Chapter 13

I pulled into the drive of our duplex. “Pop the trunk,” she said and I pressed a button to release the latch. Andrea removed a small bag.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Oh, something I picked up earlier.”

Holding hands we went inside. I closed and latched the door and helped Andrea out of her winter coat. We embraced and kissed. “God, how I love you,” she said and we kissed again.

She started to lead me upstairs. “Hold on. The evening is young and I have one more surprise.” I removed the bottle of Champagne from the fridge and retrieved a pair of wine glasses from a cabinet, popped the cork and filled them. “Let’s sit on the sectional.”

Andrea sat on my lap and sipped from her glass. “Mmm ... I love Champagne. That prosecco was lovely and very food friendly. But I love this.” She drained her glass halfway, set it on the coffee table and held my face for a deep and lingering kiss.

Smoothing my hand along her thigh and under her gown my fingers ran across the elastic tops of her stockings. “You have the prettiest legs,” I said. “I love this color on you. You do realize you were getting looks in the restaurant.”

“I thought I was,” she replied. “I don’t understand why it doesn’t bother you, having other men checking me out.”

“I think it has something to do with that ring on your finger.” We kissed again and I began caressing her breasts through the light blue satin of her gown with the backs of my fingers.

“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” she asked.

“What’s wrong with a little appetizer ... a preview ... movie trailer?” Her nipples firmed and began to protrude, making delightful bumps in the smooth satin. I traced the outline of the V-shaped neckline, slipped my finger under the satin and stroked her breast skin-on-skin.

Andrea sipped more from her glass of Champagne. “What you’re doing is starting to feel really nice,” she said.

“Am I putting you in the mood?” I asked.

“Dinner — everything you’ve done this evening has put me in the mood,” Casey. “I’m feeling the Champagne. That feels nice, too.”

“Prosecco buzz worn off?” I asked as I topped up our glasses with what remained of the Champagne.

“To a degree. I’m glad I won’t need to drive anywhere tonight.”

She drained her glass and set it down. Andrea untied my tie and slipped it out of my collar. She unbuttoned my shirt and slipped her hand under the fabric.

We started kissing deep and passionate kisses, playing tongue games and teasing each other’s lips.

I drained my glass. “Time to go upstairs?” I asked.

“Carry me.”

Andrea picked up the bag she brought from the car. Slipping an arm under her knees and holding her around her shoulders I picked her up. She held me around my shoulders and I carried her up the stairs. I set her on her feet.

“If you’ll excuse me — I need to get ready.”

“You’re not pumping, are you?”

She shook her head. “I can’t — I’m out of bottles.”

“I sent six along with Annette. I hope none were too stale.”

“They weren’t.” She kissed my cheek and headed into the bathroom.

I took a pair of scented candles, set them on the nightstands and lit them. Then I stripped to my briefs, turned off the lights, turned down the covers and waited for her.

She stepped out of the bathroom in her robe and carrying the clothes she had worn. “I was planning on undressing you,” I said. “I think you’re so sexy in that gown.”

She removed her robe. “Maybe you’d enjoy undressing me in this.”

Andrea stood before me wearing a short, sheer black bed jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. Underneath she wore matching bra and G-string, and sheer black, elastic-top stockings. “You like?”

“Is that what you picked up today?”

“Uh-huh. It’s my contribution to tonight’s surprises.” She turned around to model the outfit. Her G-string tied at the sides and displayed her gorgeous ass beautifully, and her stockings had black seams running down the backs of her legs. “Do you like it?”

“It looks sensational.” I swung my legs to the floor, stood and embraced her. “You are so beautiful,” I said and we kissed. I scooped her off her feet, carried her to the bed and sat on the mattress with her on my lap. “Where did you find this little number?” I asked as I caressed her legs.

“There’s an adult gift shop that I go past on my way to Dr Lang’s office,” she replied. “Once she gave me the green light I decided to make a side trip there. Everything you planned, Casey ... You had to have been working on this for days. What if she hadn’t given us the okay?”

I kissed her lips. “I couldn’t imagine her not giving us the okay. I’ve watched you heal. Your pussy looks perfectly pre-pregnancy to me — except for your bush growing in. Maybe I’m not a doctor, but I know you.”

“I feel perfectly pre-pregnant,” she replied and cupped her hands under her breasts. “Except for these, and I love how they feel. I feel more feminine and sexier than before I got pregnant.”

I coaxed her off my lap, stood and again scooped her off her feet, this time setting her on the mattress. Lying beside her I stroked her cheeks with the backs of my finger. “What are you in the mood for tonight?” I asked.

