[ He doesn't really know what to expect here, besides some very juvenile fantasies that have only recently occurred to him. She feels warm and vital underneath his hand, her usually cool skin reflecting the heat of his palm, and he lets her guide his hand around to where his touch can be helpful. The fact that he's pretty turned on already is something he's trying to fight down, trying to remind himself that she's uncomfortable and might not want to deal with his body's response as well, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
When she encourages him to squeeze gently, he's not sure what's going to happen, and he watches the warm stream of liquid that leaks out with something like fascination. The feeling of helping her release it, the sight of it white against his skin -- it looks really good, feels good. When she groans and presses his fingers into her skin again, he catches a breath and holds it. ]
Jeez. [ The third time he doesn't need guidance, shifting his hand to grip her more firmly, the milk pattering softly onto her body and the bed as it runs down his arm all the way down to his elbow. ] Baby..
[ He tugs his hand back, then lifts his hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against the wet skin. Licking the taste of it, light and surprisingly sweet. It's strange and primal, in some ways, a feeling like he's connecting with something far older than the two of them. But it's also intensely erotic. He reaches out to put his hand back on her, then changes his mind and moves to her other tit, rubbing and pressing it with more boldness. ]
Do you want to.. can I.. [ Use my mouth, he maybe wants to say. Do more. Fuck you like this. All of those wants crowd at him, insisting. ]
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When she encourages him to squeeze gently, he's not sure what's going to happen, and he watches the warm stream of liquid that leaks out with something like fascination. The feeling of helping her release it, the sight of it white against his skin -- it looks really good, feels good. When she groans and presses his fingers into her skin again, he catches a breath and holds it. ]
Jeez. [ The third time he doesn't need guidance, shifting his hand to grip her more firmly, the milk pattering softly onto her body and the bed as it runs down his arm all the way down to his elbow. ] Baby..
[ He tugs his hand back, then lifts his hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against the wet skin. Licking the taste of it, light and surprisingly sweet. It's strange and primal, in some ways, a feeling like he's connecting with something far older than the two of them. But it's also intensely erotic. He reaches out to put his hand back on her, then changes his mind and moves to her other tit, rubbing and pressing it with more boldness. ]
Do you want to.. can I.. [ Use my mouth, he maybe wants to say. Do more. Fuck you like this. All of those wants crowd at him, insisting. ]