Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Oh, I can think of a way,” she said, lowering herself down to her knees and pulling my pants and underwear down as she went.
My body tensed as she looked up at me with want-heavy lids and slowly took me into her mouth.
Desire jolted through me as she took me deep inside, moaning around my length, then working me up and down—slowly at first, then faster and faster as my breath went shallow and deep, needy groans escaped me.
My hand held the back of her head before the need got too strong, and I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled until my length slid out from between her lips with a pop.
“I can think of another way you can reward me,” I said as I traced a finger across her swollen lower lip. “Stand up and take off your clothes.”
With her eyes getting even more heavy-lidded, she stood and slid her shorts down her legs. Her tank top went next. Then her panties. And, finally, her bra.
For a time, she’d been insecure about taking off her top, about the changes in her breasts, the possibility of leaking, and the way the area no longer felt sexual to her. But over the last few weeks, she’d gotten more comfortable with me, knowing I found her sexy just the way she was.
And, God, was just the way she was… sexy.
“Is this what you wanted for your tip?” she asked, eyes going all doe-like.
“I don’t think that’s quite enough.”
“Hmm,” she said, turning in a circle. “Are you sure?”
Reaching up, I whipped off my shirt as I toed off my shoes and socks before stepping out of my pants and underwear.
“Maybe,” I said. “Why don’t you come over here so I can show you how the shower works?”
She shot me a smirk as I moved inside to turn the water on.
As soon as the water was warm and she stepped inside, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her under the spray.
Our hands roamed greedily then, sliding over slick skin as our lips met, soft and slow at first, but harder and hungrier with each passing moment.
It wasn’t long before I was sliding inside her, both of us groaning as her walls closed around me, then moving together as the desire spread, grew, and overtook us completely.
And as we were still trying to catch our breaths, a tiny little cry drifted down the hall toward us.
Two seconds later, Tuna came rushing into the bathroom, crying.
“I’ll go. You enjoy the shower,” I said, leaning down to steal a quick kiss before moving out, toweling off, and pulling on some pants before going to scoop up an indignant Adelaide.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said as I pulled her into my arms.
And I knew I wanted to do exactly that a thousand more times.
“Did something wake you up?” I asked as I brought her over to the glider, pressed a blanket to my bare shoulder, then positioned her onto it. “It’s okay. You can go back to sleep. I’ve got you.”
I glanced up, seeing Willa standing there in her robe, her wet hair in a quick, messy bun.
“Is it too soon to say I really like seeing you with her like this?” she asked.
“Is it too soon to say I really like being with her like this?”
The smile she gave me made my damn heart stop.
Willa - 2 months
“Ba-ba-ba, ma-ma-ma,” Adelaide babbled as she sat in a tripod position in front of the mirror in Owen’s primary bathroom.
“You, my sweet girl, are getting too big too fast,” I said, not quite able to wrap my head around the fact that just eight weeks ago, she couldn’t sit up if she wasn’t assisted. “At this rate, you’re going to be asking for the car keys and coming home after curfew in just a few months.”
“Ma-ma-ma.”
It didn’t matter how much she said that—and since her vocabulary consisted of exactly two words, it was a lot—it never failed to make my heart go all gooey. Sure, I’d practically said it nonstop to her for a week until she started repeating it. But still.
Mama.
I was Mama.
Downstairs, I heard the front door close and Owen’s voice greeting Tuna as he got home from work.
We’d been ‘enjoying a long weekend’ at his house for a week and a half now. Neither of us seemed inclined to leave, let alone talk about the fact that we didn’t appear to have any plans to go back to my place. I’d even gone back to my house twice to get more of mine and Adelaide’s supplies—and, you know, make sure nothing else broke over there while we were gone. While I’d been visiting with my cousins at the farm, Owen had moved the bed out of the guest room and added in Adelaide’s swing, a little bookshelf with her favorite books, added a rug to the floor for tummy time and crawling, and stocked extra diapers in the closet.