Chapter 33: Helping My Daughter's pump 3

Time seemed to extend... an hour elapsed in the space of perhaps five seconds. Then I was cupping her, feeling the weight of her in my hand. I felt her fingers in my hair, stroking, applying gentle pressure downwards. I bent my head, feeling the subtle warmth of her nipple in the barest kiss of my lips, and opened my mouth to take it inside.

She moaned loudly as my lips closed around that firm little bud, the tip of my tongue flicking across her flesh, exploring. The pressure on the back of my head increased, pulling my lips against the firm but yielding flesh of her breast, as I hesitatingly began to suck.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise... that was the whole point of what we were doing, after all! But somehow I'd expected it to take a little while, like priming a pump or something. I certainly hadn't expected a jet of hot, sweet-tasting milk shooting onto my tongue on my very first attempt, slipping straight down my throat as I reflexively swallowed.