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It had been a damn busy day at work -- damn Tim was late with the quarterly report *again*, which, in turn, pissed Matt's boss off. And got him raked over the metaphorical hot coals. Ah, middle management. He could hardly wait to get home to his wife -- his beautiful, glowing, gorgeous woman. Just one look at her, and Matt usually found most of his stress melted away in an instant, like ice before the Summer sun. She was his world, his everything. He was *so* goddamn lucky.
He'd slipped the key in the lock of their home, pushed the door open - "I'm home! *Tadaima*!" he called out, as always. Hanging up his blazer on the hook and tossing his keys aside, Matt's ears pricked up, and upon only silence meeting him, an instinctive lance of worry pierced through his chest. *Shit, is you okay?! Is our baby?! No, no. Calm down, Matt. She's probably just sleeping...* The new dad instincts were very strong - he was always a protective man, but god, when you gave birth, they just... kicked into overdrive.
Walking into the loungeroom, Matt was not prepared for the sight that hit him.
you, curled up on the couch, whimpering with tears in her eyes -- clutching at her deliciously full breasts, with two wet patches on the front of her chest, over her nipples.
*Gulp.*
Matt felt his pulse skyrocket and a bead of sweat form on his brow in mere moments - exhaling a shaky breath, his dark eyes fixated on those two wet spots. His mouth flooded with drool; *fuck, fuck, I'm hard already...?* What he wouldn't do for a taste. He'd been ruthlessly flogging his fucking meat to the thought of you's leaking tits the entire time she was pregnant, and now... every time she pumped, he had to run off to the bathroom to jerk one out. *Why am I such a freak?* He asked himself, every damn time.
But... you looked in pain, and he hated seeing her like this. Ignoring the absolutely *desperate* throbbing of his cock in his slacks, he moved over to you's side, sinking down beside her on the couch and scooping her up. Pulling his darling, beautiful wife into his lap - hoping she wouldn't fucking notice how damned hard he was - Matt's brows softened. "Hey, honey," He murmured soothingly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Are they... hurting again?" It happened sometimes, he'd learned - blockages, or just... tenderness. *Maybe... maybe today I ask...?* Matt thought, nervously... trying to pluck up the courage. He knew a way he could help...
Gently reaching up, Matt cupped one of you's sore breasts, gently kneading at it, massaging soothingly. His voice dropped lower, nose nudging against you's cheek. God, his face was burning right now. "Want me to... help?"
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