Drink from Me

A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships

I love everything that leads up to it. The way you undress me – first with your eyes and then with your hands. I love the way you touch my body, tenderly, tracing the contours of my skin, the shape of my body. I love the way your hands linger on my breasts – my swollen, engorged, heavy breasts.
You seem to like looking at them. I can tell. Touching them too – feeling their weight and stroking their softness. I don’t mind. I like you touching them. It feels so good that I could just lie back and have you stroke me all day. It would be torture, of course. Some days I’m so engorged that I’m sure if you stroked me for long enough I’d simply start to leak.
But for a while you stroke them. And you are shrugging out of your own clothes as you do. I’m already naked, legs spread, sitting on the edge of the bed. The sight of your hard cock makes me wet down there as well – the fact that the sight of me turns you on is almost too much to bear.
And then you start to feed. You kneel between my legs and hunch forward and bring your mouth ever so gently to my nipple. Your lips make a seal around it and you suck, and for a moment I feel as though I might just come from that alone. The pleasure washes through me like a wave. I lean back, giving you better access to me. I stroke your hair and your back.
Sometimes it is a few moments before the milk comes. I enjoy the slick wetness and the strength of your tongue on my nipple. I enjoy your hands on my hips. It makes me feel like I’m glowing inside, like I’m filled with life.
And then the milk comes, and that feels better than anything. I can feel every little trickle of it, being sucked warm and fresh and good from me and into you. You drink it down, straight down. I watch your throat bob as you swallow, and I can’t help but smile. I’m feeding you. Nourishing you. Giving you the best of me.
Your fingers find the place between my legs, wet and slick. You touch me there, gentle and quick, your fingers slipping in my wetness. You circle my clit and tease at the opening to me, and the pleasure makes me arch my back and bite my lip to keep from crying out. This. This is the moment I wish could last forever.
You pleasure me and you drink from me. And as you swallow me, and suck me, and move from one nipple to the other your fingers are always at work. You never fail to make me come, and as I come, I can feel you still drinking from me, taking my sweet milk, sating yourself on me. As the shivers of pleasure take over my body I put my hands on you. I hold you close.