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It’s subtle, but they are fuller.And sore.
When she finally winces, I smile.“Keeping something from me?”
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks pinken.“Oh, fuck.”
I chuckle as I pinch her little nipple hard.
She doesn’t bat my hand away.She knows better than to try.I’m actually impressed by her ability to keep her arms where I instructed her to put them.She does arch, though.
I continue to watch her as I circle her tiny bud, loving how it grows harder from my touch.Finally, I tap and flick the tip.“These are going to look amazing, stretched out, long and thick.”
She whimpers.“Tiago…”
I lean over and kiss her.“I’ll start suckling them regularly soon.”
Another whimper.Another kiss.
“I’m so fucking happy, baby.”
She licks her lips and stares at me.“I’m scared out of my mind.”
I smile.“I know, but are you happy?”
“Happier than I ever thought possible.”
“We’re on this ride together, baby.You will never be alone.I will be the most involved husband in the world.You won’t be able to so much as flinch without me making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”
I pinch her nipple again and kiss her before sitting back and picking up my sketchpad.
“Will you sketch one of the other kind?”she asks softly, looking at me with so much love and lust.
I furrow my brow.“Theother kind?”
“Yeah.The future kind.Draw me huge with your child, my breasts dripping with milk, my nipples so hard they ache.Draw me how I will look when I’m desperate to be milked.”
My heart is overflowing.“Yeah, baby.I’ll draw that, too.I’ll draw you in every stage of your pregnancy and every stage of our lives…”