Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“How’d you know that?” I tease. The top of my dress is down. Jasmine is nursing, eyes closed, hand on my breast. Lawson’s eyes flare with heat like they do every time I nurse our baby. Truth be told, it makes him ravenous, and holding him off until being cleared from the obstetrician meant a lot of foreplay. Lawson is ready for me to be pregnant again already, and while I love that he loves me any way he can have me, I also want to enjoy Jasmine for a little while. Another plus to breastfeeding is there’s a good chance it could delay fertility as well.
“Jasmine done?” I nod. Lawson is in a pair of jeans, button undone in his usual fashion. When Jasmine woke up from her nap, he was still asleep. He’s been up with me through every feeding since the very beginning. I nursed, he changed her diaper, then made sure she was asleep before putting her back in the bassinet in our bedroom. While I get to nap during the day, he’s working on the ranch. Today, I could give him a little reprieve, plus the weather is gorgeous, warm and sunny for a fall day.
“Yeah.” I gulp when he runs his hand down his stomach, hooking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans. His arm flexes, muscles pulling in his corded abdomen, and my hormones are in high gear remembering yesterday. Before my appointment with the doctor and us heading up here, I used my mouth on him. My ass was facing his head, his thumb on my clit, and he pinched me at the exact same time he came down the back of my throat. Today, though, today is the day I’m officially cleared. I can see by the look in his eyes that he’s tired of waiting, and so am I.
“I’ll put her in the swing.” A swing he no doubt made sure could never fall. I’m actually surprised he didn’t demand putting concrete poles in the ground. He probably knew I’d castrate him if he ruined the beauty and nature out here. I go to fix my top when he says, “Don’t you dare. It’s been too long.” Last night, after settling in, eating dinner, and getting Jasmine ready for her evening routine, I was out like a light. I’m not sure when he had the time to hang her swing, but when we walked out here, I noticed it was up, and it made me fall in love with Lawson the man and the father even more. Our girl is snuggled to his bare chest, exactly how she likes it, and he places a kiss on the crown of her head, melting my insides even more. This man of mine has so many pieces of me I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.
“I’ll do one better.” I pull the ribbon on my other side, baring myself to his view. I wiggle myself out of the dress, leaving me in a pair of control top panties. My after-baby body hasn’t been easy to embrace. Lawson, on the other hand, is just as obsessed with me as when I was pregnant. He really does the most in every way.
“Fuck me, you’re so damn beautiful, Juniper.” His hand is on the bassinet swing, steadying it for a moment before moving back to me. His jeans are off, and he’s dropping to his knees in front of my spread thighs. “I wish you’d get rid of these. I want your body exactly how it is. None of this trying-to-suck-you-in shit. Your stomach may have marks on it now, but it’s proof you held our daughter, and I love you for who you are, not your body.” Lawson’s fingers go to the waistband, pulling them down my legs and tossing them away. My dress had a built-in bra, so that didn’t bother me. There’s just something about wanting to bounce back to what you once were. “You keep putting them on, I’ll keep taking them off, and then I’ll light the fuckers on fire.”
“I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t make me wait anymore.” I’m relenting. They are kind of uncomfortable and dig in your sides at the worst of times. “Fine, I’ll quit wearing them. No use in wasting money for you to destroy them.”
His big hands grab me firmly by the back of my thighs, pulling me down until I’m flat on my back. He slides the underside of his cock along my wet slit. My head tips back as I undulate beneath him, and he comes down on his hands on either side of my head.
“Goddamn, I love watching your milk slide from your nipples,” he says, his head dipping, tongue dragging along the same path as my breast milk. He’s always watching, always waiting, and the minute he sees Jasmine is done nursing, he’s there. Sweeping his thumb along my nipple, bringing it to his mouth, and tasting me in a completely different way. I never knew how erotic it would feel or look. I’m so focused on his tongue and mouth moving from one nipple to the other, my milk slowly stopping, only to feel the head of his cock slide inside me.