Page 77 of The P*ssy Next Door
I wanted to be the one to give her that. But how was I going to do that? I was tied to Denver, both by my family and my career.
Sure, I could get traded to another team and have to leave, but it would always be my home. I wasn't sure Willa even needed a home.
“Thank you,” I said softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “For bringing me here, for showing me this side of you. I know it's not always easy for me to let go of my plans and just... trust the journey. But I'll always try.”
She smiled, leaning into my touch. “You're really having fun? I haven't freaked you out?”
“I think maybe you freaked me in. Because I am all in for you.”
Willa leaned in close. “I don't know what the rules for public displays of affection are in Japan, but if you don't kiss me right now, I'll die.”
I kissed her and would have continued to kiss her if the cat lying on her hadn't decided he wanted kisses too and stuck his nose in my face. As we sat there, surrounded by the playful antics of the cats and the soft murmur of conversation, a new determination seeped into me.
I would find a way tobe her partner in adventure and in life.I wanted to learn from her, to grow with her, to chase our dreams together, wherever they might lead. I couldn't see the way to do it yet, but I would. I had to. Because I wasn't ever letting her go.
After a few more hours of exploring the city, visiting two more cat cafés, and eating some really strange, but weirdly delicious street food, we were both exhausted. It might only be early afternoon in Tokyo, but it was midnight dark thirty back home. The jet lag and the overwhelming newness of everything was catching up to me, and all I wanted was to find a soft bed, fuck my girl into oblivion, and sleep for a hundred years.
“Please tell me you have some kind of idea of where we're going to sleep tonight, and that it isn't in a park under a tree or something.”
Willa laughed like that was ridiculous, but I wouldn't put an experience like that past her. “No, I made a reservation at a ryokan with a private onsen while we were at the last café.”
“I like the word reservation and private, but other than that, I have no idea what you just said. Is it a hotel?”
She grinned, shaking my head. “Trust me, this will be so much better. More authentic, more immersive. And the couple who runs it are supposed to be the sweetest.”
Willa guided us through another trip on the subway and then a few minutes’ walk where we came up to what looked way more like some samurai's enormous house than a hotel. “We aren't staying at these people's house or something, are we?”
“It's a traditional Japanese inn.” She tugged my hand. “Come on, you're going to love this. I promise.”
She led me inside, where we took off our shoes and put on some slippers, which honestly did feel good after walking around all day. Then we were met by a Japanese woman who bowed in greeting. “Welcome, Mr. Kingman, Ms. Rosemount. Please come this way.”
Inside the inn was a balm to my country-mouse soul. It was quiet and peaceful, with only the sound of trickling water instead of the hustle and bustle of the city. I didn't think it could get any better, until the hostess slid open the door to our private room. I literally fucking gasped.
I'd been in luxury hotels plenty of times. But they all felt sterile and boring compared to this. The space was a stunning blend of traditional Japanese aesthetics and modern luxury, with sleek lines, natural wood, and soft, diffused lighting.
But what really caught my eye was the private porch just beyond the sliding glass doors. There, nestled amid meticulously arranged rocks and lush greenery, was a steaming, inviting hot tub.
“Here are your nemaki, and your private onsen is ready whenever you are.” The hostess motioned to some cotton looking bathrobes, and then to the hot tub outside. “I will bring dinner at seven. Please do not hesitate to let me know if you need anything else.”
It was like a scene from a dream, the water glistening under the soft glow of lanterns, the rising steam promising warmth and relaxation. My mind immediately jumped to carrying Willa right into the soothing heat of the water, our bodies intertwined and our worries melting away.I glanced at Willa, seeing my own excitement mirrored in her eyes, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Oh, the things we could do in that onsen. I was getting one of these put into my backyard the second we got home. The jet lag and hours of exploring faded into the background. All I could think about was getting Willa into that water, of losing myself in her.
The hostess said something else, her words a gentle hum in the background, but I barely heard her. I was too focused on Willa, on the heat in her gaze and the promise of what was to come. The door slid shut behind us, leaving us alone in our private oasis, and I reached for her, my hands already aching to touch her, to claim her.
We stripped faster than ever, and she giggled as I chased her across the room to the porch. But this was one of those nights I needed something more from her than a fun romp. We stepped into the round stone bowl of swirling water, but before she could sink down, I grabbed her hips and turned her to face away from me. “Hands on the side of the tub, Willa, ass in the air, with your legs spread.”
This was one of those times when I was feeling so possessive of her. But this time I recognized it was because of a change in our relationship. She didn't know it yet, but I did. We wouldn't be the same when we got back to Denver, and I needed something to hold on to, if only for one more night. For one more night, I needed to know that I was alive. I only ever felt alive when I was with her.
She sucked in a tiny gasp and leaned against me, pressing her cheek against my chest and moving her arms back to grip my thighs. “You have no idea how much I need you right now.”
That was exactly what I needed to hear. How did she always know? Because she was my girl, my Willa.
“Good, because I want to fuck you fast and hard. Hands on the tub. Now.”
She did as I told her to, as I needed her to, but not without a little tease. She pressed her plump ass back against my dick and wiggled it back and forth. As if I wasn't already hard for her. I gave her a smack for her troubles and then again when I saw how it made her ass and thighs jiggle and her skin pinken. “Yes, or no, Willa?”
“Oh fuck. Umm, yes.”