That’s when my tits fell free of their confines. I tugged my nightgown down with frantic energy, and Harry helped, cupping both my boobs as they were released, lifting them up with a groan.
“Look at these,” he said in awe. “So milky, so full.”
God, in that moment, I wished they really were about to overflow for him. He looked so needy, so excited at the prospect of getting to touch them. Touch me.
“Please, Harry. Please…” I begged, whimpering and arching my back for him. Anything to get him closer.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, then dove in, pulling a nipple into his mouth with such a deep suction I cried out. It was like a sharp, dragging pull as my entire nipple went between his lips. He sucked, he slurped, and he groaned with such intense desperation, with profound relief, I found myself hot. Too hot. I needed to touch him more, neededto get my hands around his cock, to get him inside me. Wanted to dig under his skin just to be closer—
“That's so good,” I muttered, stroking the back of his head as he nursed from me. He massaged my other tit while he drew from the first, taking deep pulls, his eyes fluttering shut, his tongue swirling around the aching point of my nipple.
It hurt, but in a way that sent delicious tingles right through every inch of me. And when he jumped to the second boob and pulled that one in, I needed more. And I was done waiting.
“Let’s move to the bed, gorgeous, and get you out of these clothes,” I said, my voice soothing as I unlatched him, stroking at his cheek until my wet, shining nipple pulled free from his mouth.
He looked dazed, but let me stand him up and unbutton his shirt. “I want to see all of you,” I demanded, needing to look up to catch his eye, my face at his chest height. “Thank you for helping with my overflowing tits, they don’t hurt so much now.”
He sighed and kissed the top of my head.
“I still have plenty more milk for you. I just want you more… comfortable.”
“Okay,” he whispered, totally away with the fairies. He’d explained he might get like this though, that it was the goal,that nursing like this had always been a dream he had never been able to fulfill.
I stripped him of his shirt, revealing more of his gorgeous body. His arms were massive, so thick and firm, but without a six-pack to match it. His stomach was soft, and I knew he would be the best god-damned hugger in the world, flat but not cut in any way. I found myself hoping for a post-coital snuggle.
Harry kicked his shoes off his feet and toed off his socks while I unbuttoned his pants. He kept kissing the top of my head as I worked, and when I ducked down to pull his pants off altogether, I couldn’t help but lay a small peck on the bulge in his underwear.
They would stay on for now. To draw this thing out. However much I wanted to see his cock, learn if it was as thick as the rest of him, the anticipation would be worth it.
“Okay, to the bed.” I guided him onto the sheets, pushing him down until his back hit the pillows and his head was propped up to the perfect height. Then I shucked out of my nightgown, revealing the rest of my body, and climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, my inner thighs pressing into the outside of his.
We both sighed at the skin contact, and again, that possessiveness rocketed through me. I stroked his cheeks,looking into those emerald green eyes, searching to see if he felt the same. Behind his gaze, I saw only blown pupils and a desperate need to get off, so I sat up straighter and guided his face back to my chest.
“I’m still so full,” I cried, “please suck me dry. Drain every drop.”
“Anything for you,” he said before descending, cupping a tit in each hand again and pulling them toward him, sucking deep with no patience. He sucked like he really would draw milk from me, and I began a slow writhing of my hips, moving my bare pussy up and down his clothed cock, mapping out the full length and girth of him as I worked.
After a few minutes, he started pushing his hips up into me, meeting me thrust for thrust with little grunts as he continued sucking. It felt so fucking good, humping him like this while he nursed from me, pulling all these sensations to ripple through my body.
When I jolted at the sharp bite of his teeth against my bruising nipples, I cried out and bucked, the slow orgasm creeping up on me growing faster. “Oh, baby, again,” I moaned, losing myself. “You’re doing such a good job.”
“Mm,” he said, muttering something against me as he held my nipple between his front teeth and picked up thepace with his hips, the head of his cock knocking against my clit with every pass.
“You’re making me feel so wonderful,” I cried. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Oh, fuck,” he cried out, pulling away, his features all screwed up as his pace increased. He plunged back down to my chest and buried his face in my cleavage, holding my boobs squashed to his cheeks, suffocating himself with them. I pushed his head in further, shivering when he began tonguing my skin, licking and sucking at anything within reach.
I screamed as I came, my entire body jerking and shuddering as I held him to me, as I enjoyed skin against mine, his mouth on me, worshipping.
He didn’t let up, not for a beat as I rode through my orgasm, and just a second after me, a desperate sound tore from him. Soon, he lost his rhythm, fucking up against me rough and unsteady, crying and moaning and licking and sucking as he crested too.
He kept muttering, groaning and sighing as he reached his peak and began coming back down. I didn’t want to let him go, didn’t want this to be over. He felt like mine in a crazy, indescribable way.
So rather than end things, rather than check the time and work out what was left, I tipped his face up to mine and kissed him.
His warm tongue slid into my mouth as he groaned against me, his arms wrapping around my back to pull me tighter.
Fuck.
