All Better

Warm. Soft. Safe. Love.

Upon Heather’s nipple I am grounded, anchored, at peace. It is the ultimate reset. Even without honey a good suckle put me in my most place. I didn’t need any honey to be overwhelmed something so deeply precious and shared. As much as the rhythmic suck and the plump nipple filling my mouth soothed every cell in my body it was Heather’s caring, accepting gaze that turned this into something transcendent. Out there adult nursing would be considered weird or kinky. In here however it was a bonding like no other. Heather loved it, I loved it, and with our spirits in unison this felt like the most healthy and natural thing in the world. In here we were allowed to feel anyway our heart’s desired.

After a time Heather gives a gentle tug at my lips. I now understood what this meant without being told. I release her nipple but keep my lips open for the other which I knew would be soon to follow. After just a couple of seconds Heather repositions, slips her other teat into my waiting mouth, and I am suckling again right where I left off.

“Ohhhhh.” Again she lets out a long, blissful sigh as I begin to suck at her tender nip. It was amazing the pleasure she got from such a simple act as titty sucking. I was only too happy to provide it.

As I suckle and coo she continues to caress me and whisper messages of love and gaze. Ohhhhh that wonderful gaze. I couldn’t say how long we were at that for. All I knew for sure was that when she pulls the second nipple away the bright afternoon light outside had taken on the amber hue of evening.

“Better?” She says softly.

“Oh, Heather.” I swoon and let my head and arms flop back. “I am in heaven.”

She giggles and boops me. “I feel better too.” Nuzzling me she then gives me a kiss. “I thought you might fall asleep.”

“Almost did.” I kiss the supple skin of her inner boobs.

Sitting up she dries her nipples with a tissue then pulls my shirt from off the back of the sofa and pulls it down over my head. We laugh and wriggle for a bit as I find the arms and pop my hands through. As she loved doing Heather smooths out the chest and shoulders of the shirt and begins to lightly comb and tease at my hair with her fingers.

“My man hungry?”

“Uh huh.” I nod with a silly grin, still utterly infatuated with her beauty. This wasn’t the honey, just old fashioned smitten adoration.

“I brought some ground beef out this morning. I thought I’d make some meatloaf tonight.” She says, playing with my earlobe. “Send my working man out with some nice thick meatloaf sandwiches tomorrow.”

“I’d like that.” She could have told me she was packing me rat dropping burritos tomorrow and I would have said that same thing. My love for her was simply overloading every other higher brain function.

“Help me with my shirt, baby?” She posed it as a question but to my ear it was a commandment from on high. She leaves her bra off and with my aid slips back into her blouse. With a contented smile she just sits and watches me button up the front. “Did you get your reading done?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” I say. “It’s all common sense stuff. Everything okay down at the Hive?”

“Everything was fine.” She takes my hand after it finishes the last button to pull it up her lips. “Except for my handsome man not being there.”

“Mmmm.” I smile. “It could be our last together.”

“Hm? What did you say?”

“You said it actually. Before the weekend.” I say. “You said by Monday I would be yours or I would be finding a new place to live.” I chuckle. “I’m so glad I don’t have move. I don’t even have a deposit!”

She lightly pinches my nose. “Silly boy.” I begin to giggle…and giggle…and giggle harder. She lets out a laugh, though she doesn’t know why. “What?”

Still snickering I point at her chest. Without her bra to confine them Heather’s big tits stretched the fabric of her blouse in the most delightful way. But what had struck my funny bone was the way her big nips formed two perfect protruding nubs on either side of her shirt.

“Oh my!” She hoots as she looks down at herself. “Looks like you got the girls all riled up!”

“He he he!”

“I don’t think they’re the only thing, ahem, at attention.” She pokes at my boner. “After an afternoon with a couple hot fillies and the stallion’s still hot to trot!? I don’t think I knew what I was in store for getting myself a young man.”

Batting my blue eyes, which I knew Heather loved so much, I brush a palm across the thick slump of her semi-hard cock through her skirt. “I knew exactly what I was in store for.”

“Incorrigible!”

“He he!”

“Ah, ah.” She gives my hand the world’s gentlest slap. “No dessert until after dinner.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Running her fingers around my collar to make sure it was just so, even though there was no need to, she then runs her hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “Come on, handsome. Let’s make some dinner.”

And that is what we do.

Shoulder to shoulder, elbow to elbow, and sometimes with her pressed in tight behind me we act as a team as we prepare our little feast for two. There was no music, no television, just the upbeat conversation of two people in the first blush of love. The food was nothing fancy, mashed potatoes, meatloaf, gravy, and some steamed broccoli, but it was made with love and with Heather’s special flair. Unlike my mother’s savory loaf hers had the added kick of dried chili peppers and Worcestershire sauce blended into the mix, and what she did with the onions and garlic before even adding them to the mix bordered on magic. Though basic fare I wouldn’t have traded this meal for the most expensive dish in the fanciest restaurant in the city.

Once the meal was set we chime glasses and dig in. Even without a honey buzz it was absolutely delicious. We eat leisurely, leaving plenty of room for laughter and conversation. After supper we are once more at each others sides as she washes and I dry the dishes.

After that we are out for our evening stroll through the park. We walk and we smell the flowers and we nod at the other couples passing by and we watch the kids playing soccer in the same field I’d practiced in earlier that day. The sun wasn’t yet down but I began to feel fatigue of the day setting in. It was a pleasant weariness. The tiredness of a day well spent.

To some our evening would be considered banal or even boring. For me it was paradise. My life with Heather was beginning to find its rhythm and it was beautiful.