It Was Like Our First Date, With Added Milk
I’m not the most romantic, you know that, but that day you truly broke my heart.
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With Added Milk
I’m not the most romantic, you know that, but that day you truly broke my heart. You made me gasp. I was literally breathless.
You looked so beautiful.
It’d been a few days since you stopped feeding our twins. It had taken it out of you and me both. Sleepless nights and no rest, but luckily it had also brought us closer too.
I heard from friends how babies often signal the end of the relationship, but with us, it made our bond unbreakable. Somehow, we’d created a routine that suited us both. And that day was the first of the new routine.
Now you’d stopped feeding, the family could help more. And they did. We got a date night for the first time in almost a year.
Just us.
To be honest, I think we both just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep, but we made the effort.
The restaurant was busy. We sat in a booth at the back, ate and shared your first alcohol in forever. You were tipsy after one glass. I laughed, and we kissed like teenagers over the chocolate cake that was overladen with cream, just how I like it.
The cab dropped us at the door and we both agreed we didn’t have the energy to watch a movie, so we went upstairs.
You washed off your makeup, laughed at the lack of practice, as you hadn’t worn any since the babies were born. You didn’t need it anyway, and I told you so.
When I finished brushing my teeth and walked back into the bedroom, you were sitting up in bed.
Naked.
Hair now released from the casual ponytail you wore most days. Breasts out loud and proud. No feeding bra, no nothing, just you and your body waiting for me. I almost teared up.
We’d been so busy over the past year that although we were still close, I have to admit I’d forgotten how fucking beautiful you are.
You smiled, held your arms out wide and called out.
‘Freedom!’
My cock was already getting hard. You glanced down and smiled.
‘Oh, I’ve missed you too!’
I could’ve run and dived on you, but I bit my lip and walked to the bottom of the bed. Pulled off the quilt with a dramatic flourish and threw it to one side. You had even waxed your pussy.
How the hell, when did you do that?
To be honest, for a split second, a sucker punch of disappointment hit my belly. Whilst you’d been pregnant, you had given me the trustworthy position of pussy shaver. Now it seemed you wouldn’t need me, and I was going to miss that so-called chore.
‘Don’t worry.’
You said, able to read my mind.
‘I still want you to shave me too, but tonight I have something else in mind.’
I climbed on the bed and crawled between your thighs.
‘Glad to hear it.’
I whispered as I kissed your inner thigh. Your legs parted as mine pressed your knees wider and I nuzzled into your pussy. I smelled your musk as I licked at your clit. Slid my fingers into your heat, opened your lips like the petals of a flower. Yes, really, I thought of you as a flower.
Don’t tell your mates though, ok?
Your lips swelled slightly as I bit and chewed on them between licks on that hard bud of a clit. I heard you moan as I pushed my finger inside you and twirled it around your walls. Getting to know you. You’d changed since the babies. I needed to get to know you all over again.
Soon, I was lapping the length of your gash. Slow tongue strokes from your clit to just above your ass and back. I pulled your lips open wide and dug my face into you. Tongue entering your heat. I knew you’d come, so did you. I felt you pull me by the shoulders.
I reluctantly stopped and licking my lips, I moved up the bed.
You moved, so I was sitting on the bed, and you climbed on top of me. Kneeling over my lap. My cock was thrusting skywards, and you lowered yourself onto me. You were soaking from my greedy tongue action and I groaned as you ground down on me. My cock taken deep in one slow move.
Then you moved.
Fuck, I could’ve shot my load right then.
I bit my lip, then yours as we kissed and you started an amazing circle motion with those gorgeous big hips of yours.
Now this was where I thought we’d go. I’d rub your clit, you’d come and I would shoot my load. That’s how it went before the kids.
You had something else in mind and fuck, I couldn’t have been happier.
I thrust my hips up to meet you as you kissed me hard, then pulled back away. You held my head, your hand on the back of my neck and guided my face down. I kissed your breasts, licked one nipple. It was huge compared to before.
How does your body adapt like that?
I loved how brown and large your nipples had grown and flicked my tongue across. Then you pulled me full on hard against you.
‘Suck me.’
I bit and suckled on your nipple. Felt you hold your breasts up so I could get a better… oh, fuck, what the… you were squirting milk.
I didn’t think you had any now that the kids had stopped demanding it.
You sighed and lay back slightly as your fingers kneaded your breast and you shot warm, sweet milk into my throat.
I almost came in that moment. You were still grinding down on me, my cock deep inside, swelling and ready to shoot as your tit was feeding me with your milk.
As you slowly ground down again, harder this time, you took my hand and guided me, showed me how to pump your tits, so they responded with more milk.
You did the same with your other tit, and I felt warm milk drool down my chest and stomach. The wetness between us. You fucked harder as I got greedier.
You came with a scream like something I’d heard on wildlife TV. I held you as your body shook. Your pussy tightened around me and I shot my load up into you.
It felt like we should see stars, but I just opened my eyes. Your huge tits were full of milk, engorged. Nipples squirting thin streams of milk between your fingers as you stroked over your breasts. I watched as the milk slowed.
We slid down the bed, got our breath back and I lay in the dip of your shoulder, hand casually taking ownership of your breast. You kissed the top of my head.
My cock twitched against your thigh. I knew I had to fuck you again, but your sweet milk was too tempting. I moved to suckle from you as your legs parted.
I was going to take you this time, fill you, make you cry for more. Then your milk came again, and it was me who was almost crying.
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