“Pull up your shirt.”He commands softly.
I inhale sharplyat the order. My shirt slides up, exposing warm skin to the cool air. My breasts ache, full and sensitive. Unpredictably, a drop of milk pools on my nipple. Erik sighs loudly and exhales slowly.
“Move in closer.”His voice is gruff.
He guidesme until I’m seated on his lap, straddling his hips with my knees on the mattress. He angles me until my breasts press flush against his lips. He embraces me, pressing his mouth to my nipple and waiting patiently for my signal.
“Are you okay with this?”He asks huskily. “Tell me.”
I nod, swallowing thickly. “Yes. Please.”
His lips teaseme gently at first, then press harder, warm and insistent. Within seconds, the first letdown shakes through me. Milk escapes my nipple, hot and pulsing, as I gasp for breath. Erik’s other hand rests gently at the small of my back, keeping me still as my milk lets down.
I cry out,hands gripping fistfuls of his hair.
“Good girl.”He soothes me, licking along my skin. “Let me take care of you.”
Feelings of warmthand satisfaction flood through me. It’s difficult to decipher between relief from letdown and lust; both are blurring together.
My hips beginto pump faster on his lap. My core spasms. My breath becomes erratic. Erik stares up at me hungrily as he nurses, simultaneously possessive and soothing, and I can hardly stand the feel of it.
Heat poolsin my lower belly, and I feel like I might explode with just him milking my engorged, milky breasts.
Once we’ve undressed,he cups my face with a dark, heated look in his eyes that sends shivers up and down my spine. “I’m going to pick you up and lay you on the bed. When I place you down, I want you to keep your arms above your head and not lower them until I tell you to.”
I nod,and he steps behind me and nudges me backwards so I fall into his waiting arms, and he cradle-carries me to the bed adorned with a soft duvet and plump pillows.
He placesme among the pillows, and I sit back awkwardly. I wiggle and push back on my feet to try to stay upright and get comfortable for a few moments until my breasts begin to throb and I remember the need to drain them.
Erik relaxesnext to me on the bed and runs his hand softly over my breasts, one after the other. I know they feel firm to his touch because I feel the skin stretch painfully over them as they grow taut and bulbous.
Time seems to pause,a heartbeat begins to radiate from them, and I shift uncomfortably. Erik’s eyes shift from mine to my breasts, enthralled by the predicament I find myself in.
I’m notsure what he’s enjoying more, my discomfort or the size of my expanding breasts. Eventually the need for them to be milked in some way, any way, becomes overwhelming, and I whimper, “Please Erik, please milk me.”
His face contortsinto a deranged expression of gratification, and he swiftly responds with a sharp "No."
I practically gape at him.“Pretty please, Erik.”
"Be a good girl.I don’t need to hurt you for fun; your body is doing it to you all by itself.”
“Erik,I’ve been milked every two to three hours. We must be past four hours now, and look at me; I need relief; you can help me.”
“Yes,and I will. But first you just need to stay there and let me enjoy you.”
I blink dumbfounded at him.Enjoy me? My discomfort. Erik looks excited with the prospect of my near-combusting predicament. He sits up, moves one of my legs to the side, and kneels in front of me, between my legs on the bed.
His legs are parted,and I see his length poking through. He reaches both hands to cup one of my breasts each, and I lean away from his touch, my breasts feeling all too tender for any kind of touch anymore. I don’t even know how I’m going to tolerate him getting the milk out of them.
“Shhh,there, there. I know they are hurting,” he coos as he gently covers my breasts with his hands. He doesn’t squeeze or cause any more discomfort than I’m already in. He just enjoys them. The look in his eyes is one of awe and wonderment.
His cock lifts more so,almost touching between my legs as he gently fondles one breast and then the other. I have to take shallow breaths at each light touch to handle the pain of it.
“I’m goingto help you take your mind off it,” he says, looking back into my eyes.
He reachesbehind him and pulls back a vibrating wand, which he switches on and holds directly over my clit, making my hips jump off the bed and into the air. I hadn’t realized how turned on I was being in his bed, with him looking like he’s ready to devour my breasts at any moment.
My clit issensitive to the initial touch, but it’s a welcome sensation over the throbbing of my heavy chest. I groan and roll my head back as I feel the delicious sparks of a building orgasm.
