How about some dulce de leche?

Without even bothering to answer her I grabbed Kimberly by her ass and lifted her up off my legs. My eyes fell from hers to the luscious sight of her breasts. They were full and round and right in front of my face. I moved my hands up to touch them and Kimberly held herself where she was. I felt her pressing her mound against my stomach.

Her breasts were gorgeous; a good size, pressing together and sagging just a bit from their weight. Her nipples were stiff and sat at the centre of her small, dark pink areolas. I traced my thumbs around them which caused her to shiver. Then I took both breasts in my hands, lifting them slightly, and squeezed.

I didn’t want to hurt her. I just applied enough pressure to make her moan. I pulled them apart a few inches and then pressed them together. Kimberly giggled.

“Now now, Mikey” she mock-scolded me. “You shouldn’t play with your food.”

That was all the invitation I needed.

I leaned my head forward and licked her left nipple. Then I traced a circle with my tongue around the one on her right, before returning to where I started and engulfing it with my mouth.

I started sucking on her tit while teasing and circling her nipple with my tongue. Kimberly placed one hand on my shoulder to steady herself and the other behind my head to pull me in closer. She was now grinding herself against my abs. Her hips were bucking rhythmically and I could smell how excited she was. Apparently I wasn’t the only one enjoying this experience.

With her hand she moved my head over to the other side of her chest. There was an audible pop as my lips broke contact with her skin.

“Michael, you know the importance of balanced nutrition. Make sure both sides get your attention.”

I looked up into her eyes and said, “Thanks for the reminder. I’m so glad you’re part of a complete breakfast.

“It’s the most important meal of the day, baby. Drink up,” and with that she took the lead once more and shoved my face into her chest.

God this felt good! Could it get any better?

Well, yes.

She had offered herself up for a snack. And while she wasn’t currently lactating that could easily change. The state of her breasts was nothing more than a whim of my dreaming.

But something felt like it was holding me back. I’d never gone this route in a dream before. I’d had plenty of sex, in plenty of ways, with plenty of people. But never have I ever breastfed. Even the term seemed to raise a red flag. And yet, as my mouth continued to work on her soft breast, I felt myself compelled to continue.

It did feel good. It felt comforting. But was it too much?