Lactation Delight

Her skin is the color of cafe con leche and she stands a head taller than me. Her eyes a stormy sea of varying shades of emerald green. The first time I saw her I swear my feet almost followed her home like a love sick puppy, all on their own. I have never felt such a magnetic pull towards a woman before. Lo and behold she ended up in my bellydance class and pregnant. Coincidence, I think not. Fate. As a doula, I took care of her pregnancy and immediate postpartum.

Now I am here, at her house for a third visit to help with breastfeeding. I happily helped her with positions as she adjusted herself and learned how to get comfortable for before latching her baby and what a proper latch looked and felt like for the first two visits. I taught her how to see if her baby was properly latched. She now wants help with stress relief and to understand the connection between the let down milk reflex and relaxation.

"Can I make you a cup of tea, Reina" she asks me as she hugs me for a long time. I deeply enjoy this intimacy, this feeling of knowing I am in the right place at the right time, helping her to the best of my ability. My womb fills with heat and healthy pride. This is soul work.

"You just sit down here and rest, Milagro. Put your feet up. I will make us some tea. I brought over a special galactagogue and nervine tea I made for you special, lovely." I encouraged her to sit down and put a pillow between her back and the chair. I brought a stool over and gently put her feet upon it.

"You are so sweet. Thank you, Reina. I really appreciate your help and expertise. That shade of pink looks really good on you."

"Thanks, gorgeous." I say as I find the kettle and fill it with water. I do so enjoy the ritual of making tea and deliberately slow down my movements. I put the water on to boil and pull out my bag of herbs. Into a tea infuser I put the galactagogue mix and into another I put the nervine tea. The kettle whistles and I put both tea infusers into it then turn off the heat.

"Warm water is a wonderful way to help release oxytocin. It's good stress relief, and it can elevate your mood, too. Massage is lovely. There are some lovely acupressure points that are beneficial too. The combination is extra powerful. How about I draw you a bath and teach you how to massage your breasts while our tea is steeping?"

"I would really enjoy that, yes. Thank you," she said, smiling at me, her eyes lingering upon my own breasts with a lambent spark of pleasure.

Carefully, I pulled out the biggest stockpot I could find brought some water to boil and measured out my sitz bath blend of Rose, Calendula, Yarrow, Chamomile, Uva ursi, Plantain leaves, sage and rosemary and put it into the water. As the water was coming to a boil, I walked slowly, letting my hips sway extra towards my sexy client.

"Let me your hand. See that spot right between the thumb and index finger, that fleshy part?" I said and took her hand in mine and began massaging.

"Yes. Oo. That's tender. You'll know you have hit it because, yes, it can be sensitive," I let my gaze drink her in, all those sexy curves. She batts her eye lashes and touches her lips as she relaxes. I notice she let out little low moans as I continue to massage.

"Then there is this spot right between the neck and shoulder. The middle there, yes. This actually helps oxytocin release naturally in the body," I massage her there and hear her sigh, happily.

"Good sounds. See if you can make it even sexier and lower. It helps," I let my fingers caress her bare shoulders now. Her soft silken skin feels soo right and delicious under my fingers.

"Like this? Mmmm," she said as her voice dropped a pitch lower. I realize the water is at a rolling boil, and I quickly turn it off. I let my fingers caress her temples, forehead, jaw delicately with a barely there touch. She shivers and moves closer as she looks at me intently. I caress her wrists now and trail my fingers up her arms to her shoulders, drawing circles and serpentine patterns across her silken skin.

"Yes, just like that. Good," I let my finger drift across her lips now, and suddenly, I feel wetness on my fingers. I blink in gentle surprise as she sucks and nibbles my fingers. I kiss her temples and neck, slowly. She takes her fingers out of my mouth and kisses me full on the lips, biting my lower lip. I feel her run her tongue seductively and slowly across my upper lip.

My body responds to her tongue, giving, receiving her flame. I find myself letting out my own low sexy sounds. Her hands tug me to the bathtub. I grab the sitz bath liquid and pour it into the bathtub. As a last touch, I float dry rose buds onto the water. I see some candles on each corner of the bathtub and some matches. I light the tea candles and watch as her body is somehow made even more erotic by the natural glow.

"Ooo. It's so beautiful, Reina," says Milagro as she lowers herself into the warm water. I grab a wash cloth and plunge it into the water. She unbuttons her shirt and tosses it to the floor. I notice she wore no breastfeeding bra as her full breasts hang freely, swaying naturally. I watch, hungrily, her pants and panties now join her shirt upon the floor. Squish goes the wash cloth as the warm water dribbles down her exposed neck, a river coursing intimately along every mouth-watering feminine curve.

"First, let the warm water really bring gentle heat to your breasts, sexy. Then massage gently but firmly in circles like this. See? How does that feel?" I massage, erotically but firmly, noting how her skin feels. No heat anywhere. No plugged ducts. Sensual skin begging to be touched. I lick her neck, and she shivers under my roaming tongue. I keep massaging as I watch her shoulders relax, and her jaw loosens.

"That feels incredible. Do you make house calls like this particular one often," she whispers in my ear, holding my hands to her breasts in a tender and insistent way.

"This is my first time, ever. You are special, Milagro," I keep massaging and letting the hot water flow over her breasts when I notice her breasts start to drip, drip, drip.

