His eyes strayed to the exposed curve of her breast for the fifth time in the last few minutes. Blue veins ran down from the top in intricate patterns that beckoned him to come trace each one with his tongue. He shuddered, shifting in his seat as his pants tightened that much more.
The baby at her breast murmured, nuzzling her with its tiny hands and swallowing audibly. My God, he was jealous. What the hell was wrong with him?
No one else in the coffee shop paid any attention to her and the creamy expense of skin spilling out, but he couldn’t seem to look away. So full and shiny, erotic in all the ways it shouldn’t be to him.
His mouth watered to taste the thick mother’s milk as it flowed warm over his tongue. Would it be sweet like condensed milk, or heavy cream, or honey? Or would it have a salty taste as it coated his palate? A taste distinctly hers?
Just the thought of the puff of her nipple pillowed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth made him squirm. There was a real possibility he’d cum in his khakis if he didn’t curb this fantasy.
A groan bubbled up and he barely contained it. Shame nipped at him for desiring to experience that, her. He was sexualizing the most innocent act in nature.
None of his self-flagellation stopped him from glancing over again.
This time his gaze strayed to her face. Dark eyes narrowed on him and he felt his cheeks flame at being caught staring. His good sense told him to flee and he agreed that was a smart idea on his part. Pushing back from the table, the chair scraped the tiled floor and then toppled with a loud clatter. Every eye turned his direction and his mortification multiplied. He scrambled to right it and collect his lukewarm cup of coffee before he did anything else to embarrass himself.
He promised he wouldn’t look as he passed, but no amount of coaching stopped his eyes from doing just that. So close, that full globe of flesh was even more delicious. He almost slowed, so great was his need to touch, but strode past.
Bursting into the chilled outdoors he drew in a lungful of air, hoping to steady himself. It only made him more aware of the tightness of his groin.
The drive back to his office was excruciating, the blood surging instead of receding as his thoughts continued circling back to the question of her taste. Even cupping a staying hand over the bulge did nothing to lessen the ache.
By the time he drove into the garage he was at his boiling point. He pulled into a secluded spot away from other cars and released himself from the confines of his pants. A single swipe across the leaking head had him groaning so he knew it would take little to send him over the edge.
Unable to fully understand his taboo desire, but bound to heed it, he stroked himself to thoughts of suckling at her breast.
The things I think about at 2 o’clock in the morning, eh?
Brilliant and evocative.
The sort of thing that could be a real problem for some.
I imagine so. I’ve read a bit of erotica on this taboo subject.
LOL. Will do.
Wow, very hot. While I never thought of looking at breast feeding that way, nor have I ever been interested in adult breastfeeding. The imagery was hot. What else is trapped in your mind at 2am? Lol
I think it best not to let some of the stuff in my head out. Usually I just roll back over when the urge to write strikes. This story wouldn’t be silenced.
Oh, but one shouldn’t stifle the urge to write. Even if it isn’t posted, it should be written when the inspiration strikes.
I usually tell myself to remember that thought without actually writing it down before I fall asleep.
How does that work for you?
Some days it goes better than others depending on the pull of the story.
This was incredibly well written and so sexy. And it makes me long to have a man latched at my breast. Sucking me to orgasm.
I love having my nipples sucked and bit! My gosh, yes.
I loved some parts of breastfeeding. Never could get my husband turned on by doing it, though…
The act of breastfeeding does nothing for me personally, but I can see how it could have elements that would stimulate the right person. Especially if you enjoy breast play anyway.
It didn’t do anything for me sexually, but just as a time when my body functioned properly and I could bond with my kids.
I very much enjoy breast play, and for the record, I do not have children… 🙂
Cara- This was so hot! It has my blood boiling! I’ve actually been thinking about inducing lactation & having a man feed from me. So sensual and sexy!
I’ve read a number of erotic stories on the topic. I admit to being curious about reading someone’s lived experience.
I’d be interested in the stories you’ve read, and if you email me, I can tell you how you can get in contact with people who would share their experience with you. 🙂
Well, I’m squirming in my chair…I’ve never considered breastfeeding erotic, but hell, now *I* want a taste!
I like making something totally taboo erotic. It’s like I can’t help myself.
I think it’s a unique talent to have. And you should keep going. 🙂
Is it talent or compulsion? Lol.
Who cares? Your words on a screen turn people on… 🙂
This is SOOO well written. A big part of my attraction to girls was always a fascination with breasts, but recently nursing has become such an erotic experience for me. I cant even explain it. I want my husband to enjoy that part of me, but it’s a tough sell for him.
I think everyone has an attraction to breasts. There’s just something about them. Thanks for your comment. 🙂
Keep thinking things at whatever time – just keep writing down for us!
No problem! I seem to do my best work at 2am. 🙂
All my best ideas come to me between 2-3 in the morning. This was a great and tasteful post, Cara.
Forgive my extra extra late commenting, please. I missed this one, in my past browsing.)
No problem. I always appreciate someone reading even if it’s a late read.
I wake up with so many stories in my head. There’s a lot I don’t write about
You are welcome.
(The more you don’t write about, the more you have to share later, if you so choose. I have an actual list of tings that I won’t let cross my brain to my fingertips.)