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It’s all the encouragement I need before I grit out my own orgasm, filling her completely as her pussy clenches around my cock. I lay tender kisses along her back, pulling all the way out to watch my release drip down her thick thighs.
“You look fucking perfect like this, baby.” I take 2 fingers and run them through my cum before stuffing it back inside her pussy,where it belongs.
We haven’t discussed when we’ll be ready to have kids, and Paige is on birth control, but someday I’m going to put a baby in her. But not yet. I’m going to savor every minute I have her to myself.
Chapter 36
Paige
? Don’t Stop - Fleetwood Mac
Paige: Can I borrow you and Rylin for a photoshoot today?
Ivy: When and where?
Paige: Around 5pm at Willow Creek Park?
Ivy: See you then!
It’s been two days since I returned to Oak Ridge, and I’m craving some excitement beyond the confines of my new library. I’ve always wanted to dive deeper into portrait photography. I was on the yearbook committee in high school, and dabbled with a simple point and shoot camera for a few years, but if this is something I really want to pursue, I need to get in some more practice. The branding session at Rosie’s was a perfect way to dip my toes in the waterbut there’s something about the thought of capturing the threads of human connection that tugs at my heartstrings.
An hour after texting Ivy, I’m at Willow Creek Park laying out a vintage crochet blanket on the grass with a small picnic basket and some fresh flowers. I catch sight of my models heading my way, Ry practically dragging her mom across the lawn. It’s a beautiful early spring evening and the sun will be setting soon, bathing us in the warm glow of golden hour.
“Hey Ry! Are you ready to ‘cheese’ for Auntie Paige?” I ask the little girl who has come to mean so much to me.
“I gave her a pep talk on the way over,” Ivy laughs, “but no promises. She has a short attention span.”
“We’ll start with a couple of traditional smiling portraits before I direct you to interact and be playful. I’m looking for genuine connection more than anything. That sound good?”
“That sounds perfect. I was worried about how Ry would do but I think we’ll be ok.”
I direct Ivy to sit on the blanket with her back to the setting sun, the warm light filtering around her like a halo.
“Ok RyRy, can you come over here and sit with mommy? We’re going to play pretend and have a picnic!”
At the possibility of snacks, Rylin stumbles over to Ivy, who catches her and tosses her in the air. I quickly snap a few shots of the sweet interaction.
“Ok, now rub your noses together.” At my instruction, Rylin lifts her tiny hand and boops her mom’s nose — the most adorable misunderstanding ever.
“No Ry, like this,” Ivy says as she puts her nose to Rylin’s and rubs it back and forth. Rylin bursts out into a fit of giggles and Ivy’s face lights up with a genuine smile. We keep going like that until the last bit of sun has left the horizon.
The final shot of the night nearly steals the breath from my lungs. A sleepy Rylin is snuggled up with Ivy, her little curly head laid sweetly on her mama’s shoulder, contented smileson their faces as Ivy looks out over the lake.
“Thank you so much for doing this, Ivy.”
“You have to let me pay you.” We’ve been going back and forth over payment for the last several minutes while I load my gear into the car.
“Absolutely not. I needed the practice, and I had the best time hanging out with you and my little bestie. Besides, you painted that stunning portrait for my library and I’m obsessed with it.
“Fine,” she grumbles. “How did everything go with your parents? I know you were dreading all of that,” Ivy asks, a sleepy Rylin still clinging to her shoulder as her eyes drift closed.
“It was surprisingly cathartic. There’s still a lot of bad blood, and I’m not ready to forgive all the heartache they caused, but it makes it easier to leave it all behind. When it was all said and done, I felt like I was finally able to give myself permission to choose my own path — without guilt.”
Ivy gives me a one-armed hug. “Forgiveness doesn’t have to be freely given simply because someone demands it. You take your time.”
“Thanks, Ivy. I missed ya’ll so damn much.”
“Girl, that man of yours was a mess while you were gone. We’re all so happy to have you back home.”
