As her husband, I was on the verge of ejaculating into my own trousers.
“Oh,” Jolene said in a husky sort of voice. “Oh, I think-”
Warm fluid hit my cheek.
“Sorry! Oh, shit, Zohro! Sorry!” She knocked my hands away and raised the bowl between us, like it was some sort of shield.
“Why are you apologizing?” I asked. “It is working!”
She looked appalled. “I nearly just took your eye out! Next time, I think I actually will!”
“I’m a surgeon,” I grunted, already forcing the bowl back down into her lap and returning my hands to her breasts. “I’ll find a way to put my eye back in later.”
She blinked at me.
And then she laughed. Heartily and without constraint. That wide-mouthed, tooth-flaunting laugh that I adored so much. I had not heard it much lately, except for the times when Autumn did something that Jolene found unusually funny. My wife had a rather bizarre infatuation with Autumn’s impressively robust ability to pass gas. It made her dissolve into giggles without fail.
But she had not laughed like this with me – me alone – in quite some time.
But the laughter was making my job much more difficult. Her breasts shook beneath my hands, and I could not establish the same effective massaging grip I’d had before.
“Are you quite finished?” I asked her, raising a brow. “I am trying to do something, here.”
“Sorry,” she said again, but not before she gave another snort of mirth. “I’m ready.”
“Good. We will proceed.” I continued the way I had been before. Soon, another spray of fluid hit me in the face, this time much nearer to my mouth.
Without thinking, I licked it. Paradisial sweetness coated my tongue, and a violent shudder ripped through my pelvis as a hot spurt of semen erupted in response.
“Did you justlickit?” Jolene gasped, her eyes huge and her cheeks very, very red.
“No.”
“You did! I saw you.”
“You probably need an eye exam. I can do that for you later.”
Later, after I reestablished control over my throbbing, wet cock…
“I have great eyesight!You licked it!”
Shame and lust coursed through me in equal measure. I was not an honourable male. Maybe I never had been. But at least I could be honest about it now. Once, I’d told her in great detail how I’d murdered a man. Surely, admitting to partaking in a tiny taste of her exquisite human breastmilk would not be so repulsive as that.
“Fine! I did lick it!” I snapped. “I admit it! And it tasted sweeter than anything else I’ve ever known. So unless you want me to put my mouth on you right now and drain you dry, I suggest you stop harping on about it and let me continue!”
She snapped her mouth shut.
“Sorry,” I gritted out. “I am… rather tense at the moment.”
I squeezed my muscles, fighting another wave of what felt like imminent ejaculation.
“I’m sorry, too,” Jolene replied.
“You have nothing to apologize for.” It was absurd that I had licked the milk, and such an act deserved all the ridicule that she could heap upon me.
But she didn’t. Because she was good. Too good for me to ever hope to deserve.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she said. “I mean, Idid. But not that much. Thank you for helping me.”
