With his tongue, he licks up every drop of liquid gold that leaked out of my engorged breasts. With his mouth, he suckles, just a few minutes on each side. We recently discovered that this gets himextremelyhard, and, well, it’s been on sight ever since.
Freud would have a field day with us.
My left breast lets down, so he has to drink now. Drinking me and jacking himself off. I don’t know why I love it so much, but I do.
Right before he cums, he stands in front of me, and I open my mouth for him, staring up at him through my lashes. My fine ass husband pushes in between my jaws and releases, and it’s my turn to drink and swallow.
He grabs my hair and pulls with barely controlled aggression. “Girl, you just don’t know. I’ma tear yo fine assupnext week.”
Okay, so we’re on the same page, then.
Arlo better get used to the hallway.
I pad into the bathroom to wash up, checking my reflection as I turn on the faucet. My face is fuller. Cheeks flushed. Hair messy. I look content.
I’m not used to that at all.
Back out in the hallway, Arlo is stirring. I stare down at his tiny fists, chuckling as he punches the air like he’s fighting invisible opps.
“Hey, baby,” I murmur. “Ready to eat, or do you wanna play?”
I lift him up, inhaling baby smell as I press him against me. I take him into the nursery and settle onto the rocking chair. He latches on quickly, just like his daddy, and drinks my liquid gold while he stares into my eyes.
I feel it now.
The connection. It’s more spiritual than physical, I think. There’s an invisible chord tethering me to my baby, and no one and nothing will ever be able to sever it.
God, I can’t believe I finally feel it.
Ace comes in looking relaxed in his white t-shirt and black sweatpants. So relaxed, he sprawls out on the floor at my feet.
The way he looks at us makes me ache.
“I meant to tell you,” he says. “I got rid of your journals.”
I glance down at him. “All of them?”
“That’s what you wanted, right?”
“Yes.”
“I kept one, though.”
“Which one?”
He smiles. “The one with my name on it.”
“Now why would you do that?”
He shrugs, but he ain’t fooling me. “I want you to have somewhere to express yourself. You might have feelings or thoughts or whatever that you don’t feel safe sharing with me, and…” he trails off for a minute, his eyes going soft. “It’s there if you need it. And I won’t read it. I trust you. I think.”
I laugh at that. “I appreciate it. I probably won’t. I feel safe sharing things with you now. I think.”
He gives me a wink.
I rock Arlo back and forth as Ace watches from his spot on the floor. I never saw this life for myself, but now that I have it, I don’t know how I ever lived without it.
"Professor Higgins got back to me."
