Caminah Smuts

Kiss Me Like You Missed Me

It had been three months since Camila Cabello-Hansen had given birth to Dinah's baby, Nick Cabello-Hansen. The blonde had gotten home late that evening from her parents' house. She quietly crept through the foyer and upstairs not wanting to wake her wife or their child if they were asleep.

On the second floor, she nudged a door open to a room washed by the glow of small nightlight. Inside, she leaned over the hard-wooden crib and tentatively caressed the thin brown hairs on her son's head. He shifted slightly, his hands forming little fists and his face scrunching here and there.

"Were you good for Mommy today?" The baby yawned and his blanket fell a little from around his waist. A curve pulled at Dinah's lips, "Of course you were." She tugged the soft blanket back up to his shoulders and whispered. "Goodnight, kid."

Closing the door to the nursery, she went to her and Camila's bedroom a few footfalls away. Camila sat at the edge of their bed in a short silk night gown, applying lotion to her calves.

Without thinking, Dinah rushed to the bedside, tackling Camila against the comforting duvet. Her wife yelped, caught totally off guard. Partially amused by Dinah's playfulness, having missed her all day, but reprimanding for possibly waking up Henry, Camila punched Dinah in the chest. "Dinah! Get off of me."

"Ow!" The blonde couldn't have possibly beamed larger. "Well, Goodnight to you too Mrs. Cabello-Hansen." She attacked Camila with random pecks and sloppy open mouth kisses.

"Dinah!" The brunette tried at dodging Dinah's aimlessly prodding tongue. "You're going to wake up your son."

"No, my beloved wife. You are the one that's screaming." She grabbed at Camila's waist and tickled her ribs mercilessly. "Dinah, stop! Please."

"One condition."

"Anything!"

Dinah quit her frantic fingers, looked down with a smug expression at the brunette and said simply, "kiss me like you missed me."

Camila obliged smiling into the kiss at how much of a big, playful dork her wife was. With a final stroke to the roof of Dinah's mouth, she pulled back, dreamily. "I did miss you. Nick did too."

Another peck to the lips, Dinah divulged. "I missed you."

Rolling off of her, Dinah got up from the mattress to undress for bed. "How was he today?"

"He was wonderful. Not as cranky as he was yesterday, thankfully. But he did-"

"He what?" Dinah paused her actions near the closet to look at Camila.

"You walked all through the house in your boots?" The brunette sounded irritated watching Dinah unlace them.

Dinah sighed. "Babe, come on..." She hurried removing the last offending article of clothing leaving her in a pair of briefs. Just, briefs.

She made her way back to the bed and wrapped her arms around Camila's waist. "I was too eager to see you. I was away from you all day. I promise if I left any mud or dirt on the floors, I'll clean it up first thing tomorrow."

Fixing Dinah with a hard glare, Camila replied, "Of course you will."

"Okay," The blonde tugged Camila more to the center of the bed and saddled up behind her. "Now what were you saying?" Dinah kissed her by the head.

This was her favorite time of day, where she just lay in Dinah's arms perfectly content and with the knowledge of their son sleeping just as peacefully a room away. She felt safe and purely at home.

Camila pushed her hips back into Dinah's trying to alienate all distance between them. "Your son, he ran through eight bottles today. He hadn't nursed once since yesterday and I'm afraid he has your huge appetite."

Dinah frowned. "Is that normal? I mean, why didn't you nurse him?"

"I don't want to sound like a bad mother but my nipples have just been really sore lately and Nick..." Camila turned in Dinah's hold to face her. "When your son latches on, he latches on for dear life. My nipples are killing me." Camila sighs. "And me not nursing him is painful too because my breasts are just achingly full and... it hurts."

Dinah hated that her wife was in pain and an idea came to mind but she wasn't sure how Camila would respond. So instead of looking at her, she focused on a spot in the distance and asked, "w-what if I could help you?"

The brunette knitted her brows. "How?"

"Well, you know," Dinah started to fiddle with a loose thread in the bedding. "In some cultures it's seen as a normal act of intimacy when... you know," Dinah shrugged, "a spouse nurses from their wife or whatever. I was thinking maybe, I don't know-"

"You're rambling, dear."

Dinah quit her fidgeting and looked down at her. "I can suck your tits, if you want?"

Camila looked contemplative. "You would honestly do that for me?"

"Well, seriously, it sorta has been a fantasy of mine so, I mean i-it would be just as much a pleasure to me as it is for you."

"Alright, then..." Dinah watched her wife lower one thin strap of her nightie and the part where a dab of milk had stained the material already, revealing Camila's pert teat. "Just be gentle, Dinah. I'm incredibly sensitive right now."

"O-okay." Hesitantly, she craned her head downward where a few speckles of white liquid sat onto the mauve bud of Camila's breasts. Dinah's tongue patted the flesh picking up the milk droplets and carefully she wrapped her lips around the whole areola. She sucked slowly, drawing a little milk into her mouth — careful not to use her teeth, causing Camila to moan in relief.

Dinah allowed her sense of taste to take over and said to Camila, "You taste... sweet. Like it fruits were crushed in milk or something."

Camila nodded her head. "Thank you darling, now keep sucking."

Dinah did as she was told but laying there with her legs tangled with her wife's one — Camila combing her fingers through her blonde hair, holding Dinah's head to her chest; Dinah would be lying if she said she wasn't turned on by the situation.

The blonde rolled over so that she was lying on top of Camila. Reaching into her briefs she pulled out her erection and slipped Camila's panties aside beneath the short nightie. "I wanna make love to you, baby." She spoke around the wet nipple. "Is that okay?"

For confirmation, Camila pulled at Dinah's lower back, urging Dinah to shrug the hem of night gown up around her waist and slip easily into her.

"Mhhmmm, you feel so good... you taste so good..." Dinah hummed delighted.

"Yes, baby." Camila breathed deeply. "Dinah, you're making me feel so much better."

Dinah sucked tenderly until the right breast was no longer giving out. Assuming it was empty, she moved onto the left simultaneously grinding her hips into Camila. She raised her head, milk escaping her lips to trail down her chin. "You're so enchanting," she says to Camila, taking note of the emotions flirting across her wife's face. She re-attached her mouth to the full left breast, moaning at the warm milk filling her mouth.

By the time she emptied the second, Camila said she was in a lot less pain than before and lovingly pulled Dinah into a heated kiss, tasting her own essence in the process.

Thrusting once, twice and once more, Dinah quickly pulled out, painting ribbons onto her wife's pubic bone.