Angela finds herself slowly coming into consciousness, awoken by a feeling of full tightness she’s still not quite used to. Still half asleep, she shifts and tries to get comfortable – but between Seth snoring beside her, and the simply unignorable tightness in her chest, she is soon fully awake.
“Mmghhh.” Angela groans as she sits up, squinting into the darkness of their bedroom. She is usually equipped to handle this problem – currently, though, she doesn’t see her breast pump.
This isn’t a new problem for her at all – she began lactating a little early in pregnancy and has been pumping regularly, so her production has been abnormally high given that she’s only 7 months in. She’s been assured that leakage at this point is normal, but she thinks it’s abnormal for her to need to pump this much away.
Angela shakes her husband, Seth, until his snoring stops. “Seth, honey, can you go get my pump? I’m so full it hurts.” She asks, her pout audible.
Seth looks over at her, unable to see her, and weighs his options. He’s exhausted – he’s been picking up plenty of overtime at the office to make sure he can spoil their little boy – and if he gets out of bed, he’s certain he’s gonna be up for at least an hour.
He rolls over, and tries to wrap his arm around her – but finds she’s sitting up already. He adjusts and rests his head in her lap instead. “But I’m so tired, baby.” He whines, reaching up and running one hand over the side of her breast. She whimpers, and a drop of thick liquid lands on his forehead, just above his left eye.
Seth thinks for a moment, his eyes adjusted enough to just barely make out her form above him. “Of course I’ll get it for you Angie. But I really don’t want to get up. Can I just drink it instead?”
It’s quiet for a moment. He’d asked a few times before – he was the curious type, after all. Angela had never believed him in the past, and laughed it off each time.
“Do you really want to? It’s like a protein shake in there right now. I doubt it’ll taste good.” Angela says quietly, resting her hand on Seth’s head and playing with his curls.
In the moment of silence before his reply, she thinks about it – about breastfeeding. Her mind conjures up the image of his lips wrapped around her nipple, the feeling of his tongue, the feeling of feeding someone hungry. Her body reacts, readying more milk to drop. She whimpers.
“Hey, shhh, it’s okay. I don’t care how it’ll taste Angie, I just think it’ll be intimate.” Seth says, nuzzling against her ribs.
She nods. Then, after a moment – once she realizes he probably can’t see her – she leans over and flips on their bedside lamp. It’s a dim, pink-toned light, just bright enough to see each other by. She nods again.
Seth smiles up at her, and starts to run his hand over her tummy. “You’re so beautiful. You’re gonna make such a good mom. Making so much extra to be sure our son grows up big and strong.” He coos, shifting so he’s a little further in her lap.
He reaches up and cradles her breast, gently placing his mouth over her nipple. Angela bites her lip and whimpers, her hand forming a loose fist in his hair.
He presses his tongue on the underside of her enlarged nipple, feeling pressure on the other side of the skin. Then he seals his lips around it and begins to suck gently, and feels that pressure release – with a thick stream of cream-like milk into his mouth. He balks for a moment at the unexpected salty flavor, but settles back down as he gets used to it.
Angela moans as the pressure is released, the relief washing over her in waves. His mouth on her feels amazing, and she moans aloud, rubbing encouragingly on the back of his neck. “Oh, fuck, Seth you’re doing so good, youre making me feel so good…”
He grins against her, massaging her breast as he sucks, willing more and more cream into his mouth. The praise washes over him and gives him a happy feeling deep inside, and he adjusts so that he can take a better angle. As he does so, milk spills from his mouth, dribbling down her ribs and onto their blankets – but neither of them notices. She continues to rub his hair and murmur quiet encouragement for several more minutes, until her right side is completely drained, and feeling almost normal again.
Seth sits up and leans forward, resting his forehead against hers. “God, Angie, I love you. You’re so good to me.” They smile at each other, and she gently licks the droplet of milk from his bottom lip. Seth laughs at the face she makes, and rubs his nose against hers. “Well, I like the way it tastes.” He says, gently grabbing her left breast. She sucks in a quick breath through her teeth.
“Well, if you like it so much, do you want some more…?” Angela askes, desperately hopeful, leaning back just a hair. Seth hums in a play-thoughtful manner, shuffling back down, and flattens his tongue to lick a broad swipe across her nipple. She gasps, then whines as her breast begins to leak large drops of cream. He plays with the cream on his tongue for a moment, before sitting back up.
“I’m sorry Angie, I think I’m too full. You made so much milk for me, I can’t take all of it. Can I still go grab your pump?” Seth asks, making big puppy dog eyes at Angela. She holds her breath for a long moment until the slow leakage stops, then nods.
“Of course, sweetheart, you did a very good job. I love you.” She says, smiling softly at him. He smiles back, and gives her a gentle kiss, then climbs up out of the bed and makes his way towards the living room.
‘Well, guess I’ll be awake for a while,’ He thinks. ‘Totally worth it.’