Summary: Adam returns to Boston after receiving word of his grandfather’s deteriorating health, and becomes reacquainted with a friend from his final years at college who helps console him through his grief.

R – Rating: For Mature Audience only – If you are easily offended by explicit sexual content, please do not read.  (My second adventure in writing erotic.)

His First Time Series:

His First Time
Return to Boston

RETURN TO BOSTON

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The weeks had been exhausting, ever since Adam had received the wire. He had hated to leave his family at such a precarious time, but this couldn’t wait. He had to return to Boston, his grandfather was dying.

In sight of his ultimate destination, he grew anxious as the passenger car in which he was riding reached its destination. It had been six years since Adam had left Boston to return home to the Ponderosa, having earned his degree at Harvard. Pulling into the station, he remembered his last night in the city.

Before he said goodbye to his Grandfather, he first needed to say goodbye to ‘Aunt’ Amelia and Eve.

In the main dining hall of Amelia’s Gentlemen’s Club, Adam ate a fine supper with an excellent bottle of wine with the mother and daughter. They sipped coffee with their desserts before Amelia finally stated, “Your room is ready,” and left the two young people.

Once in Eve’s private quarters, she asked, “So, what would your mother say if she knew you were here?” and pulled at his string tie.

For almost two years, Adam had thought about that question, the one Eve had asked the first time he sat in this room and now he could finally answer. “She’d be pleased that her little boy was properly shown how to be man, and that he learned how to please a woman.”

The two spent the night in the softness of her bed, exploring each other, but there was no reticence on behalf of the man as there had been the first time. Over the time they had known each other, it was expected that Adam would visit the Gentlemen’s Club as often as his class schedule and studying would allow. And Eve made sure Adam knew her calendar well.

He never wanted to say goodbye, but in his heart he knew he had to return home to the Ponderosa and his family. He never voiced the question he so wished to ask, would she marry him. So, with his degree in hand, he closed his heart and left Boston, and its pleasures.

*****

Boston had grown and become more crowded, a sign of progress they said.

Since he first stepped off the train, this trip had been as dreary an experience as the weather he now suffered. As he traveled across the country he’d kept in contact at every stop, advising on his progress and praying that he’d arrive in time.

It had been a long time since he’d felt the grief that pulled at him when he received the wire notifying of his grandfather’s deteriorating health.   A grief now compounded that he was not allowed one last ‘goodbye’ before death claimed his soul, had he only been notified one day sooner. From one stop to the next, he authorized the required arrangements and set times for various meetings, and now he kept those meetings and paid for the arrangements. More by rote than by emotions, he’d shut them down in order to function.

*****

Feeling the heavens grieved with him, Adam stood at the gravesite for the burial service for his grandfather. Many fine citizens and sailors stood shoulder to shoulder to say goodbye to a man they knew and admired.

He left the cemetery and stepped into the hansom cab; it began to move even without him telling the driver where to go. He curiously looked up when they stopped, not recognizing the face of the building as that of his grandfather’s attorney where he had expected to arrive. The rain subsided as he realized they were outside of Amelia’s Gentlemen’s Club. Carefully stepping from the cab, he crossed the cobblestone sidewalk as the porter opened the door to allow him inside.

“Good evening Mr. Cartwright. Miss Williams is expecting you,” the porter stated, tipping his hat to the gentleman.

*****

Adam was escorted through the main hall, he looked to find Amelia and was slightly disappointed to not see the woman moving from table to table. He smiled at the memory of his first introduction to the woman and owner of Amelia’s.

The matronly looking woman who walked in front of him knocked twice on the closed door before she opened it and motioned for Adam to enter. As the door closed behind him, he noticed the lit candelabra that stood in the center of the table that was set for dinner in Eve’s private quarters.

“Welcome home, Adam,” Eve purred in her southern drawl as she entered from her bathing room, dressed in a richly brocaded gown. “I’m sorry to hear about your grandfather, he was a well respected gentleman. Many a guests have discussed him while in the lounge.”

“At least his doctor said he didn’t suffer that long.”

“I can order supper, if you’re hungry.”

