damn,” he mutters under his breath, but I still hear him.
“Do you actually want kids? Or does the idea just entice you?”
“Well, I’m not going to lie, the image of my cum dripping out of you will stay burned into my mind forever because it was hot as fuck. But yes, I’ve thought about kids. As long as it’s what you want. I told you, as long as I have you in my life, I don’t care what happens.”
“Boy or girl?” I ask as I face forward and rest my body against his. The water is cold now and it’s causing goosebumps to pebble across my skin.
“One of each.”
“One of each?” I ask.
“Yep. A boy with my eyes and your strawberry blonde hair, and a girl that has your eyes but my dark hair.”
“Damn. Do you have names picked out?” I can feel him tense behind me. “Oh my God, you do?!”
“I mean…kind of.”
“Tell me,” I beg.
“Ugh, fine. But don’t laugh. Ariel or Lily for a girl.”
“Ariel? Like the little mermaid?”
“It was your favorite movie when you were a kid,” he laughs.
“And Lily?”
“Your favorite flower,” he answers confidently.
Warmth spreads from my chest.
“What about for a boy?”
He pauses for a moment before letting out a long sigh.
“Dallas.”
“Why Dallas?”
“It’s where the Bennett’s kept you safe all these years. Even though I wasn’t able to find you, I knew in my heart you were safe. I wish I could have met them and thanked them for saving you when I couldn’t.”
“Noah…”
“I know, I know. It probably sounds dumb.”
“No,” I snap, spinning toward him and causing the water to splash over the side.
I grip his face, kissing him then holding his forehead against mine. His cheeks are flushed red. Is he embarrassed?
“That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. No one has ever loved me like you do. I’ve never felt a connection with anyone like I do with you. It was scary how instantaneously I felt the connection, but I believed you when you said it was fate. Fate brought us back together.”
I press my lips to his. Pouring my love into him to try and get him to understand I’m just as fucking crazy for him as he is for me.
“I love you, Noah Anderson. I will love you until we’re old and gray, through this life and the next. You are my forever.”
He presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed. His chest rises and falls in slow, deep breaths.
“I love you, Willow. You are my forever.”
Both of us are shivering from the cold water, but the warmth spreading through my chest is helping.
He stands, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He climbs out of the tub and walks us over to the shower, dripping and leaving a trail of water along the floor.
He turns on the shower and waits a moment for it to heat up before stepping under the stream with me still in his arms.
“Wait…What about this house? It only has one bedroom. What about the kid…Or kids?”
“I already looked into how we can expand it. We could turn this room into the kids' room and then build us a master suite off the back. One with a hot tub right outside the patio doors.”
“Ooh, now you’re speaking my language.”
“So, what do you think? Maybe in a year or two?” he asks hesitantly as he peppers my neck with kisses.
“Maybe or maybe sooner. There are just a few things I want to do first,” I answer honestly.
“Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it. But just so you know, I’m still filling you with my cum every fucking time, no matter what.”
In a split second, he spins me. He bends me slightly at the waist as he presses my chest against the cool tile wall. I can feel his cock throbbing between my thighs, just teasing my entrance with the tip.
“Oh, really?” I ask coyly as I push my hips back pressing him just a bit further inside.
“It’s a fucking promise.”