The passion in his eyes was great, and Andy couldn't wait to get Danae upstairs and in bed. She took his hand, and they walked together to the house. He opened the door for her, and she walked ahead of him.
"We're home, Leslie," he announced. Andy already had his wallet, ready to pay her.
Light, delicate footsteps made their way down the stairs. "Oh, hi Mr. Murphy!" she greeted Andy. "And Mrs. Murphy. You're home early."
"Neither of us felt like shopping after all," said Danae. "I have had a long day, and we're tired." She looked around the room, and all was well. The table was clean, the dishwasher was running and the little ones were nowhere to be found. "How were the kids?"
"Oh, they were wonderful! Elyse is such a good girl. But she kept calling me Mama." Leslie looked a bit embarrassed.
"She really only knows Mama and Dada for people. She calls every woman, Mama. Don't think anything of it." Andy opened his wallet and paid the young girl double what they had agreed upon, and she tried to refuse.
"No, Mr. Murphy. I can't take that much."
"Please, take it," Andy insisted. "It's the holidays. Consider the extra a gift."
"Thank you, Mr. Murphy. The children are asleep. Eamon ate about 10 minutes ago and finished his bottle. He didn't want to take it at first."
Danae nodded. "He normally nurses, so the bottle is a little foreign to him. But you did great. Thank you again, Leslie. Happy holidays to you." Danae hugged her and dismissed her to go home. As she stood in the front doorway and watched Leslie walk to her car, she rubbed her breasts through her sweater. "It's a shame he just ate. I'm full."
Andy swept her off her feet and kissed her, and she giggled madly. "What are you doing?" she laughed.
"Part two, my love." With no further hesitation, he scaled the stairs easily with her in his arms, carried her to their bedroom at the top of the stairs, and placed her on the bed—Andy wasted no time. His lips kissed every inch of exposed skin. His fingers feverishly unbuttoned her blue jeans and worked the zipper, and they came off with a few strong tugs. Andy discovered that her tease about not wearing panties was true. "Oh Danae," he said, panting and almost hard again. "You're killing me."
She removed her sweater and threw it on the chair next to her side of the bed. Andy unbuttoned her shirt and unfastened the hooks of her nursing bra. "Oh honey, you look very, very full." Her breasts were engorged with milk, and she looked so sexy to him. "You look like you need some... relief." After he removed his own clothes, he laid her down and crawled on top of her, his right knee between her legs. She squirmed in anticipation of what he might do, and he let his hair caress her as he kissed her body. Gently, he sucked on her and extracted some of the sweet, decadent treat that he adored and desired from her. The feel of her nipple in his mouth, the taste of her excited him, and his cock throbbed with every draw. "Oh my gosh, Danae, your milk is so sweet, so smooth, and creamy. How could you not love that?"
"Oh, I love it alright," she panted, her back arched, her body begged him to touch her, to taste her. "Please Andy, don't stop."
He moved to the other breast and kissed it, lapped at it gently. Andy cherished the sensation, the silky feel of her milk in his mouth, the sweet flavor. She writhed under his touch, his kisses, the gentle pressure on her nipples as he suckled them into ecstasy. Her sexy whimpers made him hot, but he would bring her to orgasm before he took more pleasure for himself. He sucked on the skin on her belly, kissing everywhere, licking and tasting her skin, planting sweet, wet kisses on her. Finally, reaching his prize, he nestled down between her legs and stroked her lips gently. "You smell amazing," he whispered, almost so softly that she didn't hear him speak. Nearing her body with his face, he dipped his tongue inside her, licking her arousal and tasting her sweet honey. Slowly, he licked the length of her slit and found her clit at the top.
"Oh, Andy, yesss," she moaned. "I'm so hot for you." He took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it gently. The sensation was mind-blowing—the same one she felt on her breast when he drew her milk from it. "Oh my gosh," she panted. "That is incredible!" He loosened the suction on her, licking and flicking her into a near orgasmic frenzy.
"No, I don't want this to end so fast," Andy said and backed away from her. He turned his attention to her thighs, kissing and licking the delicate skin. His hot breath, his short stubble, felt delightful. He noticed a trickle of nectar drip from her, and he gently lapped at it.
"Andy, please, don't stop. I need to cum so badly."
"Why rush?" He growled, taking his sweet time, licking and kissing her.
"Please, babe" she begged, the agonizing pleasure almost tormenting her.
"Oh baby, my wish is your pleasure," he purred, running his tongue up the length of her slit, stopping at her clit. Gently, but powerfully he sucked on her, and inserted two fingers into her, massaging her g-spot. Her moans were so sensual, so passionate, he wasn't sure he could hold himself back, but oh, how he wanted her.
"Oh yes," she panted, starting to unravel, and when he finally pushed her over the edge, she grabbed handfuls of sheets on the bed, stifling a scream she feared would wake the kids, crying out for him, calling his name. The release was so sweet and hot, she cried.
"Are you okay, my sweet?" He asked, concerned about her tears. His kisses soothed her, as her breathing normalized.
"Oh yes, babe. Better than okay."
"Then you won't mind this," he purred. He traced her lips with his thumb and kissed her. Softly, tenderly, he ran his fingers down her body, caressing her breasts, tracing the muscles in her belly and stopping to run his fingers through her hair. Using two fingers, he gently, deliberately traced circles around her clit, his wetness made sloppy, wet noises as he masturbated her. Her soft moans and whimpers told him he was on the right track, and she squirmed under his fingers.
"Do you like that, baby?" he asked her, watching her face. This was a treat for him. He seldom got to watch her face so intimately while pleasuring her.
"Ohh yes," Danae panted.
"I want to edge you," he said.
"What is that?" she asked, moaning.