*****

Adam averted his eyes and gazed at the tiny buttons down the front of her bodice, just six of them; he dreamed of unfastening each one. Sitting in close proximity to the woman, Adam felt a flush creep to his face.

In the years since he had left Boston to return to Virginia City, Adam had not been celibate, he’d seen to his own needs in the rooms above the Silver Dollar or one of the other establishments around town that provided such services. He knew his father was not pleased with his adventures, but he was a grown man. And this man had showed the various ‘ladies’ what it was like to be with Adam Cartwright. He was an ardent lover who also sought to please his partner, but never had another woman aroused or pleased him as much as his memories of Eve.

“I’m not hungry for food,” Adam finally answered. He felt guilty for standing there when he had just buried a beloved family member.

Seeing her for the first time in years, as she walked towards him, he noticed the added roundness of her hips and the fullness of her breasts, and the sight only increased his desires. He wondered if being there… ‘No, I’ve paid my proper respects to my grandfather.’

“But you are hungry?” Eve’s eyes shone in hopeful askance.

Adam nodded, pulling the string tie from his shirt collar.

“Let me. Don’t you remember anything I taught you?” Eve unfastened the buttons of his shirt. Her hands slipped through the opening and toyed with the dark hair previously hidden from view.

Adam’s attention was distracted when he heard a soft mewing.

Following his gaze, Eve spoke, “Adam, I guess I should introduce you to Stewart Andrew Williams.”

Eve walked to the far side of her bed where Adam saw a bassinet and she pulled a baby from within.

“But…”

Cradling the infant in her arms she said, “He’s not yours. It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other for that to have happened.”

“But I thought Amelia…”

“Momma was good at keeping such records, but I guess I miscalculated.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Adam turned to leave, he now knew the reason for the added fullness that enticed at him.

“Adam, wait…” Eve pleaded. “Momma died two years ago, and in my grief, I didn’t keep my records as I should have. I thought at first when I missed, it just the stress of her death… But then the doctor told me I was pregnant.”

Adam breathed deeply as the infants hands grasped the fabric of Eve’s bodice and pulled, revealing more of her creamy flesh.

“How old is the boy?” Adam inquired in distraction.

“He’s four months…” Eve carried her son and walked over to Adam.

“And the father?”

“Killed in a carriage accident, two weeks before we were to be married; I met Andrew and we fell in love.”

“He proposed?” Adam earnestly needed to know.

“He proposed before I knew I was pregnant. We loved each other, almost as much as I loved you.” Eve admitted. “I promised him I would give up entertaining… I had to some degree after mother’s death, but then I saw him in the lounge…”

“Then I really shouldn’t be here.”

“Adam, I have needs too… I haven’t been with another man since Andrew was killed. Amelia left the Club to me in her Will, so like Momma, I’m the owner, no longer one of the girls. Adam… please…”

“If you’ve not been with a man since… Have you kept your calendar?”

Eve shook her head, “There were complications… The doctor said it would be a miracle if I ever were to conceive again.”

Adam was torn, he so desired the woman in front of him, but she was a mother.

“Please Adam, I don’t want to beg.” Her shoulders shuddered, the baby in her arms voiced his distress.

Adam pulled Eve and the child into his arms, rocking her, trying to calm her tears and her fears.

“Shhhh… I’m here,” Adam whispered, tilting her chin up and placing his lips to hers, his tongue didn’t have to ask permission to enter her mouth and tease her tongue. Knowing nothing could happen with the child between them, Adam retreated, but kept his arm around her shoulders.

“He’s a handsome baby,” Adam longingly stated.

Amelia looked to her child and decided to lay him back down in his bassinette.

Returning to stand before Adam, her hands fumbled slightly as she reached for the final buttons of his shirt and slipped them through their restraints. She pulled his shirt from the waistband of his trousers. Adam stretched out his arms, palms up in supplication offering Eve to do as she needed. Her body was already reacting as she hurriedly unfastened his belt.

Adam forced himself to breathe and encouraged Eve to slow down, to enjoy what she so desperately desired.

“I’m here,” Adam whispered. “It’s just you and me. Take your time… enjoy yourself, and me.”

