Chapter 410 Blending Perfectly
Elizabeth was jolted awake by the almost rough movement. She felt Michael's penis pressing against her from behind, and his large hand was kneading one of her breasts.
Groggily, she opened her eyes. "Michael, why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing?"
Michael continued kissing her, his voice husky. "Can't you tell? Isn't it obvious enough? I'm kissing you."
Elizabeth pushed him away. "Get off, I want to sleep. I'm not in the mood for your antics."
Michael quickly moved back in, flipping her over and covering her mouth with his lips. "It's okay, you can sleep. I'll take care of things myself."
Elizabeth was both amused and exasperated. "What do you mean, I sleep and you do your thing?"
Michael turned on the bedside lamp, filling the room with a warm yellow light.
Elizabeth immediately raised her hand to shield her eyes. "Michael, stop it. You just got off the plane, go to sleep."
Michael ignored her. He expertly retrieved an eye mask from the nightstand and placed it over Elizabeth's eyes. "Sweetheart, you sleep. Don't worry about me."
Elizabeth had no choice but to continue sleeping.
Seeing her acquiescence, Michael became even more brazen with his kisses.
He unfastened the hidden clasps on her nursing top, exposing both of her breasts.
Due to breastfeeding, Elizabeth's breasts were larger and fuller than before.
Michael lingered on her pink nipples, kissing and sucking them.
Her nipples couldn't withstand his teasing and stimulation, becoming erect and even releasing some white milk.
Michael leaned in to suck the milk, then pried open Elizabeth's lips with his teeth for a deep kiss.
He whispered, "Taste yourself, is it sweet?"
Elizabeth pushed him away in disgust. "Not sweet, it's kind of gross."
Michael chuckled. "You find your own milk gross? But Francis must love it, right?"
He kissed her flushed earlobe, his voice low and husky. "I love it too."
Elizabeth ignored him, pretending to sleep.
Since she had to breastfeed during the day, Michael was careful not to leave marks on her breasts that Susan might see. He controlled himself and kissed his way down.
He gently removed Elizabeth's pajama pants and underwear, tossing them aside. He kissed her inner thighs, causing her to tremble slightly and bend her legs.
He caressed her body while kissing her skin.
Elizabeth couldn't help but moan.
Encouraged by her reaction, Michael kissed her even more passionately. He sat up, unbuttoned her top, and removed it.
Now, the only fabric on Elizabeth's body was the eye mask.
Michael's gaze darkened as he admired his prey, ready to pounce.
His breathing grew heavier, and his penis swelled beneath his underwear. He stood up, removed his underwear, and guided Elizabeth's right hand to his penis.
He held her hand, guiding her movements. He moaned softly, his breathing rapid and heavy.
Finally, he couldn't be satisfied with just that. He inserted his fingers into her vagina, slowly exploring. Her private area was already wet.
He leaned down, gently embraced her, and slowly entered her, thrusting gently.
He whispered in her ear, "Is this okay?"
Elizabeth, who had been pretending to sleep, couldn't hold back anymore. "You've already started, and now you're asking if it's okay? What do you think?"
Michael feigned innocence. "If you say it's not okay, I can stop."
He thrust harder, gasping between words. "Do you want me to stop? I'll listen to you."
Elizabeth tore off the eye mask and grabbed his waist, pretending to be fierce. "Fine, then stop."
Michael was stunned. "Elizabeth, are you serious? I can't, it would kill me."
Under the warm light of the lamp, she looked at him seductively. "Really? Didn't you say you'd listen to me?"
Michael smiled helplessly and kissed her gently. "Elizabeth, let me off this time. I'll make you happy."
Elizabeth pushed him onto the bed, straddling him and looking down at him. "You want to make me happy? Then it's up to me."
Michael propped himself up on his elbows, raising his upper body to kiss her. "Okay, it's up to you."
Elizabeth pressed him back onto the bed, gathered her hair behind her ears, and began moving on top of him.
Her breasts bounced with her movements.
Her face flushed, her eyes watery. She moaned softly, her lips slightly parted.
Her lips felt dry, so she licked them to moisten them.
Michael watched her intently, his chest rising and falling noticeably.
She had no idea how alluring she looked at that moment. Watching Elizabeth's actions, he reached out with his long arm, wrapped it around her neck, and pulled her closer for a passionate kiss.
Elizabeth felt sticky and looked down to see her breasts had leaked some milk.
She reached for the handkerchief by the pillow, but Michael grabbed her hand.
He sat up, took her nipple into his mouth, and drank the milk.
Elizabeth placed her hands on his shoulders, gently patting him. "Haven't you had enough?"
Michael kissed her, holding her waist and thrusting her up and down.
Elizabeth moaned in his arms.
Michael whispered in her ear, "Do you think this counts as blending perfectly?"
Knowing Elizabeth had recently given birth, he was careful not to be too rough. He controlled his strength, but still left her exhausted and quickly asleep after they finished.
He stood up, filled the bathtub, and gently carried Elizabeth in to wash her.
She loved cleanliness, and if she wasn't clean, she wouldn't sleep well tonight. She'd definitely blame him in the morning.
After washing her, he dried her off, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to bed, drying her hair.
Elizabeth slept through it all, letting him take care of her.
She was truly exhausted.
Michael found another nursing outfit in the closet for her, changed her, turned off the light, and went to bed, holding her as he drifted into a satisfied sleep.
In the early morning, Michael's phone vibrated with a message notification.
He instantly woke up, gently moved Elizabeth's arm from his waist, and checked his phone. His expression immediately darkened.
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