You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

Her breath hitches as your body presses against hers, his scent filling her senses as she feels his lips brush against hers. She stands frozen for a moment before her anger begins to slowly subside, replaced by the warmth of desire. Carla wraps her arms around his neck and returns his hungry kiss, their tongues dancing wildly as they explore each other's mouths.

Her hand finds its way down to his crotch, feeling his hardness beneath his pants. With a low growl, she moans into the kiss, her anger completely forgotten in the throes of passion. She pushes him towards the nearby couch, determined to have him right here and now.

Her body arches into his as their lips part, her breath coming in ragged gasps. His touch is burning hot against her skin, igniting a fire inside her that's been dormant for far too long. Her fingers dance over his chest, teasing and tormenting before sliding lower to unbutton his pants.

"Kane..." she whispers, eyes half-lidded with desire. "I've missed this."

With a practiced motion, Carla tugs down his pants and boxers, revealing him to her in all his glory. She takes him in hand, stroking slowly at first before speeding up as she feels him thicken in response to her touch. Her mouth finds his neck, sucking hard as she works him closer and closer to the edge.

With every word that he whispers against her skin, her heart aches a little less. The anger fades further as she finds herself lost in the passion they share, and she clings to this moment like it's the last chance they'll ever have together. Carla continues to stroke him firmly, her thumb rubbing circles around the head of his cock until he's so close she can feel him trembling beneath her touch.

"Kane..." Her voice is hoarse and needy, desire throbbing in every word. "Fuck me." She pulls back enough to meet his gaze, eyes dark with lust as she guides him towards her, offering herself to him on the couch.

Her hips arch off the couch as she feels his length press against her entrance, the head nudging at her entrance before slowly sinking inside. "Fuuuck..." She groans in relief, wrapping her legs around him as he fills her completely, anchoring him to her. Carla thrusts her hips upwards, meeting his descent with equal force, their bodies slapping together in a frenzy of lust and desire.

Her fingers rake through his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers as they kiss brutally, their teeth clashing in sync with their frantic movements. She's close, so close to that edge she hasn't felt in far too long, her body tensing and relaxing with each thrust. "Come for me," she pants, her voice strained from the effort of holding back her own orgasm any longer.

Her nails scrape down his back as he thrusts deeper inside her, driving them both closer to the edge. "Yes," she gasps, arching into each of his powerful strokes, hungry for more of him. The pleasure wraps around her like a vice, tightening with every inch that slips inside her until it feels like her whole body is on fire.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she nears the peak, unable to think about anything but his hands and lips and cock pushing her closer and closer. "Kane... Kane..." she whispers his name like a prayer, feeling her muscles tense and spasm around him as an intense wave of release washes over her. Her body clenches tightly around him, milking every last drop from him as her orgasm finally subsides and she collapses boneless against the couch.

"Mhmm..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels him pushing deeper inside her with each thrust, the tension building up to something unbearable but so, so good. She arches into his touch, moaning loudly as their bodies slide together in a perfect rhythm of desire and need. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady for his rough, demanding lovemaking. Her eyes slip shut, lost in the sensations overtaking her as she finally feels free from all restraints, giving in to the raw pleasure he brings her.

She meets each of his thrusts with a moan or a gasp, relishing in the power he holds over her body and mind. "Harder..." she whispers against his lips, pulling him into another kiss as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge once again.

Her breath catches in her throat as he sucks on her nipple, hard and rough, the sensation shooting straight to her core. She arches into him, moaning loudly as his thrusts grow more brutal and demanding. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching him unmercifully as she comes closer to the edge of release again. "Yes..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from the pleasure, "Oh God yes."

With one final thrust deep inside her, Kane fills her completely and leaves her breathless, his powerful release echoing through her body as their sweat-slicked skin slaps together in unison. His weight presses down on top of her, and she welcomes the closeness with a sigh. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath beneath him. "You're insatiable..." she whispers against his

Her breath hitches at the sensation of his teeth lightly nipping at her nipple before he switches to sucking, and she arches into him helplessly. The pleasure pooling low in her belly intensifies as he continues to stroke and lick her sensitive flesh, sending shards of desire coursing through her veins. Her back is slick with sweat beneath him, but she couldn't care less; all that matters is the feel of his lips on her skin and the weight of his body pressing down on hers.

She blinks, then pulls back slightly to look up at him in confusion. "I'm not lactating..." Her voice is breathy and sultry, even as her mind tries to process what he's just said. His words send a shiver down her spine, making her feel even more exposed beneath him. "Why are you asking that?"

Her hands find their way back up his chest, tracing circles on his skin as she watches his face for any hint of what he might be thinking. Her heartbeat quickens in anticipation and fear, a heady mixture of desire and unease flowing through her veins.

Carla's eyes widen as she tastes the milk on his lips, her body tensing instinctively at the sensation. She pulls back slightly, confused and unnerved by what he just did. "Where did you get that?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and anger. As much as she craves his touch and wants him inside her still, this strange game he's playing sends a chill down her spine.

Her hands dig into his shoulders again, urging him to get off of her. "Stop it..." she whispers, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Just make love to me."

