I sat in the nursery, breast-feeding Kimiko. It was late and I was getting ready to put her to bed. She suckled hungrily, grunting in pleasure as her belly was filled. Her tiny hands kneaded my breast as she fed, encouraging more milk to flow into his greedy mouth. Akisame walked up beside me and watched as his daughter nursed. He trailed one finger down her cheek which she reached out and grabbed, giving him a look that said; 'Do you mind, Daddy?' He chuckled and let her hold his finger. When she was done with her feeding, he took her and burped her, patting her back until she gave forth a loud belch. He tenderly wiped away any spittle from her lip and kissed her on the mouth. She smiled and reached out, touching his face.
"My girl," he cooed. He gave her one last kiss, then laid her in her crib on turned on her mobile. I came up beside him and tucked her in, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before slipping her pacifier between them. She gave us a sleepy smile and settled down to sleep. Akisame and I watched her for a moment before he turned to me with a strange smile. I was startled to find that his eyes were dark with desire. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room, making sure that the baby monitor was turned on before closing the door.
He drug me to our room, closing the door and pushing me down on the bed.
"It's been three months," he said.
"I know," I replied, confused. He sat down, lifting me into his lap and taking my mouth in a passionate kiss. His hand came up behind me and kneaded me bottom, massage the swell of flesh. I whimpered and pulled away, gasping for air.
"I love watching you nurse her," he growled. His hands came up and he jerked down the straps of my night gown, exposing my breast. He cupped them his in hands, massaging them gently and watching in fascination as droplets of milk leaked out. He bent down and took one tender nipple in his mouth and sucked, moaning. I gasped and gripped his shoulders tightly.
"Do-don't drink i-it all," I gasped. "Ki-kimiko will n-nnn-need to fe-feed later!"
"She's got a bottle in the fridge," he growled around my nipple. He pulled away and lapped at my nipple, catching any milk that dribbled out. He reclined back, pulling me on top of him and hooking his fingers around my panties. He jerked them down my legs, tearing them off my thighs. He slapped my ass, smiling when I yelped. He rubbed the spot he had smacked, then moved his hand between my legs, sliding his finger along my slit. I jerked my hips and made a small noise.
He stopped and looked up at me.
"Are you still in pain?" he asked. "I thought you said you were fine."
"I'm a little tender," I admitted. "It still hurts where I tore."
"Oh, love," he cooed, cupping my face and kissing me.
"Just…be gentle," I said. "Very gentle." He nodded and reached up, kissing my neck. He rolled me onto my back and sat back on his knees.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"I'm fat," I said. He smirked and lifted my gown, kissing my stomach which was still a little round.
"I love your body," he said. "I love your stomach, your breast, your butt, your legs. I even love you stretch marks." He traced his finger over the few stretch marks I had on my hips. I had been religious with the coco butter while I was pregnant so I didn't have very many, but the few I did have, I hated. Akisame kissed those marks, his tongue coming out the trace them.
"You're still a goddess to me," he said, "and I adore you."
He ducked his head between my legs and gave a long lick to my slit, before parting my labia and tasting me. He sucked on my clit, his fingers slipping in my hole and gently probing me. I whimpered and writhed against him. He moved his mouth over my hips, up my stomach to my breast where he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked, groaning when milk came out. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. Akisame twisted his fingers inside me, pressing harshly against the spot that made my back arch. His thumb moved up to rub my clit, making my jerk and cry out as my climax washed through me. He continued to pump his fingers, gently kissing my chest and shoulders until the tremors subsided.
I sighed and took his face in my hands, pulling his lips to mine and giving him a slow, languid kiss, tasting the sweetness of my milk on his tongue. He returned it, his hand trailing up my legs and gripping under my knee, lifting it to spread me open. He entered me, my climax supplying plenty of lubricant for the action. He caressed my sides, gently rolling his hips and kissing me.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No," I said. "You can go faster." He jerked his hips, sliding into me and making me moan.
"Yes," I hissed. "Like that. My love, just like…uhnnnnn…"
He thrust in again, pulling out and pushing forward. Over and over again he slid back inside me. I planted my feet on the bed behind him and used the muscles of my legs to meet his thrusts. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up so I was impaled on him. He nuzzled my leaking breast, cupping one in his hand while he placed gentle kisses on the other. I smiled and carded my fingers through his hair.
"I didn't know you were such a breast man," I teased. He licked my nipple, his eyes meeting mine.
"You have no idea," he growled, latching on and sucking harshly. He bounced me up on his lap, spearing me on his rigid organ. I gasped, clawing at his back. I had missed being intimate with my lover, the feel of his hard flesh invading me, the taste of his lips, the smell of his sweat, his tongue mapping out my body, his hands playing me like an instrument.
"I don-don't want t-to get pre-pregnant," I whimpered, pulling at his hair.
"You won't," he snarled, pulling my hips down. "Gods, yes, I missed you."
My hole clenched around his hard, unyielding flesh, his public hair tickling my skin each time he reseated himself. His lips sealed around my nipple, sucking and swallowing mouthfuls of milk, then pulling away to watch it drip down my breast, only to lick it up and seal his mouth back over my nipple.
"I'm…I'm…" I cried.
"Yes," Akisame hissed, pulling away from my breast, milk trailing down his chin. "Cum for me." I dug my nails into his back, forcing his face into my breast. He found a nipple and sucked on it, still pumping his hips into me. My channel rippled, making my vision go white. He snarled like a wild animal as he exploded inside me, pumping me full of his seed. He rolled his hips, drawing out our orgasms while he continued to gently suck at my breast. His hands stroked my skin tenderly, soothing away the last of the tremors. I sighed and carded my fingers through his hair. He pulled back, kissing my breast.
"Is there any left for you daughter?" I asked.
"She has a bottle," he said, kissing my collar bone.
"You cam in me," I whimpered.
"You won't get pregnant," he assured me.
"How do you know that?" I questioned.
"Kensei gave me something to make me…well…impotent," he explained.
"Not permanently, I hope," I said. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Of course not," he said.