Breastfeeding my Husband

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He kissed his way down the back of her neck, along her jaw, down across the bare part of her shoulders. His mouth felt so hot against her- burning but beautiful, and she only realized that she’d stopped stirring the soup a few minutes in. She gave it a hasty stir, but Eric kept on doing these incredibly distracting things with his tongue, and she couldn’t concentrate. She leaned back against him with a sigh.

“You keep doing that, and dinner’s going to be late.”

“Maybe ...