Page 59 of Beautifully Shattered
Slowly, I graze my fingers back up her ribs, tracing the curve beneath each tit, pressing my thumbs to the soft swollen flesh, testing my Angel to see if she’ll pull away, or ask me to stop.
But she doesn’t, so I take the risk, and gently cup them.
A sharp hiss falls from her lips, and I freeze, but don’t remove my hands.
“Does that hurt?” I ask, and she nods, but then shakes her head.
“I don’t know.”
I can’t help but grin to myself. I fucking love how honest she is with me, even when she doesn’t want to be. It’s one of the things I’ve noticed about Abbey.
For the most part, she doesn’t lie.
She holds back, yeah. Keeps pieces to herself. But if you ask for the truth, she gives it.
Which is why her actions tonight shook the hell out of me.
She said she was going to use the bathroom, but instead, snuck into the dungeon and beat Wendy nearly to death.
I keep turning it over in my head and can’t help but think she planned it.
It’s definitely something we’ll be talking about. But not now. Not tonight.
Tonight, I need to remind her that she’s loved, because when the guilt hits… when it really sets in, my love is all she’s gonna have to grasp onto.
With each of her swollen tits in my hands, I lift them slightly, surprised by how heavy they are. We both watch as more white milk beads at the slit of her nipple, mixing with the water as it flows down her body.
“Angel,” I whisper. “Can I do it for you?”
I expect her to stiffen. Maybe call me a pervert. But instead, my wife surprises me.
“Only if it’s something you want to do.”
Fuuuck. Doesn’t she feel my rock hard cock grinding into her back?
Yeah, I fucking want it.
“Of course I do. I’d do anything to make you feel better.”
She nods against my lips as I nip at her neck, and fuck, my kiss has her arching, pushing her chest forward with need.
She’s turned on too.
Fuck, is this a kink? Swollen, engorged, milk-leaking tits?
If it’s not, then it fucking is now. And later, I’m abso-fucking-lutely looking that shit up online.
But for now, my Angel has given me the green light, and I’m not about to fuck it up.
“How do I…” I trail off, realising I’ve got no fucking clue what I’m doing.
I’ve never done this before. Never even thought about it before tonight.
How the fuck do you express milk from a woman’s tits?
Taking the lead, Abbey places her hand over mine to guide me. Even with the size difference of our hands, it still works, and her fingers settle over mine, putting them in place. My thumb on one side and fingers on the other.
Then slowly, she shows me.
