“There you go,doesn’t that feel nice?”
“Yes, thank you,”I reply, panting.
“You looklike a picture to me, Claire, as you let me pleasure you while you are pleasing me in such a unique way.”
Oh god,his words, the wand, the throbbing.
It’sall combining to create something so strong I can’t help but pant loudly as he tips me over the edge of such an orgasm. It hits me like a freight train wrecking through my body.
I howlat the explosion from my clit and the eruption of my letdown as milk shoots from both breasts like a dam being broken.
The orgasmand the potential relief it brings as the milk flows down my body fill me with relief. I open my eyes, realizing they were closed, and see the streams of milk running down my stomach, and Erik lowers his head over one of my nipples.
His warm mouth is gentle;he doesn’t pull hard or suck too deeply, he suckles soothingly, pulling a sigh from my lips as I relax properly into the pillows, the first time I’ve been able to.
Erik takes his time,and I wish my arms were not resting above my head so I could cradle him against me. When the breast he is drinking from finally empties and he sits up for a breath, I say, “May I lower my arms so you can lie across my lap and relax into me for the other side?"
His eyes piercemine as he invites me, so I continue, “Let me hold you.”
Curvinghis lips into a devilish smile, he nods. “I’d love to, little one. Lower your arms.”
“Lie down to my left,and I’ll put a pillow to support us under my elbow if you rest your head on my arm.” He does as I suggest, lowering his body and head across me.
It’s still a little clumsy,yet he doesn’t seem to mind. When his head is settled and he is looking up at me, I lower my breast to his mouth, where he carefully latches on and begins to suckle at my over-engorged, painful breast. He looks up at me as he drinks me down, and I look back at him.
Our eyes exchangea conversation without words. His are vulnerable; mine are reassuring. When I feel he’s relaxed enough with me, I stroke down the side of his face and along his neck, touching parts of him he may never have allowed until now. It’s a strange role reversal I hadn’t considered possible.
I movemy touch across his shoulder, my hand feeling his taut muscles as I caress lower to his abdominals. He tenses, then relaxes.
Then I get brave,and ask in a light voice, “I want to touch you like last time.” His eyes stare back at me, heated and commanding. He doesn’t unlatch, so I take that as my permission to touch him.
I slidemy hand under and move it along the inside of his leg. I feel him quiver at my touch, but he continues suckling, and I continue my exploration of his body, moving slowly up until I feel his balls, tight and pulled up, ready to unload.
I reachthe base of him and carefully wrap my palm around his girth, slowly edging up to his leaking head. I want to look at it; I want to watch my hand caress him, but I am so taken by the pure adoration in his eyes, I can’t tear my gaze away.
I rubmy thumb on the underside of his cock as my breast empties. Then I grip him harder and begin to pump, enjoying the way his body tightens as his impending orgasm builds, reveling in my dominance over his body until his body goes taut.
He unlatchesto let his head lower back, and he moans out, hot ribbons of come coating my hand, as he relaxes into the pleasure that ripples through him. I don’t look at my hand; I continue to look at the man in my arms who is grappling with his orgasm.
I hopeit was a satisfying orgasm, as I have an overwhelming desire to pleasure him, as he always seeks to pleasure me. I continue to hold his softening length, not wanting to detach myself from him or break the spell yet.
Finally,he takes a breath and manages to croak out, “Claire.” I wait, not knowing what he’s about to say next, holding my breath to know. Then he continues, “I love you so fucking much. Sharing this bond with you is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.” I stare back at him, and the only response that comes to mind is, “I love you so incredibly much too.”
He grins at that,trying to find the right words. “I think I've been so caught up thinking I know what I want, all the things in my head and my fantasy, that I didn't let anyone show me how good it can feel to do something else in someone else's way.”
“So,you enjoy the softer side of our dynamic as well, where you’re able to be vulnerable with me and I’m able to nurture you.”
“Yes,”he breathes out. He begins to shuffle his body, and I release his cock as he slowly sits up to my side but stays close. His eyes are beacons looking into mine, a man having an awakening on his BDSM journey.
Running a hand through his hair,he looks down at my sticky hand, and says, “Let’s get you cleaned up, little one, so we can eat together.” He looks pleased, but also amused.
“Stay there,”he instructs, sounding more like the Dom I’ve come to love and adore, as he gets to his feet and walks into our ensuite. He returns with a wet cloth and delicately cleans his cum from my hand.
He returnsthe cloth and picks up my dress, curving a finger at me to climb off the bed. When I’m standing in front of him, he threads my arms in the armholes and buttons me up from top to hem.
Looking satisfied,he quickly throws on his t-shirt and track pants, then takes my arm hooked in his again and leads me into our kitchen.
He seatsme at the kitchen counter with a glass of water and begins to rustle up some beautiful-smelling gnocchi. He leads me out of the kitchen, and we sit under a sun umbrella at a painted iron table on our back porch.