“I am in the mood to have you make love to me,” she replied.

“And, I am in the mood to make love to you. I am going to savor tonight — the way I savor a perfectly cooked medium rare prime rib.”

I began by caressing her legs from her ankles to her thighs. With my hands under her sheer jacket I caressed her body from her hips upward. When I reached her breasts I began gently stroking her nipples. They responded eagerly by firming and becoming stiff and tall. Andrea made contented murmurs as I pinched them and rolled them through the fabric of her sheer bra.

She untied the single satin ribbon holding her jacket closed and spread it open. With my finger I eased the fabric — her bra was quite insubstantial — away from her nipples and continued stroking them. Leaning in I kissed her right one and drew it into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue and gently sucking it, making it even firmer and taller.

I repeated this on her left breast. “Feels really good, Casey,” she purred.

“You have the prettiest and sexiest breasts,” I said.

“I think you like me being your C-cupped babe.”

“I like you being my babe,” I replied. “I wouldn’t care if you were double-A-cupped. I read that the smaller a woman’s breasts are, the more sensitive they are to touch and the more they enjoy it.”

“Mine enjoy it so much I can’t imagine enjoying it more.” Andrea sat up and slipped out of the jacket.

“That didn’t last long,” I remarked.

“Do you want me to put it back on?”

“No. Black is your color, Andie. It really sets off your porcelain skin and light hair.”

She lay on her back and lifted her arms. By now Andrea knew what I liked as well as I knew her preferences, and she knew I liked to play with her underarm hair. I made full-length strokes from her hips to her elbows with my thumbs exploring the muscles in her smooth but flat abdomen, her ribs, and running across her very hard nipples. I stroked and tugged on her armpit tufts and caressed her slender arms.

“Mmm...” she said. “I love these little interludes when you take time out to love my whole body.”

I kissed her lips. “I love all of you — inside and out.” I made another full-body caress, again stroking her belly and breasts on my way up and back down.

Returning my attention to her breasts I resumed pinching her nipples. It was obvious her bra was not built for support but for decoration. Instead of a backstrap it had an elastic cord that closed with a simple hook and loop. The insubstantial cups were attached to the cord so they could slide on it. I pushed the fabric fully to the sides to expose all of both her lovely breasts.

Again I pinched and rolled her nipples. Andrea closed her eyes, lifted her face and an ecstatic half-smile formed on her lips. She resumed her contented murmuring. “Feels so good ... this is making my clit so hard ... Can you do more?” I rolled them between my thumbs and middle fingers, using my index fingers to massage their tips. “Oh, God, this feels good,” she purred. “Deeper...”

I squeezed her areola and a needle-thin, white jet from her nipple squirted me in the face. “Your milk is let down already?” I asked as I used a facial tissue to blot it from my cheek.

“Uh-huh,” she said.

“When did that happen?”

“When I was sitting on your lap and contemplating what were about to do. I was getting horny and I felt my milk let down.”

“Is it time to nurse?” I asked.

“Maybe after another whole-body interlude. When my milk lets down my breasts feel engorged and full. I wanted to explore those sensations during foreplay since it hasn’t happened before.” She unhooked her bra and slipped out of it.

I began running my hands up and down her body. “How are those sensations?”

“Oh, wonderful ... sexy ... very arousing.” I continued my full-body caresses.

“You like feeling your milk let down?” I asked.

“Being a nursing mom has shown me a facet of my femininity that I hadn’t expected. Like everything, context is key. The let-down sensation can be nurturing, bonding or sexual. It was an unfamiliar sensation to me at first, but I’ve grown to love how it feels.” She touched my cheek. “Casey ... nurse.”

Andrea rolled onto her right side and positioned a pillow so I could approach her right breast. She lifted her left leg and I put my knee between her thighs and pressed it against her mons.

She cradled my head in her hands and pressed my face against her breast. I drew her nipple and areola into my mouth and began nursing. “Mmm...” she said. “Feels good, Casey.”

Her milk was flowing freely, no doubt because Annette wasn’t here for her bedtime meal and she was unable to pump without bottles. When we nursed during foreplay I used a different action — I used my tongue to stimulate her nipple as well as using it to express her milk.

Her response told me my suckling — sorry, nursing — was powerfully arousing to her. I could feel her heart throbbing. Normally this wasn’t as pronounced on her right side but tonight the beats were coming through her flesh strongly.

Andrea’s breathing became heavy panting and she rocked her mons against my knee. Mouthfuls of sweet fluid continued to flow from her nipple and I imagined the structures deep in her breast continuing to pump it into the ducts under her areola.