Adam reached for Eve; he unfastened the six buttons on the front of her gown that he supposed made it easier for her to allow her child access to her breasts. Adam looked into her eyes as he draped the edges open, revealing more of her silky skin. He waited… wanting to make sure she was ready, waited as she had all those years ago with a young man and his first sexual encounter with a woman.

“Please…” Eve whispered.

Still standing in front of her, the pale skin and fullness of her breasts seductively teased the man, his own member growing against the closure of his pants, as he took in the sight. On the front of her camisole that barely covered her, he noticed the wet circles that settled over her nipples. Her fullness encouraged her areolas to peek over the cotton material of her camisole. He remembered that first morning he’d left Amelia’s and how he had wetted her camisole, he cocked his head sideways.

Embarrassed at her body’s betrayal, Eve turned from Adam. “The doctor said I would continue to over produce milk because I gave birth to twins. Amelia Cecelia died the day after she was born, she was too small… The doctor called her a blue baby.”

“I’m so sorry…” Adam wrapped his arms around her. “What has the doctor said about…” Adam asked in concern as he watched her hands cover the wetness, he wanted those hands to be his; to feel the fullness and warmth, an open display of his love and compassion.

“The doctor said I was fully recovered… In the past, when one of the other girls has miscalculated, the doctor said it was okay to resume entertaining three months after the baby’s birth. Adam, if you’d rather not, I understand how I must look.” Eve began to button the top of her gown, Adam’s hands stopped her.

Reaching for her hand to turn her around, Adam stated, “Motherhood is the most blessed time for any woman, and you are beautiful as you are. Eve, I need you as much as you need me.”

Her milk-filled breasts strained at the fabric of her camisole and as her body responded to Adam’s proximity, the wet circles around her nipples increased.

“I guess I should nurse Stewart first. I didn’t expect this to happen.”

Graciously Adam offered, “Let me help you.”

Adam smiled, reached up and untied the strings that closed Eve’s camisole and walked with her as she went back to her son. Adam held Stewart as Eve settled herself on the chaise lounge and positioned her breast in order for her son to nurse. Adam watched and swallowed hard, wishing that to be him instead of an infant taking the tantalizing fob into his mouth. Minutes passed before Eve laid her son on her lap and fully untied her camisole top and pulled it open exposing both her alluring breasts; exhaling deeply at the release of pressure. And at the same time causing Adam to tighten his loins.

From the moment he’d been laid down, Stewart voiced his objection until he found his mother’s other breast placed into his mouth. Hungrily the infant slurped as he suckled. Adam watched, mesmerized, thinking on how he had never nursed at his own mother’s breast; all he had ever known was a bottle.

He thought on the passionate nights he had spent with Eve during his college years and knew they didn’t come close to this bond, this sensual position she assumed and it beguiled him. As the infant suckled, creamy colored milk settled around his mouth; Adam grew envious of the baby.

The suckling slowed and stopped with Stewart falling asleep, nipple still in his mouth. Eve handed her son to Adam. Carefully, Adam placed the baby back within his bassinet and covered him with a blanket. He walked in to Eve’s private bath; from there he retrieved a damp washcloth and handed it to the mother.

“I’ve overheard Doctor Martin talking with new mothers when I’ve been in the waiting room of his clinic,” Adam’s cheeks tinged red, “and thought you might like a moment to clean yourself.”

Eve looked to him for an explanation.

“Not that I had anything to do with the new mothers, it would be times when we had to deal with an injured ranch hand or…”

“Your youngest brother?” Eve hinted and smiled.

“Yeah, Little Joe. It’ll be a miracle if he survives to reach his majority.”

Eve took the rag and carefully cleaned her baby’s slobber and her own milk residue before she set the rag aside and repositioned herself within her clothes. Adam’s pants had grown increasingly tighter as he’d watched. To relieve his discomfort, Adam returned the wash cloth to the bathing room.

“Grace will be here shortly to take Stewart for the night…” Eve spoke, knowing that her ‘second’ mother would soon arrive.

“Mr. Cartwright, will you be dining with us tonight,” the matronly Grace asked as she entered the room.

