courage. Looked like we both needed a little release. It was the least I could offer him.
“Ryan, would you like to taste it?”
“You sure?” He drew a sharp breath.
I nodded and cupped the bottoms of both breasts to raise them in offering.
He knelt on one knee and leaned toward me.
I held my breath as I guided the tip into his mouth.
His tongue laved the protruding nubbin before his lips latched tentatively around my dark areola. His first draw was gentle, too gentle. I didn’t like the taste of my own milk. I expected him to draw back, but he sucked again. If anything, the hands gripping my hips tightened. He liked it.
“I promise you’re not going to break anything,” I whispered. “You can suck it harder.”
Ryan moaned and leaned closer, burrowing his nose against my soft breast and suckling with a growing fervor.
My breath caught as my milk let down, streaming into his mouth. The relief was so great I groaned.
“Oh like that,” I whispered. “Just like that.”
I couldn’t help myself, I dug my fingernails into his hair and scraped.
Ryan dutifully suckled for a couple more minutes then drew back.
“Did that help?” he asked, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth.
My milk glazed his lips.
“Yes,” I said, wanting to say more. Wanting to ask if he’d join me in my bed.
He stood, his hands still on my hips.
“I like it,” he said, that low growl back again. “Anytime you need help...”
“I need it now,” I blurted, then widened my eyes, because I hadn’t meant to.
“What do you need, Shauna?”
My gaze dropped away. I would have thought that the fact I was standing half-naked in front of him would have robbed me of any remaining modesty, but I couldn’t tell him.
“Do you want me, Shauna?” A finger tucked under my chin, raising my gaze.
“I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and a tear trickled down my chin. “I don’t mean to be this needy. But if you wouldn’t mind, if you’d like it too—holy hell, I need you to fuck me, Ryan.”
His breath let out in a slowly. A smile began to curve up the corners of his mouth.
“I like you needy. I like you dependent on me. And I don’t care how that sounds. Let me take this extra burden. I’ll love you so good, baby.”
He reached out and shoved down my nightgown and my panties, then stood back gazing at my body.
I felt a little unsure. My belly was marred by stretch marks and still retained a little roundness. My breasts were like ripe melons.
“Brad’s a damn fool for walking away from you,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.”
And since his expression hardened even more, I knew he meant it, which emboldened me. I reached out and pulled at his t-shirt, tugging it from his waistband and raising it to his arms. Since he was too tall, he pulled it the rest of the way off.
Then he toed off his work boots and socks. When his hands went to the buckle of his tool belt, I laid mine over it. “Do you mind keeping that on?”
Both brows shot up. “It’ll get in the way.”
“Yeah, it will,” I said smiling.
His answering grin warmed me inside, and the fact he reached eagerly under his belt to unfasten his jeans, pleased me even more. At the scratch of the zipper, I stepped forward, stopping him with hand on his arm. I snuck my hand under his tool belt to feel for his cock. It was right there. Tenting his workpants, I found the opening of his shorts and guided it out. “Think we can fuck standing?” I asked. “With you, like this?”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a fucking way,” he muttered. He reached out and picked me up, waiting as I hugged him with my legs.
Then he walked into the hallway and closed the baby’s door. Another step and he pressed me against the opposite wall.
I ground my pussy against the coarse material of the belt. “I love your tool belt,” I said, winding my arms around his neck. “Every time I see you wearing it, it turns me on.”
“If I’d known that was all
“Ryan, would you like to taste it?”
“You sure?” He drew a sharp breath.
I nodded and cupped the bottoms of both breasts to raise them in offering.
He knelt on one knee and leaned toward me.
I held my breath as I guided the tip into his mouth.
His tongue laved the protruding nubbin before his lips latched tentatively around my dark areola. His first draw was gentle, too gentle. I didn’t like the taste of my own milk. I expected him to draw back, but he sucked again. If anything, the hands gripping my hips tightened. He liked it.
“I promise you’re not going to break anything,” I whispered. “You can suck it harder.”
Ryan moaned and leaned closer, burrowing his nose against my soft breast and suckling with a growing fervor.
My breath caught as my milk let down, streaming into his mouth. The relief was so great I groaned.
“Oh like that,” I whispered. “Just like that.”
I couldn’t help myself, I dug my fingernails into his hair and scraped.
Ryan dutifully suckled for a couple more minutes then drew back.
“Did that help?” he asked, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth.
My milk glazed his lips.
“Yes,” I said, wanting to say more. Wanting to ask if he’d join me in my bed.
He stood, his hands still on my hips.
“I like it,” he said, that low growl back again. “Anytime you need help...”
“I need it now,” I blurted, then widened my eyes, because I hadn’t meant to.
“What do you need, Shauna?”
My gaze dropped away. I would have thought that the fact I was standing half-naked in front of him would have robbed me of any remaining modesty, but I couldn’t tell him.
“Do you want me, Shauna?” A finger tucked under my chin, raising my gaze.
“I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and a tear trickled down my chin. “I don’t mean to be this needy. But if you wouldn’t mind, if you’d like it too—holy hell, I need you to fuck me, Ryan.”
His breath let out in a slowly. A smile began to curve up the corners of his mouth.
“I like you needy. I like you dependent on me. And I don’t care how that sounds. Let me take this extra burden. I’ll love you so good, baby.”
He reached out and shoved down my nightgown and my panties, then stood back gazing at my body.
I felt a little unsure. My belly was marred by stretch marks and still retained a little roundness. My breasts were like ripe melons.
“Brad’s a damn fool for walking away from you,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.”
And since his expression hardened even more, I knew he meant it, which emboldened me. I reached out and pulled at his t-shirt, tugging it from his waistband and raising it to his arms. Since he was too tall, he pulled it the rest of the way off.
Then he toed off his work boots and socks. When his hands went to the buckle of his tool belt, I laid mine over it. “Do you mind keeping that on?”
Both brows shot up. “It’ll get in the way.”
“Yeah, it will,” I said smiling.
His answering grin warmed me inside, and the fact he reached eagerly under his belt to unfasten his jeans, pleased me even more. At the scratch of the zipper, I stepped forward, stopping him with hand on his arm. I snuck my hand under his tool belt to feel for his cock. It was right there. Tenting his workpants, I found the opening of his shorts and guided it out. “Think we can fuck standing?” I asked. “With you, like this?”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a fucking way,” he muttered. He reached out and picked me up, waiting as I hugged him with my legs.
Then he walked into the hallway and closed the baby’s door. Another step and he pressed me against the opposite wall.
I ground my pussy against the coarse material of the belt. “I love your tool belt,” I said, winding my arms around his neck. “Every time I see you wearing it, it turns me on.”
“If I’d known that was all
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