The realization that she's still lactating sends another shiver down her spine as he squeezes her breast, showing her the tiny drop of milk at the tip. The heat between her legs begins to wane in the face of this unexpected revelation, replaced by a cold wash of shame and embarrassment. She pulls away from him completely, scrambling off the couch and averting her gaze as she tries to find her composure. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, hands trembling as they reach for her blouse, "I can explain..."

Her words trail off into silence as she busies herself with fixing her appearance, trying to ignore the pain and disappointment that threaten to overwhelm her. She knows he only brought this up to hurt her, but the shame runs deep, making it nearly impossible for her to concentrate on anything else right now.

"No..." she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not." Her eyes meet his briefly before darting away again, unable to bear the hurt and betrayal they see there. "Just... give me some space for now, okay?"

She pads into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Inside, she leans against the cool tile wall, taking deep breaths as she tries to calm herself down. The tears begin to fall silently, running down her cheeks and into her open mouth. She feels dirty and ashamed, like nothing will ever be right between them again.

Her breath catches in surprise as strong arms wrap around her from behind, holding her close against his chest. It's such a tiny gesture of kindness amidst all the hurt and anger, that she can't help but let out a soft sob into his shirt. She leans back into him slightly, pressing her cheek against his shoulder as she clings to him for comfort and reassurance.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "It's just... it's been so long since I felt this way about anyone." Her hands snake around his waist, gripping him tightly as if she's afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. "I never meant to hurt you. Please believe me."

Her breath hitches at the question, and she hesitates before answering. Part of her wants to brush it off, to pretend like it's no big deal, but another part of her knows that wouldn't be honest. "I... I don't know," she admits quietly, biting her lip as she struggles to find the right words. "I mean, my doctor said it might take a while for things to go back to normal after having Lily. Maybe this is just part of that process."

She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of Kane's body radiating through his shirt, grounding her and making it easier to face this uncomfortable truth. "It doesn't change what happened between us," she whispers. "I still want you, even if my body is acting weird."

A small laugh escapes her lips at the thought of Kane finding breastfeeding an advantage. "Well then," she says with a smile that slowly spreads across her face, "I guess there's nothing to be too upset about." She turns in his arms, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes searchingly. "Are you okay with this? With me... still having some side effects?"

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, hoping for the reassurance she craves but unsure if it will ever come. She wants nothing more than to believe they can get past this and be together again, no matter what the obstacles may be.

Her eyes well up with tears again as relief washes over her at his words. She presses her lips to his, pouring all of the gratitude and love she feels into the kiss, holding him tightly and refusing to let go. "Thank you," she whispers when they pull apart, "thank you for understanding."

She steps back, taking in his handsome face and strong build with a mixture of pride and longing. "We can get through this together," she says firmly, determination burning bright in her eyes. "I know we can."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she bites her bottom lip playfully and gives him an almost challenging smile. "Well, I guess you can have that 'perk' if it makes you happy," she teases, reaching for his tie and expertly loosening it before sliding it off his shoulders. His shirt follows soon after, revealing the defined muscles of his chest to her hungry gaze. "But I expect plenty in return."

Her hands move up to his chest again, tracing lazy circles around his nipples as she looks up at him through hooded lids, a provocative smile curving her lips. "You're not getting off that easily this time," she whispers huskily.

With a small shrug, she continues toying with him, her body moving closer as she angles her head, lips parted and hungry for his taste. "I don't know... maybe you can give me another orgasm," she suggests, voice barely above a whisper. "Or promise me that we'll be together, no matter what." Her hands slip lower, cupping his erection through his pants as if to remind him of their physical connection, and the desires that still simmer between them.

"Maybe I could taste my milk on your lips," she murmurs, eyes glinting with mischief. "Or maybe we could explore some other ways for me to give you pleasure." Her fingers move faster, stroking him through his pants in a way that's both teasing and demanding.

"I want to believe that," she whispers, meeting his gaze and holding it steadily. "And as for orgasms... well, I think you can manage at least one more." Her words are loaded with innuendo, her body language speaking volumes about what she wants from him right now. She arches into his touch, pressing the length of him against her through their clothes, begging for release and reassurance with every move.

Her lips part further, teeth pressing gently against her bottom lip as she waits, heart pounding with anticipation and desire. "Do you promise?" she breathes, eyes locked on his, filled with hope and longing.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for his reply. Her hands slide lower still, unbuttoning and pushing aside his pants, freeing him from confinement. She looks up at him through her lashes, feeling the heat of his gaze burning a trail across her skin. "I'd like that," she whispers. "Very much."

With a smooth motion, she takes him in hand, guiding him to where she needs it most. Her fingers glide up and down his length with practiced ease, teasing and tormenting as she brings them both closer to the edge together. She leans forward, kissing him deeply while her other hand explores the planes of his chest and stomach, leaving trails of heat in its wake. "You promise?" she asks again, voice growing hoarse with need.

Her hips rock forward, taking him deeper inside her as

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he begins to move inside her, powerful strokes that drive them both closer to the edge. Her hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she arches her back, meeting each thrust with equal force. "Oh God..." she moans, lost in the sensation of him filling her up and moving so expertly within her bounds.

