(From Blue's Perspective)
He broke free from the kiss and started kissing my breasts. He ran his finger over my hardened nipple while his mouth captured the other one. I had completely forgotten one fact.
I had started lactating.
He knew it. Did he forget it too?
When he got up and licked the remaining milk on his lips, I felt too self-conscious.
"It doesn't taste bad," he said.
"Not for you," I said, slapping him on the shoulder. He winched a bit. I immediately regretted it. "Oh, I'm sorry. Does it hurt so…?"
"No, it doesn't," he said and kissed me again.
His hand traced my inner thigh, between my legs. My hips rose the moment his warm fingers touched the sensitive part between my legs.
"Ah…"
