Page 80 of His Vivacious Angel
Forest smiles apologetically and crouches in front of him. “How about when we get home, we light a candle for yourmommy and daddy, and you can blow it out before we go to bed?”
Though Sebastian crosses his arms and stomps his foot, he nods in acceptance.
We have multiple framed photographs of the boys with their biological parents hanging in their bedroom. They’re still too young to really understand who Lindsay and Nathaniel are to them just yet, or why they have four parents, but they know that they were loved. We didn’t force them to call Forest and me “Mom” and “Dad”—it came naturally after hearing their big sister call us such—but we’ve made it a priority to teach the boys about where they came from. At least once a week, they ask to flip through their family photo albums, which we received after the estate was released from probate.
Josephine understands all too well, and she has a tough time seeing the photos of her biological mother, for which she’s been seeing a therapist. The boys will, too, when they’re older. Whenever I’m with the boys, going through the albums and talking about their parents, Forest takes Josephine out for some one-on-one time. We don’t know if her hurt will ever be fully healed, but we’ll continue to give her the resources she needs to help guide her through it.
Sebastian becomes distracted as his grandma starts passing out slices of the bigger cake she made for the rest of the party, and he darts off to join the rest of the kids. Bundled up in their towels, Josephine makes room for him at one of the picnic tables as they and their cousins chat and eat. Our huge, happy, tight-knit family is all I could have ever asked for, plus the job promotion I’ve been working toward since going back to work following my maternity leave. One day, I’ll be Forest’s boss, and oh, I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. I already do.
With everyone still hopped up on sugar, after getting home and showering, Forest and I settle on the bigger sectional we bought recently to watch an animated movie with the kids. Madelyn is the first to zonk out an hour later, and with her safely asleep in her nursery, I give in to my body’s demands. Resting my head on Forest’s shoulder, I let my eyes drift shut. I don’t know how much later it is when Forest wakes me. The house is quiet, and I poke my head into each bedroom to kiss the kids goodnight.
Once inside our room, Forest strips me of my robe and tries to tuck me into bed. After my late nap, however, I’m wide awake, reaching for my husband, pulling him down on top of me. He yawns, lying with his head on my chest, and I run my fingers through his hair.
“Can you believe she’s already one?” I ask. “Time flew by in the blink of an eye.”
“I know,” he says with a small groan, nuzzling his nose between my breasts, which were already large before but now nearly unmanageable. My poor back. Forest plumps my left breast in his hand, lightly rubbing his thumb across my nipple through my silky camisole. “I’m scared to blink again. I’m going to miss this when you wean.”
I lift my knees for him to get comfortable between my thighs. “Me too. Better enjoy it while it lasts, baby.”
Forest thumbs the thin strap of my camisole, slowly pulling it down my shoulder. His cock swells against my thigh, though his mouth parts wider with a yawn.
“You’re not too tired, are you?” I ask.
“I’m never too tired for you,” he says with a smirk, grinding his shaft against me.
I arch my back as I palm the nape of his neck, bringing his mouth to my chest as soon as he frees my breast, his hot tongue swirling around my nipple, teasing me until I’m panting. “Baby, please.”
He obliges, taking my breast into his mouth and lightly sucking on it, undulating his tongue along the bottom. Leaning on one hip, he slips a hand down under the waistband of my shorts and thong, massaging slow circles over my clit. We moan when my breast milk lets down, and he takes his first swallow. Of all the kinks we’ve explored, this is one of my favorites, which is wholly different from feeding a child. This kind of intimacy with my husband is one most people would turn their noses up at, which is partly what makes it so hot, especially when he sinks his middle finger deep inside my pussy.
I gasp, drop my knees farther open, and throw my head back on my pillow. “That’s it, baby, keep going.”
Forest increases the suction, taking harder swallows, while thrusting his finger faster. When he’s drained one breast and moved to the second, adding another finger, I’m close to sobbing in pleasure, every sense attuned to the way he plays with my body.
“I’m almost there,” I say, trying to keep my voice down.
“Hmmm, yes, you are. Soaking wet for me,” Forest says huskily between gulps.
“A little…little more.”
Forest lunges up to kiss me, his lips swollen and sweet with my milk. “I know what you need, Mama.” He crawls backward, pushes his shoulders between my thighs, and seals his lips over my clit. I slap a hand over my mouth when Forest forces his fingers back into my pussy, curling them just right.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, then have to bite my fist to keep from screaming as my toes curl and my hips flex. I gush into Forest’s waiting, hungry mouth.
I’m a dripping, wet mess, utterly spent by the time he’s finished cleaning me up with his tongue. Instead of immediately surging up to thrust his dick inside me, he slumps and lays his cheek on my stomach, hugging my thighs. He’s had along day, too, so I don’t begrudge him taking a few minutes to rest after that workout. But then a few minutes turn into ten as I comb my fingers through his hair, watching the clock on the nightstand.
Ready for a second orgasm, I nudge his head. Nothing. I tap his cheek. “Forest?”
He mumbles something and turns his cheek.
“Are you asleep?”
I get a soft snore in answer.
Well, damn, I guess I have to settle for only one orgasm. Can’t say I blame the man for falling asleep, considering how little we’ve gotten in the past year and a half, thanks to Benjamin and then Madelyn. I carefully pull the side of the comforter over to cover us, letting Forest rest. He’ll wake me up when he’s ready. And I won’t even complain all that much when he does.
Epilogue - Part Two
Forest - 7 years later