Her muscles tense and release in perfect rhythm with his movements, drawing them closer to the explosive release she knows is coming. She's so close, so desperate for that final climax, needing it like air to breathe. "Faster..." she whispers against his lips, her body trembling with anticipation and desire.

Her cries echo through the room as he pumps into her faster and deeper. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she loses herself in the pleasure coursing through her veins. With each powerful thrust, he brings them closer to the precipice, until finally they're both teetering on the edge together.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, sending shivers of release down her spine and through every nerve ending in her body. Her inner muscles squeeze tight around him, milking out his final thrusts as she comes undone with a desperate moan that shudders through her entire frame.

They collapse together onto the couch, panting and sweaty but still connected by their joined hands and the intimate bond between them. After what seems like an eternity, Carla finally finds the strength to lift her head and meet his eyes. There's

a strange look in them; hope mixed with uncertainty. She wants to believe that everything they've been through will make their love stronger in the end, but part of her is still afraid of what the future might hold. Before she can say anything else, he leans forward and kisses her softly on the lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth and tangling with hers in a tender dance that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

It's in this moment that she knows they will find their way back to each other; no matter what obstacles may stand in their way. They have weathered far too much together already for anything else to break them apart now.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to lavish attention on her breasts again, sucking and nipping at them with a skillful touch that brings her right back to the edge of release. She arches into him, moaning loudly as she feels herself growing wetter between her legs at his touch. Her fingers rake through his hair, holding him close as he continues to bring her ever closer to the explosive climax she knows is coming soon.

Her hips shift restlessly against him, seeking more contact even as they both fight for air. She looks up into his eyes, searching for something... anything that will reassure her that everything really will be all right between them in the end. But it's not until he gives her a small smile and whispers "I love you" against her lips that she finally finds the peace she craves.

It feels like they've been through so much together

As he continues to tease and pleasure her breasts, it's this simple declaration that washes over her, calming the last lingering doubts in her mind. She clings to him as he kisses and nips at her sensitive skin, lost in the sensation of his warm breath on her nipples and the rough glide of his tongue against them.

Her body tenses, ready to explode into another orgasm as he sucks harder, nipping just enough to send shards of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her chest. With a cry that is more relief than anything else, she comes apart beneath him, her entire body shuddering and tensing with the force of it.

Her fingers rake roughly through his hair as he pulls back, watching her face intently, and when her eyes meet his again, they're full of love and trust. "We can make this work,"

My breath catches as he presses his lips to mine, feeling his warm tongue dance against mine and the taste of his skin on my tongue. His words send a thrill down my spine; I know we can make this work between us. The knowledge that he loves me and wants us together, no matter what, fills me with a quiet certainty that everything will be all right in the end. As I taste the milk from his lips, it only strengthens this bond between us, connecting us in ways I never expected.

I hold him close, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against mine for as long as possible. The memories of our time together flood my mind: the passionate kisses and sweaty bodies tangled in sheets; the gentle touches and comforting whispers late at night; the arguments and make-ups that made us stronger as a couple.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be

I smile against his lips and nod slightly. "It's delicious," I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat up at the truth behind my words. This sharing of ourselves... this intimacy that extends beyond our bodies into something more profound... it deepens our connection in a way I can't quite describe. As he continues to kiss me, I savor every moment, knowing we've weathered the storm and emerged stronger on the other side. Together.

I raise an eyebrow at his suggestive remark, unable to decide if I'm more amused or intrigued. A part of me wants to play along, explore this new territory with him; our shared experience has taught us that there are no limits when it comes to trust and intimacy between us. Another part of me is hesitant, wondering what led him to bring up such a topic now.

"You've never mentioned wanting to try anal before," I tease, running my hand down his chest to rest on the head of his erection. "Are you sure this isn't just about getting off?"

I sigh, considering his words carefully. There's something tempting about exploring this side of ourselves together; after everything we've been through, it feels like there are no more secrets between us. "Alright," I finally say with a nod. "Let's try it." My heartbeat quickens at the thought of what lies ahead, but my trust in him keeps me steady and centered on this shared experience.

I take his hand, guiding it down to where he wants to go, marveling at the confidence he exudes even as I hesitate slightly. This new territory is exciting yet intimidating, and I can't help but feel grateful for the reassurance his touch provides. As we venture deeper into this uncharted territory together, I know that no matter what happens next, we'll face it together... as partners in every sense of the word.

A sharp breath escapes me as you push inside, the sensation both foreign and thrilling at once. I clench my jaw to suppress the urge to cry out, determined not to show any signs of discomfort or inexperience. My body tenses reflexively, feeling your thick length stretching me in ways I never expected; I can feel every inch of you pressing against my tight ring of muscle as you slowly begin to move inside me.

My focus is mostly on not losing composure and maintaining our trust in each other through this journey into uncharted territory, but there's a part of me that feels almost disconnected from the experience... observant rather than participatory. I want so badly for us to be able to share this moment completely, body and soul; to feel truly connected in every way possible. But until then, we'll have to make do with what we can.