96, 97, 98, 99 100 strokes. Her hair glistened in the soft glow of the star field night light that twinkled on the walls and ceiling.

“Sing me a lullabye daddy, please” she said sleepily.

“Lullabye, and good night, with roses….” I finished the last stanza of Brahms bed time classic as I rubbed my daughter’s back. Hearing the deep rhythm of her breathing, I pulled the covers up close to her chin, kissed her on the cheek, whispering “I Love You princess” and quietly slipped out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind me.

I enterd my bedroom to find my wife cradling our son like a football across a pillow. I mouthed the words, “Is he finished?” My wife nodded and I approached the side of the bed as she inserted her pinkie beside his lips to break the latch, her nipple sliding out of his sleeping mouth. I gently carried him over to the bassinette, and lay him between the bumpers, careful not to place him on his back, and covered him with the blanket.

As I turned around, I saw that my wife had not covered up her breasts.

“He may have finished”, she said, “but I haven’t. Are you thirsty?”

Quietly nodding, I moved to my side of the bed, stripping of my t-shirt and lounge pants, I lay down across the bed, with my head in her lap. She placed her right nipple in my mouth and I pulled it in with my lips around her areola. Pressing her nipple against the roof of my mouth with the back of my tongue, I began to suckle. As the warm sweet milk flowed, creamy being from the latter stages of the session, I could taste the mangos and strawberies she had had for breaksfast that morning. As I gently pulled her milk from her right breast, I carressed her left, lightly rolling her nipple against my palm, and softly squeezing her breast to make drops appear and fall onto my bare chest.

As the last few drops of milk expressed from her right breast, I shifted my body and began suckling on the left breast, pulling the milk of life she so lovingly dispensed into my hungry mouth. I was never so glad I had skipped dessert tonight, as this was so much better.

As I nursed, my wife gently carressed my hair, softly kissing my forehead and rubbing her hands across my chest and shoulders. When I had finished the left breast, and was sleepy from the warm milk, I broke my latch and slowly sat up. She turned around and swung her legs over the side of the bed, as I turned around and wrapped my legs either side of her hips.

“You’ve given me something special tonight, now it’s my turn to give to you.” I said softly in her ear.

Her auburn hair shone in the soft light of our bedside lamps, and the silver highlghts glistened. I grabbed the brush from the head board, and began to stroke, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…..