“Grace, Adam won’t be dining with us tonight, but he will be staying with me.”

“Good night then, Miss Williams,” she exited the room with the infant.

Once the door was closed, Adam re-entered the room and stood behind Eve, who stood by the empty bassinet. One by one he slipped the tiny buttons, down the back of her gown through the loops that held them closed. He turned her to face him, and pulled the gown from her shoulders, letting it drape down to hang from her waist. Alert eyes met his as he looked upon her. Once again his fingers nimbly untied her camisole and pulled teasingly at the strings to loosen them. He reached for the hem and began to lift it up. Eve raised her arms and closed her eyes as the material ran over her nipples, inciting them to harden. As the garment passed her face, she felt tender lips upon hers. His tongue sought entry into her mouth. She shivered at Adam’s touch to the sides of her still tender breasts. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of a man’s hands upon her skin for the first time in so long. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Even though his hands were more calloused than she remembered, his movements were gentle.

The tantalizing orbs came alive as he lifted and kneaded her flesh, the milk sacs within jiggled from his attention. Stepping around to her back, Adam unfastened the final buttons down the small of her back while at the same time blowing his breath down over her shoulder, watching as her nipple react.

He coerced the gown and the layers of slips past her hips; when he stood up, he nuzzled the base of her neck. Eve laid her head back to Adam’s chest, one hand to her throat, the other, on her no longer flat stomach.

Adam sensed her tension, “You’re beautiful, just the way you are.”

His hands floated back to her breasts, arousing them and she relaxed. Moments passed before she turned around and began to unfasten and pull open his trousers before pushing them past his hips. Gravity pulled them and his belt the rest of the way to the floor.

Adam stepped from his boots and trousers, and with her dress in a puddle on the floor, he leaned down and picked her up. His hands cupping her firm buttocks as she wrapper he legs around him. He carried her to the high four-poster bed that sat center to the room, and placed her on the thick mattress. He knelt in front of her and unclipped her stockings from her garters surrounding her thighs, and slid the hosiery down her leg. He delicately held her calf and ankle while nibbling on her toes and then the inside of her knee before he unsheathed her other leg, repeating the nibbling. As she lay back, he slipped her under garment past her hips and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts heaved with her breath, as she raised one leg, bent at the knee placing her foot on the bed. She writhed in anticipation as she moved to a more comfortable position. As he watched, he wanted so desperately to take one of those orbs into his mouth, to taste the sweet life of motherhood; his loins tightened at the prospect.

But seeing he was nearer to something else just as seductive, he slid his hand beneath Eve’s hips and lifted, nipping at the inside of her thighs he made his way to her womanhood, but hesitated before reaching his destination. Looking up, he saw eager anticipation in her eyes.

Seeing his eyes raise up, she ran her hands teasingly over her breasts and whispered, “You’ve been denied too long… Take one into your mouth. Tonight they’re yours.”

Adam abandoned his position to crawl the length of her body, all the while eyeing his anticipated prize and pulling her into the middle of the bed before allowing himself to think about what was to come. Adam kissed her flesh, there was nothing new to this, he’d done it many times before, as he had also run his tongue around her areolas and licked until they stood firm. Years before, he’d pleasured at taking her nipples into his mouth and suckled upon them, but now, with milk seeping from within; he timidly waited for her, for her encouragement one more time.

Eve moaned in anticipation of the passion that welled within her, causing her milk to slowly flow.

For years he’d held onto a hunger from long denied passion; saloon girls were never as accomplished as this woman who lay beneath him, but that never stopped him from giving them full pleasure. Yet, the woman who had taught him how to be an ardent lover now had something to offer him that no one ever had offered before. Adam tentatively took the precious gift into his mouth suckling gently, tasting the milk and her flesh.

Emotions overwhelmed her, far surpassing her expectations. “More,” Eve moaned with pleasure, having not expected the potency of this tactile sensation even as her son had nursed from her breasts. She should have expected the strength; after all, he was a man and not an infant drawing out sustenance.

