The labor got pretty intense there toward the end but once they placed her on my chest, and I watched her take her first breaths, I knew it was worth every single second of pain.
I would do it all over again, a million times over if I had to. How she came into my life could be the ugliest story ever told but she is the beautiful consequence. God has sent me an angel here on earth.
Sent to save me and deliver me from evil.
As I watch her sleeping peacefully in her crib, I know the devil is never far away. However, for this tiny moment, everything is right in the world.
Everything is perfect.
I slowly close the notebook and collect a couple of deep breaths. I can hear her voice echoing every word inside of my heart. Words I’ve longed to hear for what feels like forever. Words of love that only a parent can give a child.
I continue reading until a short time later, Justin returns, peeling his T-shirt off as he enters the room. My gaze travels down his torso, appreciating each hard line and edge that makes him the strong, handsome man that he is.
“Did you get everything done that you needed to?” I ask as he takes a seat next to me on the edge of the bed. Bracing his hands on both sides of my hips, he leans in to kiss me.
“All done.” Tugging the covers down, he raises a brow at my nightgown. “You were supposed to be naked when I got back.”
My cheeks heat. “I got cold.”
Honestly, my modesty would not allow it. My inhibitions only seem to fade when I’m trapped in his heated gaze. For instance, the way he’s looking at me right now gives me the courage to set the notebook aside, cross my arms in front of me and reach for the hem of my nightgown, pulling it up over my head.
His eyes flicker with need. “I don’t know what I did to get so goddamn lucky but I hope like hell my luck never runs out.”
I maneuver myself onto his lap, straddling him. Wrapping his arms around my back, he holds me against his body, my nipples tightening at the skin to skin contact. His lips claim mine, slow and tentative at first but then the kiss transforms into something more primal.
Possessive.
My heart pounds in my chest, my bravery at an all-time high.
Sliding off of his lap, I position myself on my knees at his feet between his parted legs, face hovering just above his bulging jeans. “I want you to teach me, Justin.”
His hooded eyes lock tight on mine.
“Teach me how to pleasure you.”
The palms of his hands move to cradle my face as he leans down to kiss me again, his tongue swirling with mine, our need adding to the mountain of trust between us. My hands move to the button of his jeans and the sound of the zipper opening fills the room. I expected to be more nervous but I’m not. I’ve fantasized about this moment, wondering what it would be like to taste him. To please him the same way he does me.
Justin stands up and pushes down his jeans, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Lifting up on my knees, I wrap my hand around him and stroke up and down. Hard steel wrapped in silky smooth skin.
“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
I keep my gaze locked on his, awaiting his instruction, my blood humming with anticipation. His fingers move to my mouth, a thumb grazing my bottom lip. I kiss the rough pad.
His erection grows harder in my hand.
“Open.”
The order is a rumble from his chest but I feel it all the way down to my bones, settling deep inside of my womb. A scorching need that burns endlessly between us.
Widening my mouth, his thumb falls away and I replace it with the head of his cock, wrapping my lips around the head and swirling my tongue. His manly scent invades all of my senses, triggering my internal instincts.
“Deeper.”
I comply; taking him in as far as he will go.
“Yes, just like that. Christ, this mouth is perfect. So hot and hungry.”
His encouraging words spur me on and so does the hand that moves to the side of my neck, fingers curling into the strands of my hair to hold me in place. I renew my efforts, sucking him deeper with every stroke of my hand and pass of my lips.
