lilies *James Potter*

Chapter 66 *

"Alrighty." James announces softly closing the bedroom door behind him. "Babies are fed, fresh nappied, swaddled, and in their cribs hopefully for a good few hours. Harry's asleep in bed, again being hopeful for a good few hours. And now we can finally have some mummy and daddy time." James announces nearly tossing himself onto the bed crawling over to Liliena and giving her a kiss.

"What did Sprout say?" He asks finally breaking away after a few extra pecks.

"I've healed exceptionally well given the circumstances." She hums before leaning in to press her lips against his. She repeats his action with a smile on her face. "And said, if I think I'm ready, then I can have sex again. Also, I'm en route to start my birth control again, even if it had failed me the first time and gave me my three little miracles."

James beams at her easily rolling over on top of her slotting a leg between Liliena's and presses a kiss to her neck. Her shirt was already buttoned open at the top allowing him to trail down her chest. If there was one thing that Liliena could trust James with, it was his admiring her body rather than picking and pulling every flaw apart since her pregnancy began. She was in no shape or form of her pre-pregnancy body, she had stretch marks and flabby skin with a new thin scar on her lower stomach right above her hipbones and her breasts had grown at least a bra size up from the breastfeeding now that she was in the clear, she could start working out to lose the excess weight and shifted appearance.

James has seen the worst and best of her. And he's never looked at her differently once besides the soft looks of support when she was in agony or pain from the birth. If there were anyone she'd allow to worship her, it was James.

"I wonder what your breast milk tastes like," James mumbles into her skin.

"That's weird. Don't be weird." She giggles.

"What?" He presses a kiss to the column of her throat. "Why? I'm sure many women and their partners have tasted theirs."

"I haven't."

"Yeah, well, can I?"

Liliena scrunches her face at him. She places the palm of her hand onto his sternum pushing him away an arm's length to stare at him with furrowed eyebrows. James waits hopeful with a crooked smile plastered on his face. Then he brings out the soft begging. "Please?"

"Fine." She caves with little pressure. "Don't make it weird though." She unbuttons the remainder of her shirt. "I still do feed three babies after all."

"You mean don't sexualise breastfeeding?" He points out in a know-it-all tone.

"Exactly. Don't be like Teddy."

James chuckles pressing a kiss on her fluttering pulse on her neck.

"Don't blame the boy. He's just naturally curious. I mean, I wouldn't have been that painfully obvious at his age but that doesn't mean I wouldn't attempt to sneak a peek. You do have nice tits after all."

Liliena narrows her eyes on him and moves to rebutton the one she just undone. James quickly grabs her hands with a pathetic whining sound. "No. I'm sorry. How do I do it? How... how you want me?"

He sits up on his knees and gestures to her breasts. "Do I just latch on and suck? Or would you rather me get a glass? Squeeze it in there or... I mean, there's a few ways I could taste..."

"I thought you were talking about straight from my breasts!" She hisses at him also sitting up on the headboard of the bed. James smiles crookedly at her. "I mean, I'm open to the option."

Liliena rolls her eyes with a groan and rests her head back and covers her face. "Just do whatever pleases you."

James wasn't told twice before he dips down and presses his lips to hers slowly making his move down her neck. As he reaches the swell of her left breast he reaches out with his hand groping around her nipple. He licks her skin swirling around the areola before latching on. Teasing her he bites down gently earning himself a soft moan from Liliena then licks the budded nipple before he attempts to suck gently. At first, it didn't come straight out so he added some movement with his tongue like he'd seen his youngest children use to feed themselves. It didn't take much effort to get a taste of the sweet milk.