Owen Moreland's Adam's apple moved up and down with his swallowing, alluringly sexy.
Amelia Clarke could hear the sound of him swallowing the milk.
Their breaths intertwined, Amelia's nostrils filled with the scent of a mature man.
"Does it taste good?" she asked, her ears reddening as she looked up at him.
She felt absurd and had no idea where the thought of feeding him milk from her mouth came from.
Owen's deep eyes turned even more solemn as he calmly gazed at Amelia.
Amelia sucked the remaining milk from the cup and carelessly set the cup aside, repeating the feeding action for Owen.
More creamy white milk trickled down his neck into his shirt.
Amelia gently kissed away the milk around his lips, chin, and neck.
"Do you like it?"
Owen looked at Amelia, his low voice tinged with huskiness, enticingly sexy, "Do you think I like it?"
Amelia laughed and leaned into his embrace, "Not today, I'm tired from playing cards, carry me upstairs to bathe."
