Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
CLAIRE
One week later…
My routine is different now; mornings are only at the shop for three hours of bookkeeping and special orders before heading back to the loft to rest and pump.
Leander handles the closing with increasing confidence, even with Sven stopping by with sandwiches to brag that his big brother finally has a “real job.”
This morning, I decided to slow down and relax. Sunlight cuts through the loft in long, warm bands. Erik is at the stove, barefoot, mug in hand, quiet in the way storms are quiet when they’re gathering momentum. He glances over as I walk in wearing one of his shirts.
“Morning,” I murmur.
His gaze sweeps over me with a warmth that hits low and deep. “Sit. Your shake is ready.”
There isn’t a trace of hesitation in him anymore. He leads without apology. I follow without fear.
The folder from Dr. Madsen sits open on the counter with my schedule, our timings, and the log we keep together. He’s already checked off the first hydration window.
“You were awake early,” I say.
“Did a perimeter review.” His jaw flexes once. “I pushed the listing on your old place.”
“My…” I blink. “Erik.”
He slides my shake toward me. “It needed to be handled. Fast sale. Cash offer.”
There’s a flicker of old instinct, panic, self-preservation, and the leftover voice from my ex telling me not to rely on anyone.
Erik sees it. He always does.
He steps closer, his thumb grazing the inside of my wrist. “You’ve been living here for four weeks. This is right.”
My breath wavers. “I just… I don’t want to be a burden.”
His eyes go dark. Serious. “Claire. Look at me.” I lift my head.
“You’re not a guest in my home,” he says. “You’re the woman I built this space around the moment I knew you needed it.”
My throat tightens. “When was that?”
“The night you volunteered to distract a security team so my brothers could get Grace out.” A slow inhale. “I fell then. Everything since has just been confirmation.”
I feel that statement is like gravity.
He brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “You weren’t scared when you agreed to move in last month. You were overwhelmed. That’s different.”
I swallow. “It still feels huge.”
“It is,” he murmurs. “And you’re handling it. Every day you choose safety over fear.”
He doesn’t kiss me. He waits. Let’s the truth land until my shoulders finally loosen.
He nods toward the sofa. “Come on."
A familiar warmth pulses low in my chest. I can feel the fullness, the heaviness, and the way my body has transformed with care and consistency. It doesn’t frighten me anymore.
It feels like purpose. I settle on the couch. Erik joins me, his touch steady and grounding as he adjusts the warm compress.
His voice gentles. “Tell me what’s happening.”
“Pressure,” I breathe. “Full. Heavy.”
“Good.” His hand moves to my back, providing slow reassurance. “Your body’s regulating. Everything is exactly on schedule.”
The warmth spreads through me, deeper than sensation; it’s emotional, almost spiritual. Intimate in a way that rewrites the definition of the word.
My breath stutters. “Erik…”
His answering hum is low. “Yes, little one. I know.”
A moment blooms between us, charged, quiet, and electric.
He leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “Let me take care of you.”
My heart stumbles. My fingers curl into his shirt.
“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 licks his 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.
After a while, I know my breast must be empty by now, so I softly ask, “Are you ready for your next one?” I lean my head down and run featherlight kisses along his brow, the urge to do so overwhelming.
My body craves to nurture as well as satisfy him at this moment.
Erik blinks open his eyes and unlatches from my breast with a pop.
Slowly, as if in a daze, he rises from my lap, climbs over my legs, and settles back down on my lap like he’s mid-nap.
This time, as I cradle his head, he opens his mouth, and I allow him to place my overfull, leaking breast into his mouth so he can latch on and suck deeply.
I reach for his length again and slowly ease my hand up and down his shaft.
I'm so infatuated that I could explode at any moment.
As I feel him drain my left breast, I apply more pressure while stroking along his length and pump him a little harder than before.
It feels like I just flicked a detonator switch because hot ropes of cum spurt from his tip up and over my hand as he moans and shudders through his climax.
Sensing my breast is now empty, I say soothingly, “I love you."
Letting go of the suction on my nipple, he sucks in a breath, opening his eyes to look at me while still allowing me to cradle him with my body. “I love you too,” he says as he blinks up at me, still in a daze.
For a moment of pain, I fear he is about to withdraw into himself, but that expression in his eye dissipates, and instead he raises a hand to gently stroke the side of my face as if it were the first time he has truly looked at me.