We got out of the hospital few days later and finally slept, except for the times I had to feed Mia and her diaper had be changed. It was around four in the morning when Tom snuggled closer to me, kissing the nape of my neck. I threw off our covers and instantly I was on top of him, lustily riding him until his fingers reached for my milk-hardened breasts and drew one nipple in his mouth.
My breasts accidentally leaked out Mia's milk as Tom placed his hand on my belly, the other resting on one of the mounds that nourish my child. He kissed them for a few minutes then transferred his lips to mine, his stubble scratching my chin.
"I love you, right?"
His gorgeous eyes sparkled and he kissed me again.
"Well?"
"Of course, you big dope. I love you very much too." With those words, we entwine our fingers and fell asleep.
Everything in my life was now perfect: a healthy baby and the husband I've longed for.
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Our Wild Spirits
Aktuelle LiteraturIf only I had another chance at life, thought insecure Emily when she seeks shelter in the arms of her gentle, ruggedly beautiful boyfriend Tom from the abusive clutches of her father after his sadistic beating. She finally finds the freedom she's b...
