Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I stopped immediately. “Wildflower, is this ok?” I asked softly.
“Oh Liam,” she sighed. “I’m just so confused,” she murmured. “What are we going to do?”
“Baby, I don’t know yet, but we’ll find a way,” I promised, breathing into her ear and nuzzling her neck. “For now, just feel okay? You’ve been out for a while and there’s no need to stress yourself out before you’re even back on your feet.”
She acquiesced and lay back in my arms, spread out before me like a feast. It was more than I could have hoped for, and my senses went into overdrive at once. My cock popped hard against my fly, and every muscle in my body stiffened, as if getting ready to drive itself into her.
I leaned over her ravenously, softly kissing her neck before trailing my lips down to the vee of her robe. The material had parted somewhat, and the insides of her creamy jugs were displayed. I could see the areola of one peeping out, and took the opportunity to trail my lips against that sensitive flesh.
“Ohh!” she sighed, her chest heaving underneath me. Her boob was delicious, the flesh soft, succulent and oh so sweet under my tongue. Her jugs were firm, yet pillowy, and I nuzzled them, letting my face get bounced between the enormous mounds. I trailed my tongue to a nipple and this time latched on, catching the little nub between my teeth.
“Oh!” she moaned, her body twisting in my lap. Now that I knew what to look for, I could taste a few droplets of milk on my tongue. I raised my hand to her boob and began squeezing it rhythmically, milking her as I suckled. My fist started at the base of her tit, firmly applying pressure as I moved over the tip and then finished with a twist near the top. Sure enough, milk began squirting gently into my mouth, the jets warm and succulent.
Alison realized what was happening and sat up with a gasp, struggling to cover herself as her robe fell around her hips.
“Stop, Wildflower, shhh,” I soothed, stroking her thigh as I continued to nuzzle. “We realized you were lactating when you were in a coma, and kept pumping the breast milk for Georgie,” I murmured.
“You … you were pumping my breast milk?” she asked with a horrified squeal.
I sat up and looked her in the eye. “Yes baby, I was,” I stated. “And there is nothing that makes me more proud than the mother of my child nursing my son so that he gets the best nutrients. I was incredibly gratified to know that my child wasn’t raised on formula,” I growled, stroking the curve of her cheek as she flushed hotly.
“Thank you so much for taking such good care of my baby … our baby,” I amended. “You are a wonderful mother,” I added.
She seemed to melt beneath me, and I knew I could have my way with her. I lay her out full-length on the couch and stretched out on top of her, balancing on my forearms so not to crush her with my mass. The snake of my erection lay heavily against her thigh though, and I was happy that she didn’t squirm away with anger or shock.
I pressed kisses against her neck and décolletage, softly undoing the tie to the silk robe so that she was completely nude beneath me. I have never seen such female perfection to this day. Her limbs were slender and pale, her skin luminous. Sweetly, she arched her back, her wet nipples begging for my touch.
I obliged and began suckling once more, tasting the mother’s milk. Never have I experienced such an aphrodisiac as nursing from a woman I loved. Her breast flesh was so sensitive yet firm too, the life-giving liquid pulsing into my mouth in sweet, hot spurts.
I trailed a hand up her thigh, gently so as not to unsettle her. My fingers slipped to her warm folds and were gratified to find that they were already damp, the flesh engorged and moist. I probed her clit with a fingertip, rubbing the nub until she sighed into my mouth, and then circling it before moving lower to sample her hole.
Her cunt was warm and hot, with liquid pouring slightly into my hand. I teased her nether lips, massaging the sensitive flesh before probing deeper into her hole. Her inner channel was steaming and hot, and I pulled apart her lips to get a better look at her insides … ah yes, she was undeniably aroused, her inner vulva deep pink and glistening, the warm folds trailing a bead of damp, white moisture.
Eager to taste, I gave up suckling for a moment and scooted down so that I lay between her thighs. I moved them gently, careful not to manhandle my wildflower, and lowered my face to her twat for a deep sniff. She was fragrant and sweetly aromatic with the deep spice of arousal.