Page 7 of Willa’s Weddings

Not yet.

The sun was slowly rising and light began to fill the room. There was no chance I was going back to sleep, but I wanted to let Willa sleep for as long as she needed, so I just held her and listened to her breathe.

It was a perfect plan until she squirmed again and her hand slid down my belly and didn’t stop until she was fully cupping my cock over my boxers.

I wanted to die. I thought I’d combust. There was no way she didn’t know what she was doing but I wasn’t about to ask her for a vibe check so I just stayed completely still, even as my dick hardened under her grip.

The urge to rut against her palm was so strong that I had to stifle a whine from escaping my throat. But then she was asleep again. Or pretending to be. Either way, I took a deep breath and allowed myself this moment.

A few more hours passed before she was fully awake. I knew when she was there because her breaths quieted and her grip pulsed over me a few more times before she slid her palm up to my abs and gripped my hip. Willa pressed her face into my chest and sighed. "Thank you for staying, Daddy."

My throat was dry so I cleared it once and ran my hand up her bare back. "I’ll always be here for you, baby girl."

Neither of us moved for a good five minutes.

Then she finally craned her neck up and rested her chin on her hand. “Good morning.”

Fuck, she was beautiful. “Good morning, Willa Rose.” I ran my fingers through her wild hair and cupped the side of her neck, rubbing her jawline with my thumb. “How are you feeling?”

She made a face. “Gross but happy. And a little surprised you’re still here.”

"Told you I would be." I rubbed her back again, ignoring the way her bare nipple tightened from the cool air. It looked like it was exactly where it belonged next to my bare chest.

“And I gotta pee.” She smiled at me but I could see the vulnerability in her eyes.

"You’re diapered, if you’re not ready to get up yet." I stroked her hair and tried to stay completely neutral. I didn’t want to push her in any direction, but if she was willing to use her diaper when she wasn’t fully Little, that would speak volumes about the level of trust she had in me. And maybe a taste of what our future mornings could look like. "Or I can keep the bed warm while you get up."

Her cheeks went pink in an unexpectedly shy moment, but she held my gaze. “I don’t want to get up yet.”

I pulled her up higher so she was fully lying on my body. Her diaper was pressed against my thigh and we both ignored my hard dick as I wrapped my arms around her back. “I’ve got you, baby girl. You’re safe with me.”

A moment later, the thick cotton on my thigh was warm and the muscles in her body were tight. I kissed the top of her head. “Such a good girl.”

Willa’s muscles relaxed and she exhaled slowly. “Perv.”

I chuckled, glad for the tension to be eased between us. "No argument there." I say, and mean that, too.

We lay there for a while before I patted her bottom. “Time to get dressed, wild thing. Let’s go get breakfast. There are a few things we need to talk about.”

Taking off her wet diaper and getting Willa dressed for the day was fucking intoxicating. I’d done it before as a caretaker and with her friend as my girlfriend, so it was different. Now that we were both single and at least attracted to each other, there was a different weight that every glance at her perfect tits and just as bare pussy had on me.

Instead of looking at her from a slightly detached, clinical sense. I was able to sneak peeks as a man looking at a gorgeous woman. And I wanted her to know how I felt. “You’re very beautiful, Willa.”

I’d never known her to have a shy bone in her body but she blushed again. “Thank you, Troy. So are you.” She winked, and my dick did too.

I helped her into a summer dress and put on the clothes I’d been wearing the night before and we headed to a diner I went to at least a few times a week. Once we were seated across from each other at a table and our breakfast was ordered, I couldn’t avoid this conversation any longer.

"You want to tell me about that guy last night?”

She made a face like that was the last thing she wanted to talk about. “No idea who he was. I had a wedding across the street, so I stopped in for a bedtime drink. He sat down next to me and started talking. Seemed nice enough, but I guess he’s too much of a loser to get a girl with his charm alone. He has to drug them up to get his dick wet.”

I cringed at the thought of what could have happened if I weren’t there to stop her from finishing that drink.

“So you don’t have his name or number?”

She shook her head and laughed. “Hell, no. I don’t just give my number out to randos.”

That was a relief. Okay, it was time to switch gears. "You talk in your sleep, ya know."