“What is it?”
“Let’s just say it’s three carats.”
“I better like it.”
“You will,” I say. “It’s beautiful. Which means it’s worthy of you.”
Arlo unlatches, full and milk drunk. Raya lifts him to her shoulder and pats his back gently. He burps like a grown ass man, making us both laugh.
She lays him back in her arms, cradling him, her eyes fixed on his little face. “I love you,” she whispers to him.
Then she looks at me. “I really do.”
I can tell she’s surprised. I can’t imagine what it must be like for her to be so out of tune with her own emotions, but this is progress. I’m proud of her.
“I believe you,” I say, and it’s true.
I do.
50
Raya
I made it five weeks.
I’m still bleeding a little. My stitches have dissolved, but the pain hasn’t completely dissipated.
And I still wanna fuck.
But Ace refuses. He says we’re following the doctor’s orders and he won’t discuss it any further. He put his foot down, if you can believe that.
But right now, we’re in the bedroom, and it’s quiet other than the sounds of my moans. Ace’s face is between my legs, and it’s the best thing I’ve felt since Arlo was born.
I’m gonna put an asterisk on that, though, because we had to make some adjustments. He was fine eating me out in spite of my spotting, but I wasn’t comfortable with it, so I made him put a sheet of saran wrap on top of my pussy. He laughed his head off at that, but he did it, and now, you’d never know. That man is going to town on me.
We rolled Arlo out into the hall before we got down to business.
“Oh my…God…right there. Right there, don’t stop.”
I put a hand on top of his head and grind my pussy against his face. He’s being gentle, treating me like I’m delicate, which I guess I still am, but when I get out of pussy jail, I swear to God that man is gonna be fuckingdisgustedwith me.
I stare at my hand, or more specifically, at my new ring—it’s my push present. It’s gorgeous, sparkling right now in the candlelight.
Ace said I earned it.
My other hand fists the sheets as my body builds toward its peak.
“Ace.Fuck…I’m…I’m cumming…”
I hold in my scream, but my body goes crazy. My boobs are leaking, my uterus is contracting, my mouth is watering, and my pussy is spasming like it’s her first time being eaten.
Did the doctor sew me a brand new pussy? It’s weird, but in a good way. I’ll never be mad at new sensations.
Once I’m finished, Ace kisses his way up my thighs, over my still swollen belly, to my breasts.
“Can you skim a little off the top for me?” I ask with a wicked little smile.
His hooded eyes drop to my lips. He leans in, kisses them softly, then says, “I got you.”
