“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
He lifts my chin, searching my expression with that devastating patience only he has. “Say what you want.”
I exhale shakily. “You. I want you.”
His eyes darken with certainty.
“Then come here,” he murmurs, and the world narrows to him.
Erik lickshis lips as his cool seems to slip for a moment, and eagerness overtakes him. He continues, “I would love to feel how full they are.”
As I move closer to him, he reaches for them, and I can feel that I’m so full. His eyes practically light up at the sight of my stretched, milk-filled breasts.
I feel his hot fingers slip under and cup my heavy breasts, moving them around and making me feel their fullness. At first, I don’t think he’s going to do anything else.
But then his fingertips slowly touch the firmness of my breasts and eventually squeeze them gently, although there is not much softness to squeeze as I become all too aware how much I am going to need to be milked in some way very soon.
Panic shoots through me as I know I am going to need to have this ache relieved before it begins to hurt too much.
“Let me help you feel better,” he says as he inches closer to me.
Looking pleased, he palms both my breasts, and it strikes me for a moment how intimate this is.
This man is intensely focusing on his desire for me, specifically my breasts. Erik licks his lips again, and I wonder if he’s going to start sucking my breasts now as he edges closer and closer to me, but whatever he was intending to do, he changes his mind quickly, straightening a little, holding himself back.
Clearing his throat, he says to me, “I’d like for us to take this to our bedroom. Shall we?”
“Absolutely.” I smile back at him warmly.
Taking my hand, Erik helps me stand from the couch and leads us to the bedroom. I feel so much more exposed with just my breasts out than if I were naked.
Erik’s hand is firm and warm, a workman's hand with calluses. Right now my breasts are feeling tight and fragile; any knock would cause me pain from the sheer volume that is building inside of them. Erik sees my strain and nods knowingly. “Let’s get these seen to, shall we?”
"Yes, please,” I nod gratefully.
“What I would really love to do is suckle your breasts while you stroke my cock. Do you have any concerns about that?”
“That sounds perfect,” I reply warmly.
Quite honestly, I’d do almost anything right now to alleviate the pressure in my breasts. “Get settled on the bed with the pillows behind your back; I’ll get undressed.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say as I crawl onto our soft bed with expensive-feeling soft sheets. I plump up two pillows to put behind my back and grab another to place on my lap so Erik can drink from me more comfortably.
As I settle in, I notice that Erik has removed his jeans and t-shirt. He approaches the bed and looks at me, sitting up, my breasts exposed, waiting for him. “I have wanted to do this since we started this process together,” he begins. “I finally have a beautiful woman in my bed, and I thank all the stars above for such a gift.”
“I’m thankful for you too,” I say softly. “If you lie on your right side across my lap, you can rest your head on my arm while I cradle you and feed you. Would that be okay?”
He only nods and begins to climb onto the bed and get into position, lowering himself across my legs and shuffling a little to get comfortable on my lap.
“This feels right,” I say as his eyes look back at me, yearning and heated. “Open your mouth; it’s time for your feed,” I say softly and watch him do as I've asked. I position my nipple over his mouth, cradling his head so he’s at the right height to latch on.
When his lips close around my nipple, I feel my letdown of milk begin to flow immediately as he takes his first pull of my breast and sucks the milk into his mouth. The feeling is pure heaven as milk begins to leak from my other breast, too.
"This feels amazing," I say as I watch him close his eyes and instinctively suck and swallow, suck and swallow for a few minutes.
As he lies across my lap, I wonder if there are other kinks for us to unlock, and that thought increases my arousal. I feel his body relax into me, and then I begin to slide my hand down and feel for his dripping cock, which is hard and needy.
I wrap my fingers around his length; he moans into my breast. I softly caress him, aiming to heighten his pleasure while postponing his orgasm, as he has ample time for that. He settles, more relaxed, into me as I run my hand up and down him, a gentle stroke to match his gentle pulls on my nipple. I look down at this man and can’t believe I am here with him, falling in love.
