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He does so quickly, getting close to me and leaning down to kiss me. “If it’s too much, just let me know, but Marley, I want to do this. I want to help you.”
I nod, kissing him back with everything I have. How did I get lucky enough to have him? How is he so willing and open?
He adjusts his body so he’s flush with my swollen nipple, opening his mouth and closing his lips around it. I close my eyes, leaning back into the headboard. It takes him a few tries to get used to it, but then he’s got a good latch, and is suckling at my breast, alternating between hard pulls, and short staccato ones. He’s trying to help get the clot loose and out. I look down at him, and he’s focused so intently, brows furrowed and grooves lining his forehead. His still wet hair is hanging across my lap, dampening my robe.
This goes on for a few minutes, and then it’s like a dam bursts. Pain flares through my nipple, and my breasts let down the milk, and Beau nearly chokes at the sudden rush of milk into his mouth. He lets my nipple free, swallowing a few times before his eyes widen.
“I think I got it,” he says, beaming with pride.
I laugh. “Yeah, you definitely did.” I gesture down to where my nipple is steadily leaking milk.
“I kinda wanna do it again,” he says, face flushing red. “It tasted good once I got a bit of it. It was also kind of relaxing.”
“It was?”
“Yeah. I mean, are you really surprised? I’ve always loved your tits.”
He’s got a point.
The ache now relieved in my breast, I know I’ll probably have to pump this side so I don’t get clogged again. I reach out for my pump, ready to hook back up, but Beau reaches out, stopping me. “Can I do it one more time? Just a little?”
“You really want to?”
“Obviously.” He doesn’t hesitate to lean back down. He does give me a moment to decline, or tell him no, but when I don’t he latches back on to my breast, suckling the dripping milk. I give him a minute or so, but then I’m pushing his head off.
“I need to pump now.” I’m not about to tell him how sad I am to have him stop, because I’m loving the intimacy of it, how it feels different than when the babies do it, more sensual, like I have more ownership of my body, but I also need to collect as much as I can for them.
“Fine, but I want to do that again sometime. Okay?” he nearly pouts.
“Okay,” I say, kissing him. I can just barely taste the sweetness he spoke of, and I love how much he loved it.
57
BEAU
THREE MONTHS LATER
Ariel screeches in my arms, completely and utterly pissed at me. I shush her, rocking her in my arms, knowing exactly why she’s mad. I don’t have boobs, and I’m not Mom.
Marley is back at work for her first shoot today, just a quick mini boudoir shoot for Megan. She’s not fully back to work by any means, only planning to do one shoot a week. Until the twins are a bit older, she’s working very part time. I wish I could be home with her every day, but I unfortunately need to work. Luckily, my mom, or Marley’s mom, or one of her girlfriends are here to help her if she needs. Though, she’s got a pretty good routine, and doesn’t need help everyday. She’s such a badass.
Marley took Arlo with her to the studio, mainly because he’s the chill one. Ariel has been dealing with a lot of colic and tummy issues, pretty much since day one. She’s a trouble-maker, but we love her all the same. She’s the spitting image of her mother, and has a lot of her spunk. When she’s happy, and gives us one of her smiles, it makes me feel like I climbed a mountain. It’s a huge accomplishment.
I’m meeting Marley and Arlo at the studio in about an hour, and we are going to do a quick photo session. What Marley doesn’t know is that I also have something else up my sleeve.
Ariel finally settles an hour later, with a few extra ounces of milk in her, and enough bouncing to make her turn into a milkshake, and we are heading out the door. I get her carseat locked into place, and make my way into town.
I’m dressed casually, but still nice, and in an outfit Marley picked out for me. When I make my way into the studio, I can hear the familiar sounds of Marley singing to Arlo. He loves when she sings him nursery rhymes, or more often than not, she’ll sing Taylor Swift songs, or showtunes.
Arlo is cooing happily, staring up at her in delight. She’s stunning. Her hair is curled in long, loose waves that fall past her shoulders. Her lips are painted a stunning maroon, accenting her soft silver nose ring, changed from the usual golf hoop, and she’s wearing a soft white cotton dress that is cut in a deep v, giving me the perfect view of her beautiful breasts.
If I thought I loved her tits before she started breastfeeding, I was sorely mistaken. They’re insane. Not only because they feed and provide for our twins, but because they make an incredible pillow. She’s gotten a few more clogged ducts, and I’ve happily helped her with them, but that’s not the only time I get a little taste of her milk.
We have only started having sex again recently with the blessing from Dr. Ness at her six week appointment, but also waited until Marley was comfortable. I didn’t press the subject, not wanting to pressure her, and wanting her to want it.
One day, she literally just jumped on me after we put the twins to bed. She started leaking in the middle of her orgasm, and I was more than happy to help clean her up.
Marley spots me as I carry Ariel’s car seat over to her. “Hey, how was she?” she asks, cooing at our daughter.
