Breastfeeding

"You little rascal, you're taking all Mom's attention away from Dad..." Phillip grumbled, snuggling closer to your shoulder.

The man narrowed his eyes, looking with feigned resentment at the baby you were breastfeeding. Graves knew that children required a lot of attention, but he did not think that his wife would now have no time for him at all.

"He’s good.” he poked his finger into the child's plump pink cheek, listening to the soft sounds he was making.

Soon, when the baby was finally full and fast asleep in his crib in the bedroom, you had some time for each other (at least until you will hear loud crying over the baby monitor, standing on the coffee table next to the sofa).

Phillip rubbed his nose against your hand, inhaling the delicate fragrance. You smelled of milk and something else. The gently sweet scent of your body drove him crazy, making his back tingle. The man's hands roamed freely over the female curves, stopping at the soft breasts.

"I think it's my turn." a grin appeared on Graves' face as he lifted up your T-shirt, gently touching your swollen nipple with his lips.