“Ooh,” I moaned, closing my eyes and feeling how strong he was. It had been at least two months since I’d had any kind of release, and so much had happened between then and now. I could feel his heat soak intome.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned, adding another finger. I could feel him hard behind me and would have gladly taken him in my hand if I could have reached comfortably. “Are you wet forme?”
“Always,” I breathed out as he hit the spot that brought meso muchpleasure.
He knew exactly what I needed. He rubbed his palm against my clit as he began a faster rhythm, pumping his fingers in and out of my body. He pinched my nipple harder, and I came instantly. He continued, slowly pumping in and out until my climaxsubsided.
With a smile, Elijah removed his fingers from me. “Better?”
“Much. Thank you,” I said, keeping my eyes closed and basking in the after effects. I never wanted tomove.
A few minutes later, Lizzy had other ideas, crying out loudly for attention. With me groaning and Elijah laughing, I moved to pick up my daughter with a smile while Elijah went to wash his hands and make a bottle. I changed her diaper and enjoyed the time I had withher.
I wished the path I had to take to get here hadn't happened the way it did; I would have loved to skip most of the things that had happened to me, but I couldn’t change it. If I hadn’t been sold by my mother, I wouldn’t have found this baby, and maybe not Elijah. Just because we grew up together, doesn’t mean we would have stayedclose.
I was beginning to have the craving for my own children with Elijah—at least one, maybe two, but I wasn’t sure if I was up to going through the checkups to see if I could still have children. I knew from what Emily had said just the week before that the depo shot stayed in a woman’s system for quite some time after the last dose, and I didn’t know what kind of damage had been done when Erick had forced me to lose the baby I hadcarried.
I had yet to get my period, but I wasn’t concerned. Vence had said it may take some time, taking in my weight loss and stress. If I didn’t have it by the time I fully decided to have children of my own, I would bring it up tosomeone.
For the time being, I was more than happy with how life was turning out. I was happy, content, and falling more in love with Elijah and ourdaughter.
