“Totally.”My cock is so hard right now it’s threatening a revolt.
After a few seconds, she asks, “Do you think about sucking the milk from them yourself?”Her cheeks are bright pink.
I cock my head to the side and smile.“All the time.”It would appear my wife has a kinky side.
“I think about it, too,” she admits, barely above a whisper.
My brows shoot up.I didn’t imagine having this conversationever.I wouldn’t have voiced my kinky primal thoughts out loud, but my wife has done so for me.I gently stroke her cheek again.“Is that something you’d like to try, honey?Do you want my mouth on your tits?”
She nods, her face heating further as she bites her lip.
I kiss her, causing her lip to pop free so she can return the affection.I kiss her often because I like the intimacy.I want her to get used to me frequently bringing my lips to hers when I enter a room, when I leave a room, or even just because I’m in the room.
When I release her, she’s breathing heavily.
“I’ll suckle from your breasts someday, sunshine, but not for a few weeks.It’s too erotic.We’d get carried away, and that’s not a good idea until you’re at least six weeks postpartum.”
She gasps.“Six weeks?”
I chuckle.“Did you not hear what Charlene said?Six weeksminimum, honey.Your body needs to heal fully before we start having sex of any kind.”
She pushes out her bottom lip in a cute little pout before wincing as she glances down at her breasts.“I think they’re empty.”
Sure enough, no more milk is squirting into the bottles with each suction.Normally, I would turn the pump off and remove the cups, but I don’t this time.I sit next to my wife’s hip and clasp one of her hands.“Does it hurt when the pump tugs on your nipples after they’re drained?”
She looks at me and swallows.“A little.”
“Can you tolerate it for a few minutes?”
Her pulse picks up.“I think so.”
I never want to do anything to cause my wife pain, but the slight discomfort is making her squirm.I’ve been wondering for a few days how she might react to a bit of sexual dominance.She’s so compliant about letting me manage the pump and has even become eager.It’s obvious she looks forward to passing Eve over to me, knowing that as soon as the baby finishes feeding, I will take over and control her output.
We didn’t discuss this.I didn’t plan it.It just happened.Before she gave birth, Hannah was about as modest as a woman could be.The delivery changed her.She had no choice but to open herself up to the vulnerability of letting me between her legs to catch the baby and then help her deliver the placenta.It humbled her.It caused her to see life through a new lens.
She’s still modest in front of Adam and the rest of my brothers when they come by, but she doesn’t try to cover her body in front of Rebekah or me anymore.
She’s so beautiful.Every inch of her.And even more so when she looks at me with those huge blue eyes and lets me care for her.
Milking her is the ultimate way to care for my wife.She could have pushed me away that first time.She could have balked at the idea of being pumped at all.She could have insisted on handling it herself and ordered me to leave the room.
But she didn’t.She submitted to me on this issue and continues to do so.It’s creating a deep, strong bond between us.I don’t know if she recognizes her sexual submission, but I certainly do.She likes it when I handle her breasts and rub ointment into her nipples.She even arches for me, her breath hitching.
We’ve normalized this process.It’s something we do several times a day.It’s kinky as fuck and makes my cock harder than hell.It will be a long time before we’re able to consummate our marriage.I won’t even risk rubbing her to orgasm this soon.We’ll wait.Our patience will pay off.
When it comes to other aspects of Hannah’s life, she’s gotten bolder.I’ve been guiding her to speak her mind, ask for what she wants, and tell me no.It’s difficult.She’s not used to being allowed to have an opinion.It’s been years since anyone asked her what she wanted to eat for breakfast, or which book she’d like to read, or when she’d like to have a bath.
Simple things for most people.Huge for Hannah.
But when it comes to her breasts, my wife visibly switches modes to a submissive mindset.Her face softens.She looks up to me.She holds her hands out of the way.She lets me maneuver her body where I want it.
I’m pushing her further than at any previous time.It’s been two minutes since her breasts ran dry.I’ve been stroking her sensitive skin along the edge of the funnel.When she reaches for the cup trapping her teat, I gently wrap my fingers around her wrist and bring her hand to her side.
Without either of us saying a word, she obeys me.Her breathing increases, and she arches her chest subtly.She’s titillated.
Finally, I turn the pump off and remove the suction cups.I bend and kiss both nipples reverently before grabbing the ointment.
Hannah whimpers.Her nipples are red and swollen.
