Soothing Cure
She came over to help, to assist a fellow female in pain. She knew what I was experiencing and had the right solution to help in a cure.
Kissing me softly as she crawled up beside me in my bed, her middle finger started stroking my clit and I moved, spreading my legs.
She bent to kiss my mouth, a warm wet kiss, the kind we always shared before in the afternoons whenever the kids were napping.
She slid down a bit and sucked a nipple, murmuring “Mmmmm” as my milk started to flow.
I closed my eyes and let it go, feeling the other one dripping. She nursed me firmly, the nipple swollen and partway down her throat, swallowing rapidly. I felt the pressure ease and sighed, something inside contracting as it did when the baby was feeding.
She switched to the other one after a time, emptying it as well, then laying her head on my chest. Her finger was still slowly moving in my depths, and I felt the heat rising, my pussy squeezing her finger in time to her strokes.
It was small, a fluttery wisp down deep that was barely felt, my body warming with the flush and my toes curling, then gone as quickly as it had arrived.
“I love you woman,” she whispered in my ear, “Very, very much.”
“I love you too,” I replied, feeling her warm dampness against my hip. Wrapping my arms around her, I settled into the mattress and fell asleep.
LuAnne