“Okay,” Jake growls and rolls on top of me, “tell me more about this magic calendar.”
I bite back a smile. “I have talked about this calendar nonstop for months. You should be an expert on it by now.”
He leans into the lobe of my ear and nibbles as he says, “I get distracted by your pretty face. Tell me again. I like hearing you talk.”
“Okay,” I whisper low, noticing the baby monitor has gone quiet. “Well, the calendar also has different fonts, and I gave all the guys a different color block.”
“This one I know.” His voice is deep in my ear as he licks and kisses the most sensitive parts of my neck. “I’m green.”
“You’re green,” I say, my hands pushing back strands of his salt and pepper hair, “and I can send the calendar to everyone via text too.”
“So exciting,” he groans in the lobe of my ear.
“You’re ridiculous,” I say, smacking him playfully on the shoulder. “I do think our boy fell back asleep, though.”
“Which means we should sleep too, right?” He bites the top of my shoulder and kisses his way onto my chest.
“Unless your thirsty.”
He growls and tugs at the top of my nightgown, exposing my swollen breasts. “I’m always thirsty for you, little lamb.”
When I got pregnant and started producing breast milk, I never imagined that it would be something sexual. In fact, I was embarrassed by the way my body had changed. Everything was swollen all the time, my nipples were bigger than ever, and every few hours they started leaking fluid with no rhyme or reason.
I was in tears in the grocery store parking lot the first day Jake cleaned me up. At first, he tried a paper towel we had stuffed in the glove box, but the rough texture hurt my already sore nipples. So, he leaned in and did what a good man would do.
He licked me clean.
That’s where the obsession started. From that moment on, he’s loved drinking my milk.
Sometimes, he lays out on my lap and just licks my nipples. Other times, like now, he slides his fingers inside of me and thrusts slowly while he sucks at my soaking tits.
I lift my hips up to meet his touch and watch as milk drips from the corners of his mouth.
Why is this so hot?
“You taste so good, little lamb.” He sits up and sucks harder as his fingers hook to meet the spot that gets me every time.
“Right there,” I moan as he licks and bites at my swollen nipple. “Don’t stop.”
“Say you’re mine and I won’t.”
“You know I’m yours.”
“Say it,” he growls, pausing all motion.
“I’m yours,” I pant, wiggling my hips against his touch until he starts again.
“Good girl. Now tell me you like it.”
“I love it!” He thrusts in deeper, applying more pressure to my favorite spot as he resumes his meal at my breasts.
I know I should stay in the moment, but whenever he’s fingering me like this, I think about our very first time parked sideways on the side of the road and the cop stopped us. I think about our wedding night two years ago and the way he fucked me up against a window at the lodge in Whiskey Falls. My nipples were so cold against the glass, and his cock was so hard as he filled me up.
“Come for me, little lamb. Come on my hand while I drink.” He moves to my other breast, suckling fresh milk as a tingling sensation travels down my back and up again.
He kisses his way down my stomach and lands on my pussy, licking and sucking my slick crease as he thrusts.
The warmth of his mouth spreads over me, and seconds later, I’m convulsing and moaning, crying out as he laps me up. I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds as not to wake the baby, but I’m not sure I caught myself in time.