Adam slipped more of the engorged breast into his mouth, his tongue working feverishly to pull the fluid from her. Passion drove Adam to enclose as much of her flesh as he could, pushing his face into her breast before pulling at her milk, tasting the warm fluid that flowed. His suckling turned deeper and longer, desperate to satiate the innate desire that burned within.

When Eve cuddled Adam’s head and crooned, “Like a babe, Adam. Just like your mother’s breast.” An image invaded Adam’s mind, of him fully grown at his mother’s breast, causing him a shocking moment of embarrassment; Adam gasped and sat back.

“I shouldn’t,” Adam whispered, almost a cry, as he fought down his emotions.

“Please Adam, they hurt so much because they’re full… Please… like a…,” Eve pleaded as she sat up. Understanding his expression, she knew what she had done. She pulled Adam’s hands to her breasts, she held them there. “I’m not your mother, Adam. I’m a woman with needs and desires.” Letting go of his hands, she sat forward and placed the object of his desire to his lips.

Feeling his yearning reignited, he blocked all thoughts from his mind, together they lay back; Eve below Adam. He began humming as her hands continued stroking him as he suckled her.

These sensations were new to him and he hungered for more; and not like a babe at its mother’s breast, but as a man in the throes of an exquisite arousal he had never experienced. Minutes passed before Adam rose to his hands and knees and took her other breast into his mouth and drank of its life giving milk.

Eve moved her hands to his manhood, and encouraged him to suckle in longer, harder draughts; the sensation tingled her core, and her body pleaded for more.

His palm settled on her fleshy stomach moving in small circles before his fingers made their way to her womanhood, her legs already parting, her hips elevating. Slowly he penetrated her, one finger in and out and then two, his hand increased its tempo in response to her moaning in pleasure. But never did he relinquish his attention above.

*****

When her flow of milk subsided, Adam slipped from the bed and pulled her to the edge. He kneeled once again between her legs, his hands supporting her hips, his tongue attaining the soft folds of her womanhood. His tongue pulsed in and out, he teethed on her fleshy folds, emboldened by legs spread apart wider, he thrust deeper. Deeper he sought to push his tongue, lapping, nipping, licking, suckling, retracting only to penetrate again, rapidly flicking in and out. Eve arched her back, raising her hips higher, strongly clutching the sides to her bed, calling out his name as Adam fulfilled what her body had desperately longed to experience.

She cried out; Adam lowered her hips to the bed. Heavy breaths continued as Eve eyed him hungrily; she sat up and pushed him to lie on the bed. Delicately, she brought his nipples erect as she suckled and blew over him. Her hands floated to his manhood and as Adam remembered, she knew how to please. And she didn’t disappoint; like years before, her fingers sent tendrils of tantalizing sensations coursing through his soul. It wasn’t a surprise when she lowered her head and opened her mouth. He raised his hips in anticipation and moaned as her ministrations drove him to the brink of what was close to psychosis. The moisture from her tongue as it painted long strokes up and down the length of his shaft only added to the heat he felt, she nibbled and licked around its head, before taking the organ as much as she could into her mouth. She suckled and pulled harder in response to Adam’s moans, as she slipped her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. She swallow the fluids in which she had enticed to exit, but she knew that was not all, only what he couldn’t prevented from being expelled. The air cooled around his manhood as she released him, his member still erect and jutting away from his pelvis, but only for a moment. Her hand surrounded his member as she crawled forward and straddled him, he felt the wet warmth as she guided him to breach her opening.

Throwing her head back, she gasped as she sat upright; the sensation as he finally glided into her was more than she remembered. She sat squarely on top of him and felt him thrust deep within. Her hips rocked in accord with the music in her mind, the same music drove Adam to rapture.

Her opening accepted him with a little resistance as he broke through the contracting muscles, but once inside he felt her moist heat as each moved in rhythm with the other. They both experienced a sexual orgasm as her inner muscles contracted and opened around his stiff and enlarged organ, and raked across her sensitive tissue. Back and forth, in and out, the two still hungered for more with every thrust.

