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Sam

F uck, this woman was perfection. She stood between my legs, baseball jersey loosely buttoned, and it allowed just a glimpse of what was underneath. Sky-high heels accented her shapely, athletic legs.

I unbuttoned the few buttons she had used, and the jersey gaped open.

I slipped my hands under the fabric, resting on her naked hips, pulling her towards me and gently kissing her belly on the faint lines left from her pregnancy.

I stood before her, slipped the jersey off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Her mouth tipped up, and I kissed her with as much restraint as I could muster as my hands roamed her body.

She moaned as I cupped her breasts, rubbing my calloused thumbs across her nipples, finding a bead of milk. Fuck, I wanted to taste all of her.

Her hands went to my belt buckle, which she unbuttoned in seconds, letting my jeans bag around my ankles on the floor.

She broke our kiss to unbutton my shirt, letting it slide to the floor, and I watched as her hands and mouth roamed my chest. She continued to undress me, hands slipping under the band of my boxer briefs, my cock springing free as she slipped my briefs down my hips, and then she stilled.

“Kels? Are you okay?”

“Sam, what am I supposed to do with that thing?”

I struggled not to laugh as she stared at me with amazement and confusion. “This thing will fill you up, and you’ll be coming around it so hard you see stars. But yeah, I’m gonna need to get you good and ready for it.”

“I hope you have a bottle of lube,” she muttered.

“You won’t need lube, I promise. I felt how wet you were for me the other night.”

I scooped her up, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” I demanded, and she complied.

My mouth captured hers once again. In seconds, she was grinding against trying to create friction.

I reached between our bodies and found her clit with my thumb.

I walked over to my bed and broke our kiss long enough to set her down.

“Spread your legs for me, let me see that beautiful pussy.” She rested herself up on her elbows as I kneeled between her legs, her eyes not wavering from mine as my thumb circled her clit and then dipped in her pussy, testing to see how wet she was. “See? You’ve got your own lube.”

I withdrew my thumb, popped it in my mouth, and groaned.

“God, Kelsey, you taste so fucking good,” I said before settling myself between her legs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and finding a rhythm that had her squirming under me.

I entered her with first one finger and then a second, scissoring my fingers as I prepared her to take my cock.

“Sam, oh God, please. Right there.” Her hands held my head and tugged at my hair as she ground her pussy against my face.

She cried out again as her pussy gripped my finger, signaling her orgasm.

I continued to work her clit, easing her back down after her orgasm.

Her legs, which had just squeezed my head in a vice grip, were relaxed, almost boneless.

I kissed my way back up her body; she’d expressed some milk when she’d come.

“Kelsey, baby, can I taste,” I asked, pausing by her nipple.

“Ok,” she answered shyly.

I circled the nipple slowly with my tongue; her milk tasted sweeter than I had expected. She squirmed beneath me when I took her in my mouth, drawing a whole mouthful of milk and swallowing it down. “Kelsey, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

When I retook her mouth, she was greedy against me, her hand reaching between us as she stroked my cock, sliding the head against her clit.

“Do you want to be on top? I know it could be uncomfortable the first time after delivery. You can take it at your own pace.”

“Yeah, please,” she panted and pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips.