“Like this?”

She looked down at me.  Her bare breasts were hovering over my face.  I was lying flat on my back looking up at them, desperately wanting them lowered to my mouth.

“Yeah,” I said in a nervous voice.  It was one thing asking someone to do something kinky in the bedroom, it was a whole different feeling when you were asking them to carry out one of your kinkiest fantasies.

My dick wasn’t even hard yet, but I was excited.  Asking was the hardest part, if the person agreed then it was just a matter of orchestrating the movements.

“So, what do I…,” she waited for further directions.

“Just, uh, lower them.  Until you, uh, until I start sucking.”

She had a well endowed chest.  They had to be at least a pair of D’s and her nipples were soft.  This wasn’t going to be something she was into, but she was doing it because I asked and I was deeply grateful how accommodating she was being.  

I pinched her nipple as it lowered to my mouth, twisting it and pulling at it to try to firm it up but it went into my mouth soft and supple.  My eagerness to nurse at her large, comforting breasts was fully engaged and I opened my mouth wide to latch onto her areola.  When her pillowy breast reached my mouth I suckled onto it and let out a long, deep pull and imagined there being a steady stream of milk filling my mouth.  I gripped her breast with my right hand and squeezed it as if it were a bag of milk and I was trying to force the milk through a tiny pinhole.  I moaned without unlatching.

Her body settled above me.  I felt her move, sliding herself back onto her heels and spreading her knees apart so she could maintain the leverage of being over top of me while also relaxing herself.  My voice whimpered hungrily, not just at her breast but at the entire scenario.  There was no milk and I was doing the directing rather than being coddled and fed in a motherly way, but I felt incredibly fulfilled.  I wanted to rip my mouth from her breast and ask her to stroke my cock with her hand but I felt I would have orgasmed in an instant and I wasn’t ready for it to be over.

I moaned again and she ad libbed, “do you like that?”

This made a needy whine bellow from my stomach and become muffled against her breast.  

“Such a needy guy,” she continued and I nodded in answer.

The feeling was euphoric.  The only way I could even imagine it going better was if she actually was full of milk and I could nurse off of her breasts and swallow her breast milk.  Then she made me realize how I would have accepted anything from her and had no idea the depths of what I could truly want and experience.

“Sit up,” she pulled her breast from my mouth.

I didn’t question her and sat up against the headboard.  She crawled on top of me and straddled my lap, her knees on each side of me and she raised herself above me with her breast pressed back to my lips.

“Go ahead, keep nursing,” she said.

I couldn’t believe she said nursing.  The only way it would have been better was if she asked me to keep feeding.  

“There you go.  The-ere you go,” she whispered softly as I latched back on and hungrily parted my lips so they wrapped over her entire areola.  I pulled hard again and closed my eyes.  She placed a hand behind my head and kept my face pressed into her breast as she lowered herself onto my lap.  My hardening erection was now pressed between her legs and she was grinding her bare pussy against it.  

“Keep feeding.  Don’t stop.  Don’t worry about anything else.”

My penis was becoming fully erect.  I could feel the wetness of her pussy sliding up and down as it desperately wanted to enter her.  I began moaning more rapidly.  I whimpered.  I whined.  I moaned, breaking my latch on her nipple.

“Do you want me to stop?”  She asked, looking into my eyes as she continued to gyrate.  This gave me an idea and I mumbled pathetically to her.

“Can you, can, can you stroke me,” I paused in the middle.  She thought I was done and nodded.

“Yes, absolutely.”

“And,” I stammered, “can you look me in the eyes until I, uh, finish.”

She smiled a bright, warm smile, “absolutely.”

She slid off of me and pressed against my side, her hand already deftly between my legs and toying with my penis.  It was in between hard and soft, that feeling it gets when it could have easily erupted at any second but the culmination of arousal never happened and it deflated back to somewhat flaccid and somewhat unrelieved.

I turned to look into her eyes and she looked deep into mine.

“Don’t look away,” she said in a soft voice.  It was still and serene, as if I heard it in the back of my head and not from her lips.  I kept my gaze on her, despite the deep seeded need to turn away from her as she looked me in the eyes.  

“T-tell me you want me to finish.  To, uhm,” I paused.  She kept her eyes on mine and I kept mine on hers despite still wanting to look away.  I wanted to just tell her that I wanted to cum but I was so shy I didn’t want to say the word while looking in her eyes.

“Go on, say it,” she urged.

“Tell me to, to cum,” I mumbled, embarrassed.

“You want me to jerk you off while looking deep into your eyes and tell you to cum?  Is that what you want?”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to jerk me off while looking into my eyes and telling me to cum,” a flush of heat and chills ran over me.  I felt my face get hot and my body shiver.  I must have turned bright red because I could feel the blood run to my face.

“I want you to cum.  Right now.  Cum for me.”

It was perfect.  She was perfect.  

She began stroking faster, “cum.  Right now.  Cum.”

My face twisted.  I pushed through every urge to look away and kept my eyes on hers.  They were big and bright.  Her lips were painted red and I wanted to kiss them but I didn’t want to lose her stare.  I wanted her to see deep inside of me as I was at my most vulnerable for her.  She was going to see the flicker of light and the widening of my pupils just before my penis exploded and her hand coaxed it to orgasm and spill my semen all over my stomach.  My mouth dropped open and I groaned a sound I didn’t recognize me to have ever made before.  The look on my face begged her to make me finish until my voice joined in and cried, “please.”

And then I came.  I shot two ropes of semen onto my stomach and the rest dribbled out of the tip of my penis.  She continued stroking me, even as it shrunk rapidly and deflated in her hand into nothing more than a limp noodle.  I grimaced and reached down to move her hand away as the sensitivity was so much that it was painful.  My eyes were pulled from hers and I nestled into her breast, latching onto her areola again and suckling as if I needed it to be comforted.  

She patted my head, cooing, “there, there.  It’s okay.  There you go.  It’s all over now.”

I don’t remember too much else.  I laid against her and the cum dried onto my skin.  Eventually we both got up and got dressed and she told me that she was glad that I shared that with her.

“I like being able to share things like that.  Your fantasies.  Don’t ever hesitate in telling me what you want.”

I nodded politely and said okay.  I hugged her and kissed her gently on the lips.  She made me feel weak, but not in a bad way.  The way I felt was that I was comfortable feeling weak and pathetic and she would nurture and comfort me.  My orgasm wasn’t even as deep or powerful as it was when I looked at porn at night in bed but the feeling I had with her was more pure.  She made me feel that even though what I wanted her to do was different and what I felt was uncommon, it was still okay to want and to find pleasure in.

I felt weightless, as if I were unburdened of a pleasureless shame.  My mind was free to wander in all of the different avenues of ecstasy I enjoyed and I knew I could share them with her and not feel rejected.  She was what I needed for so long and I didn’t even know it.  I couldn’t wait until I was able to see her again.