Chapter 6 #2
He just lies and looks into my eyes, and I return his gaze as we hold this moment together, which feels like it lasts forever.
I honestly can’t get enough of this feeling.
Choosing to stay cradled in my arms, relaxed and comfortable, he says in a low whisper, “You’re everything to me, Claire.
” I let my eyes reply to him as I crinkle them warmly and smile back at him, soaking in his pure, undiluted joy and gratefulness.
Erik finally says, "I think I had better get up to feed and hydrate you, little one," as we continue to be cocooned in our little breastfeeding bubble. He grins back up at me, insinuating he is already looking forward to his next nursing session.
“You don’t need to,” I protest, but he is moving from my lap and covering himself back up. I lift my sticky hand up and away from him. He sees my hand as he moves off the bed and says, “I’ll just go grab you a cloth; wait there.”
I watch as he scuttles out of the bedroom and comes back with a damp washcloth. Carefully he wipes around my hand and down my arm where the cum has run down. “Can I get dressed now, or would you prefer me to be shirtless?” I ask.
Erik eyes me closely, looking like he’s trying to decide, and then replies, “You can get dressed, little one. It’ll be less distracting and give me something to look forward to again, because I already am, and I'll enjoy the anticipation of seeing them again.”
I gratefully put on an oversized shirt and apply two nursing pads to my bra so as to absorb any droplets.
I move across the bed to get off, and immediately Erik takes my hand in his and leads me back into the kitchen.
“I hope you don’t mind; I bought you some lactation cookies,” he tells me as he uncovers a box of cookies.
“You bought these for me?” I exclaim as I breathe in their delicious, fresh-baked scent.
“Yes, I have been researching what might help with your production, and everything in these is said to help. I hope they taste lovely, though,” he replies.
“If they taste anything like how they smell…” I trail off and take one as he offers me the box. He grabs me a small plate to catch the crumbs, and I nod gratefully, trying not to say anything, as I bite into a cookie. When I manage to swallow the first mouthful, I hum in pleasure.
Whatever has been put in these, they taste delicious.
Heat is in his eyes, his voice grave now. “I enjoyed buying them with you in mind. Can I get you some water with electrolytes? It’s past time for you to be hydrated according to the schedule.”
When I swallow the cookie in my mouth, I reply, “Oh, yes, please, I am really thirsty, thank you.” And then ask playfully, “Will you have a cookie?” He eyes them suspiciously and then concedes, “They do smell delicious. I’m sure it won’t hurt.”
I grin back at him while he chooses a smaller cookie and begins to eat it, humming with pleasure as he tastes it.
After we both finish our snack, he unexpectedly proposes a stroll along one of the walking paths surrounding the loft, where he shares his thoughts on the art he enjoys viewing at Houston's Museum of Fine Arts.
The sun shines bright, and we take a slow walk around as he points out different plants and shares little anecdotes about Hermann Park. After a while I begin to feel my breasts get heavy again and ask if he wants to snack on them or wait until they’re fully filled again.
Erik opts for the latter option, so he takes me a little more on the walking trail until my breasts tell me it’s been almost three hours since they were last drained.
“Erik,” I tug on his hand that he almost hasn’t let go of since eating the cookies in the kitchen, “I think it’s time again.”
“Oh,” he looks down at my inflated breasts hidden in my shirt, rings of liquid forming around my nipples as they begin to leak. Erik squeezes my hand as a bolt of excitement crosses his face.
Back home, he leads me into the bedroom. He is more relaxed now as he follows me onto the bed and gets comfortable. He lies down, looking up at me, watching as I pull off my shirt and remove the bra and nursing pads, exposing my leaking breasts to him.
Erik licks his lips, and without waiting for me to place my breast to his mouth, he reaches up a hand to guide it into his mouth and sucks deeply. At the sight of him cradled in me, his guard lowered, my letdown comes effortlessly.
I enjoy this moment as I stroke his hard cock and nurse all my goodness in him. I am enjoying this experience and this wonderful man who loves drinking from me. When he’s drinking from my other breast, he comes for me and looks so peaceful and relaxed that he seems to nod off while suckling.
I savor this time and try not to move to wake him. We stay like this for possibly an hour until I see him peek open his eyes. He startles when he realizes he nodded off, but I take that as praise for how comfortable he is feeling.
When he pops off my puffy nipple, he lifts his wrist to look at his watch and sees that it’s well past lunchtime. Sitting bolt upright, he curses that he hasn’t fed me yet. “You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to disturb you, and the cookies have kept me full until now.”