"Look at that sacred milk, dripping. So sexy. So erotic. So delicious," I whisper against her lips. She moans and sweetly begs me to take my clothes off. Apparently, I take too long with my pants because she undoes them with her teeth. I find myself giggling as I observe her with intense delight shining through my eyes. Perhaps she has wanted this as much as I have. My clothes are now happily strewn about her floor. She possesively nips my shoulders. I shudder as I bear witness to her raw need for me.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and let me drink from you?"

"I wanted you to do that since you walked through the door, actually earlier. I just didn't know how to ask or tell you. I have been having erotic dreams about you, too. Mm," she said breathlessly as I lowered myself to her dripping breasts, looking at her intently, leaving a trail of kisses all over her breasts but not touching her nipples, yet.

I let my hands roam freely exploring her whole breasts with a mixture of different kinds of touch, seeing which ones affect her most sensually. I tease her with little bites and run my tongue around her areolas. She arches her back and thrusts her breasts even closer to my face. She makes her turn on known even more as she purrs contentedly, moaning for my ears alone.

"Really? I like knowing. Thank you for being brave and telling me. Such a good girl you are," I let the words good girl fill with desire and sex. These are not merely words. Thry are erotic gifts for the mind, breasts, pussy, throat, and I know her whole body will glow from the high praise. I see as the waves of pleasure and praise radiating from my words spill across her skin, and smell her nectar dripping from her divine yoni.

"Do you want this," I say, flicking her nipples with my tongue. She moans and writhes with a hot need for me as she guides my head to her breasts that drip, drip, freely.

"Yes, please. I want you to drink from me, pretty please, " she smiles breathily, looking at me with raw joy. Her nails rake across my scalp in a way I find sensual, posessive, and comforting all at once. I open my mouth wide and I take in her whole areola and nipples into my mouth. I find myself kneeling, looking up at her. She gasps as I suck in earnest, voraciously, eagerly drinking from her. This is far better than any day time fantasy or erotic dream I have ever had about her. This is real, here and now.

"Oh my goodness. Your milk tastes soo good. Sweet. I cannot get enough," I say as I suck hard the milk that drips freely from her breasts. I knead her breasts in my hands as I suck, knowing that this will bring out more milk. Lap, lap, long suck each time as I take in her milky essence, her nectar of life. I feel the many openings in her nipple spray out milk into my mouth as I suck deeply. I love knowing that I will drink not just from one side but both. She moans and puts her hands in my hair and tugs. I am insatiable and keep drinking until I feel her breast feel physically way less heavy. Milagro feels soo right in my mouth. I wonder with awe how this came to be, my lactating goddess. With the soft glow of the vanilla scented candle she truly is a lactsting goddess in her own right.

"Yes, Reina oh my, that feels, ooo, yesss," she whimpers with delight as I put my full mouth upon the other breast, now. I caress her hips and rake my nails along her thighs. Lick, lick, lick and sucking deeply tasting her milk, with more and more need. She is moaning and moaning, expressing pleasure again and again. My ears catch the sound...drip, drip, drip, her turn on dripping into the water. I simply cannot let the nectar of a goddess go to waste.

Suddenly I put my fingers underneath her sweet pussy and let her nectar drip upon my fingers then I put my fingers into her mouth and she sucks loudly. I love hearing her lap up her turn on. I keep sucking her delicious milk and growing more turned on.

"Ooo Reina, keep sucking me, just like that, yesss, fuckk. I make such yummy milk for you," she moans and she grips my shoulders now, digging her nails in. I tease the other nipple as I continue to suck her milk that flows freely into my hungry mouth. Her hips are rocking forwards and backwards now in tune with my sucking. Lick, lick suck. Her hips thrust forwards and backwards with each sensation. I pinch her breast and she gasps with even deeper pleasure.

"Yes you do. Thank you, mmm. I love the smell of your turn on and I bet your nectar is amazing," I chuckle as I come up for air for a moment and then keep drinking from her delicious breast. I bite the nipple I am sucking and milk sprays from even more spots now. Her hips buck freely now. Lick, lick, suck hard. I caress the other nipple again and again as I lick and suck. I experimentally put two fingers into her yoni as I continue to suck. Her breathing changes as she looks at me intensely.

"I love to see your pleasure written in your eyes. I would have comanded you open them if you hadn't have done it, Milagro," I take such pleasure in knowing I am bringing her such ecstasy. Her yoni gently bumps the lip of the bathtub now in a deep erotic dance as I finger her, in and out go my two fingers. Lap, lap suck goes my tongue.

"Ooo. Mmmmmm," she cries out. I watch her with raw delight. My tongue taking more and more as my fingers work in tandem, bringing even greater sensations of pure erotic bliss.

"YES. Feel your raw dwlight. Let the sensual energy be felt by your whole body. Channrl jt from your breasts and pussy and let it flow outwards. Deep breaths. Good. Even deeper for me now. Feel it," I command, relishing in this erotic soul connection.

"Ohhhh. I am cumming. Cumming. Cummingggg. For you Reina. It's all for you," she writhes, moaning, her eyes upon me and I am watching her closely. Suddenly I put my mouth upon her sacred yoni as she gushes cumming into my mouth, salty and sweet. I happily accept aĺl she has to give me. She pulls me into the tub and kisses me as I taste her sweet allure upon my tongue. Milagro adds more hot water to the tub. I hear her sigh contentedly as she begins to wash me affectionately with the wash cloth. I see a rose bud and hold it to her nose. Smiling she winks at me. When she finishes I carefully scrub her clean. We dry off and I get her the cup of galactogue tea and set it on her bedside table. I grab myself a cup of tea too and set it next to hers. She leads me to the bed and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close in this intimacy, passion, and love.