The flow began to diminish and eventually came to a stop. I ceased my tonguing and she released her grasp on my head. I kissed her breast while she adjusted the pillow so I could comfortably approach her left side. I kissed and tongued her nipple and drew it into my mouth.

Andrea made a happy moan as I resumed nursing. Her milk flowed as freely and she continued pressing and rocking her mons against my knee. Her panting became vocal and I felt her ribs and muscles moving beneath her breast with her heavy breathing. The pounding beats of her heart came through more vividly than on her right side.

I put my arm around her and caressed her back as I nursed. “That feels really nice,” she exclaimed. “It all feels wonderful, Casey ... wonderful.”

By the time her flow started to dwindle her heart was racing like it did when she was on the verge of an orgasm. With my left hand I began fondling her right nipple while I continued massaging her left with my tongue. Her panting became choppy — almost sobbing.

She let go of my head and I held a small amount of her milk in my mouth. She rolled onto her back, her breasts and belly heaving as she panted, gradually regaining her breath. Andrea reached for me and pressed her lips to mine. I parted mine and she parted hers, and then I let the milk flow from my mouth to hers.

Her eyes popped. She smiled, drew my face once again to hers and covered mine with kisses.

“Did you come?” I asked.

“I don’t know. The sensations in my womb and clit were so intense. I might have.”

“Are you ready for some action down below?”

“My clit is super-sensitized, so maybe I did have an orgasm.”

“Maybe you need to rest for a little while and come down a bit. How about if I do this?” I ran my hand up her slender legs, savoring the shapes of the muscles in her calves and the cherub faces on her cute knees. Then, I began caressing her inner thigh, running my hand across the elastic cuffs of her stocking, up her smooth skin, across her pussy, still covered with her G-string and down the other leg. I repeated the caress in the other direction.

“Mmm ... I like that.”

I kissed her cheeks, her forehead and each of her sandy colored eyebrows. I began soothingly caressing her mons and pussy through her G-string, and I touched my forehead to hers and gazed into her light blue eyes. “Having a good time?” I asked softly.

“Mmm ... I think you know I am. I’m having the best time.” She caressed my cheeks. “Casey — I’m sorry I snapped at you when you first told me about your mom taking Annette overnight. You’re right — she is fully qualified to watch her. And you’re right — this is something we needed and deserved. It was my mama bear instinct breaking through.”

“I forgive you. Mama bear can have the night off and return to her den. Are you down off the ledge?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes. You were right — I needed a time-out.”

“Are you ready for some action down here?”

“Mmm. I think I am.”

“Which would you prefer? Fingers or tongue?”

“Oh, tongue. I’ve been craving you doing oral on me. I’m ready for you, Casey. Make me come.”

I untied the ties holding together the waist cord of her G-string and eased the garment from under her. Now she wore only her stockings. “You made this pretty damp,” I remarked.

“Oh, yeah? Look who’s talking.”

She was right — the proceedings up to now had made me so stiff and pre-cum was bubbling out of me, soaking my briefs. I lay on my stomach and started loving her pussy. Her pubic hair was growing back and was no longer stubbly, but still quite short. I spread her lips and licked the length of her slit from bottom to top, working the tip of my tongue into her vagina. Her clit was harder than I had ever felt it, and it was pink and engorged. Even after her cool-down, I figured it would take her no time to reach orgasm. I also figured her breasts could use a rest from stimulation, so I reached for her hands and held them, locking fingers with hers.

I started dancing my tongue over her hard clit. Almost immediately I could sense her arousal ramping up — I could see it in her face and in her breathing. Within a minute — ninety seconds, max — she was on her roller coaster ride, alternating moaning and panting, her legs and belly quaking as each orgasmic wave peaked and washed over her. I lost count of the number of times I felt her muscles pulsing against my chin. I kept up my tonguing until she cried out for me to stop.

I cradled her in my arms. Her face was red, her skin damp and she panted to regain her breath. Andrea drew my face to hers and I kissed her lips, dry from mouth breathing. “I needed that,” she panted. “I didn’t know how much I needed it.”

“Ready for the final act?” I asked.

She answered by pushing me onto my back and covering my face with kisses. Andrea went up and down my body, kissing, licking and caressing me. She grasped the waist band of my briefs and slid them down. Then she lay atop me.

I grasped my shaft at its base and thought the question that every dad must have on his mind the first time he has relations with his woman after she bears their child — what will she feel like inside?

I used my glans to probe her pussy, to part her inner lips and to ease into her vagina. To my delight, she felt the same — warm and tight. She slowly eased onto me and I felt my glans parting her tissues and them enveloping my shaft — warm, wet and tight.