Coming Home by Jaime

Coming Home by Jaime

He drove up in front of the building and stopped the car. It had been a long, stressful day at work and it was good to be home. It was such a pleasure to come home and to know she was waiting for him. She needed him to be home.

He unlocked the door and quietly walked in. He could hear the sounds of her working in the kitchen. Closing the door, he walked towards the source of the sounds and stood in the doorway watching her at the sink. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he knew that by this time she would be feeling the fullness and would be delighted that he was home. She turned around and saw him watching her and she smiled brightly. Walking towards him she greeted him with the most welcome words a man who had just come home from a stressful day at work could ever want to hear. "Hi, Honey. So glad you are home. I am so ready for you." Those words may not seem special to most people, but they meant the world to him and he smiled, held he in his arms and kissed her, passionately and deeply. His hand moved from her shoulder down to her breast and he cupped it very gently. His whisper in her ear of how much he loved her and needed her was about all she needed. She could feel the let down begin and a slight shiver went through her.

He guided her towards the living room and sat her on the couch. Kneeling in front of her, he proceeded to unbutton her blouse, kissing her neck and then down towards the valley between her full, firm breasts. She watched him undo each button and thrilled to the feel of his kisses but knew that, if he did not hurry, she would soon soak the nursing pads and perhaps have another bra to wash out tonight. "Sweetheart, you are wasting precious drops, you know." He looked up at her and smiled, but wasted no more time as he finished unbuttoning her blouse. He was very quickly into his favorite position. His head on her lap and looking up at her as she unhooked the cup of her nursing bra. As she pulled the cup free and removed the nursing pad, sure enough, drops of warm, sweet, delicious milk were dripping from her dark, already hard nipple. Lifting her breast free of the fabric he immediately latched onto the dripping nipple and began to suckle. Drawing the nipple deep into his mouth with each suck and using his tongue to massage the milk from her, he drank and drank of the sweet nectar her breasts held, just for him. They both relaxed as he continued to nurse from her. The cares and stresses of the day were melting away for both of them. Her hand caressed his head as he nursed and she looked down at him with such love.

This form of sharing continued to draw them closer together. He knew she needed him to nurse and she knew that sharing this part of her was a joy for both of them. He nursed for a few minutes more past the time he was able to draw milk from her and then in what seemed to be one smooth motion, they moved around so he could nurse at her other breast. They both felt the erotic sensations that were associated with their nursing, but also knew that the fulfillment of those desires would wait till later that night. Right now, it was just pleasant to feel the sensations, the drawing on her nipples, the milk in his mouth and yes, the stiffness of his manhood and the dampness between her legs. Nothing existed in the world right now but the two of them, their sharing, their oneness if you will.

No cares, no worries, no stresses, just the two of them, their love for each other and a relationship that much of the world would never know the joys of. As he finished emptying her other breast and continued to suckle a few minutes more there was the knowledge that even though it was over for now, they would be here again, in just a few hours, sharing with each other the peace, love and contentment of this commitment to each other in the form of adult nursing. And next time, the hope and promise of other expressions of love they share with each other.

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