Daddy’s afternoon feeding and worship

It is time for the afternoon feeding between lunch and dinner, followed by our daily nap.

I am lying with my legs to your left, and you are lowering your right breast to my mouth. I give the nipple a lick with the flat of my tongue. It responds to the roughness of the tongue and gets a bit harder. And it gets a bit longer. I lick it again, and run the end of my tongue around the base of the teat. I cover it with my mouth wide open.

A gentle suck pulls the teat in to the back of my tongue. I adjust my mouth latch to ensure it is tight. I push the nipple with the base of my tongue up against my palate. You can feel the pressure and it gives you a thrill. For a short period I mimic an infant’s quick repetitions and then fall into a steady rhythm. Your body relaxes as you fall into the rhythm of the sensations coming through your breast to your spine and through your body.

My right hand reaches up for your left breast. With my fingers I’m caressing the full length of your breast, from near your shoulder, down your breastbone, around the bottom of your beautiful girl, up a bit to your side. My palm flattens against the side of your breast, and I glide it over towards your nipple, already responding to me even though I haven’t touched it yet. My calloused palm runs over the nipple as it makes its way to the bottom of your breast. I lift its considerable glorious weight, giving it a brief rest from gravity as I rotate my hand to get a firm hold. My fingers are massaging the softness and springiness of the breast.

The weight slips off my hand as my palm moves back over top of the nipple. I rotate my hand over the teat, dragging it from side to side and around, bumping it with my fingers and with my callouses. It responds to all of the sensations.

All through this my mouth continues to suckle at your right breast. You are conflicted with comfort in your right breast and with excitement in your left breast.

This increases as my fingers change their focus to the left nipple, raising my palm off the breast. I lightly grasp the lengthening teat in my thumb and middle finger. Using a stroking motion, I pull along the length of the nipple, starting from beneath your areola and moving slowly to the tip of the teat. Randomly I’m shifting the angles of attack, pulling the nipple from different sides. You don’t know (and, really, I don’t know) which sides are going to be feeling the sensation of my fingers at any time.

The pressure increases between my fingertips, because you told me you like it that way. Before long it becomes a noticeable pinch, and then a very noticeable pinch, and I hear you moan. But you only hug me tighter, rather than making any motion for me to stop.

By now I’ve been suckling for twenty or thirty minutes on the one side. You give me a quick squeeze to signal time to switch sides, and so I softly unlatch and get up on my arm to move around. I take the time to steal a long and passionate kiss from your open and slightly panting painted lips, our tongues briefly wrestling for position … but you withdraw to tell me not to get carried away (again!) with my kissing and to move around. There is business to finish.

The process repeats for your other sides, with your right nipple starting swollen from the suckling and responding much more quickly to the ministrations of my left hand and fingers, even more calloused than my right hand (because of my guitar playing). Meanwhile, your left teat has been eager for the nurturing suckling already enjoyed by your right.

Another twenty or thirty minutes of me worshipping your breasts. Which also is another twenty or thirty minutes of conflicting sensations from your two girls. Comforting suckling and enticing manipulation.

Another (longer) kiss after I’m done, and then time to fall asleep for our nap with me spooning you from behind. You on my left. Your right arm over your back and hand resting on my cock and balls, but only resting and not obligated for anything at all. You like to fall asleep holding it. My right arm is over your side, my wrist on your upper breastbone. Your right breast is resting on my forearm, which itself is resting on your left breast, which is resting on the soft sheets. My nose is in the back of your neck. My lips are on your spine, and you can feel my warm breath on your back as I fall into steady breathing, my desire to worship your body sated for now. You know when we awake, that I will want to worship more of you and more your body.

Why? Because you see me as your Daddy, and you want to please your Daddy. I see you as my obedient girl, and you know how much your Daddy worships you and wants to take care of you.

We sleep anticipating the time for Daddy’s dinner feeding, enjoying the nap that we need each afternoon because of the middle-of-the-night feedings we wake up for every night.