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Mind Fuck / Nipple Play

ESME AND CARLISLE

Esme is breastfeeding - and her son isn't the only one who appreciates it.

Carlisle watched as his wife breastfed their son. It was a magnificent sight to behold - one of the most natural things in the world.

And it turned him on something awful because he knew when he was finished it was his turn.

Esme smiled down at her son and then at Carlisle, beckoning wither hand for him to come over. He did so gladly.

He knelt at her feet as if she were some kind of diety and watched as his son drank.

When he pulled away and turned his face, Carlisle took the small infant from his wife and placed him upright against his shoulder, gently patting his back.

It only took a few minutes to burp him and when that was done Carlisle stood and headed to the nursery, giving Esme a pointed look as he went. She just smiled and sat back against the cushions, breasts heavy in anticipation.

Carlisle lay his son down, careful to make sure he was safe before he gave him a kiss to his head and a stroke to his cheek. It was still sometimes hard to believe he was a father.

Making his way back to the living room he eagerly knelt at his wife's feet once more, waiting for the delicious offering only she could give.

Esme leaned forward, her breasts so close, and stroked his face.

"Are you thirsty?" she whispered.

"Parched." It came out like a whimper. His cock strained against his jeans and his mouth went dry.

Esme's finger circled her nipple and he whimpered when a droplet of milk leaked out. She quickly swiped at it with said finger before offering it to him.

Carlisle sucked it into his mouth and closed his eyes, savouring the small sweet droplet that was gone far too soon.

When he opened his eyes she withdrew her finger and pulled his head close, brushing his lips against her nipple.

More milk leaned onto his lips and he opened his mouth wide, sucking the peak into his mouth and greedily lapping at the sweet liquid that leaked out onto his tongue.

Esme moaned delicately above him and pushed her breast further into his mouth.

Carlisle continued to suck and lap and even bite, desperate for whatever she could give him.

Esme leaned further and further into him until she was on the edge of the couch, desperately pulling him into her.

When Carlisle had his fill he pulled away, lust fogging his brain.

Esme smiled and sat back on the sofa, fingers circling her engorged globes as she parted her legs in invitation.

Carlisle stood and quickly pulled his shirt over his head and then shucked his slacks and boxers down his legs, kicking them and his shoes off together.

Esme ran her hands down her body and hitched her skirt up. She seductively slid her underwear down her legs and crooked a finger at Carlisle.

He waisted no time in climbing on top of her and plunging his aching cock into her sopping folds.

They both moaned out with the first thrust and shared a smile.

Carlisle's son may be breastfeeding, but he wasn't the only one who benefited.