Then her smile faded.
"I sometimes wonder where all those years went," she admitted. "It feels as though I only looked away for a moment, and suddenly you were grown. Grown enough to put me in a position like this."
Julian fell silent.
Olivia looked at him more carefully now.
Perhaps he had expected her to become flustered or dismiss it as meaningless. Instead, she found herself speaking about something she rarely discussed aloud: the strange ache of watching a child grow up, made sharper by the fact that the same child was now between her knees.
"You spend so much time worrying about them when they are young," she continued. "You worry when they fall ill, when they cry, when they refuse to eat. You think the difficult days will never end. Then one day, you look at them and realize you can hardly remember the last time they asked you to carry them."
Her fingers tightened slightly, not only in the fabric of her gown, but around his cock as well.