Adam reached for the delicate orbs as they danced up and down, side to side with Eve’s every movement. He tweaked the nipples, encouraging more milk to leak out as he kneaded her flesh. When he felt a greater desire, Adam reached an arm around her back and flipped positions so Eve was under him. No longer was conscious thought in control of his movements, his seed spewed forth as he reached his anticipated climax. His lungs gasped for breath as he strained and pushed his pelvis forward, his manhood elongated as much as it could, deeply embedded, and pulsing.

Reaching the height of her own climax, Eve received everything her one-time lover had to offer, she gasped as she pushed her upturned pelvis into his, her legs entwined over his back, pulled him deeper into herself, begging him to go as deep as possible. She felt him release his seed within.

And then there was in a void, absence of pleasure, lost in gratification; two entwined bodies, drained of strength, lay together and fell to sleep.

*****

Morning glinted the bedroom window when Adam entered Eve’s private bath. With a smile she admired his flesh. A quiet knock on the hallway door answered by come in, and the door opened. Grace entered with Stewart and left once he was ensconced in his mother’s arms.

From the doorway, Adam admiringly watched as Eve lowered the sheet from her shoulders and sat up. Yet, for a moment, he didn’t remember either of them covering up before falling asleep and he did remember pushing the sheet from his body before he rose.

As she placed her son to her breast, again Adam’s loins tightened. Her pale flesh appeared to pulsate and take on a rosy glow as the child nursed. Adam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the unoccupied orb; he wanted to take it into his hand, if not his mouth.

“Come with me to Virginia City,” Adam looked into Eve’s eyes.

“I can’t.”

“Are you going to go back to entertaining?” Adam asked.

“No, not as the owner, and especially not with Stewart.”

“Are you going to raise him here?”

“For the time.”

“And what will you do after I leave…” Adam inquired. His concern was not just for her, but for her health and what she had told him concerning her overabundance of milk.

Understanding Adam’s concern, she answered, “The doctor and I spoke last week, he said I should bind my chest and after a few weeks it would reduce and ultimately stop my milk production. He felt that as much as I was producing, there was no way Stewart could drink it all, as you saw last night.” Eve smiled in appreciation. “And it could be harmful to his health for him to try. The doctor honestly suggested that I should bottle feed him, that way he wouldn’t grow too big, too soon, because of the excess amount of nutrients in my milk.”

“And you haven’t done it yet?” inquired Adam.

“No… I heard about your grandfather’s deteriorating health, and knew that you’d come. I wanted to share this with you.”

“I don’t understand? If it is a matter of your health…” Adam was fast to her side.

“Adam, when we first met, you told me your mother died giving birth to you. You made no mention of a wet nurse, so I presumed you were bottle fed. When I heard you were coming, I wanted to give this to you. To let you experience what it was like to drink from a mother’s breast…”

Eve paused to evaluate Adam.

“I didn’t do this only for you… Adam, I needed you… I wanted this for you. But last night became so much more… With you, for the night… I was no longer a mother. You’ve helped fulfill a fantasy I’ve had ever since I met you. I know I should be ashamed… When I found out I was pregnant, I had hoped to share a moment like last night with Andrew, but I gave up that dream when he was killed… Don’t think of yourself as second best, either. This dream originated with you and I was wanting to share this with Andrew because the child was his.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Adam, in the past, any time a man takes my breast into his mouth, as you did every time we were together, it’s a totally different sensation than when Stewart suckles for sustenance. And last night, was even different from that. No one has ever given pleasure to me as you. Andrew came close… Don’t ask me why, but after Stewart’s birth, I grew curious of what it would be like to have a man drink… As the owner, there was no one with whom I cared enough about to share this experience. But then your grandfather…”

“And I came…”

“Having you here… It was more than I imagined or longed for. It aroused something deep within me, as you ‘nursed.’ I longed deep to the point of pain, it was exquisite… quite exquisite.”

Eve didn’t look to her son who lay at her breast; the expression in her eyes was only for Adam. She felt the desire between her own loins of an ache that could never be satisfied by the bearing of a child again.

“I think Stewart is finished for the morning…” Adam offered to take the child from Eve’s breast. “I’ll change him, if you don’t mind.”

“Grace will be in here soon,” Eve answered.

“Like Amelia?”

“She’s taken on the role of a motherly figure for me and the girls. I needed help when I was pregnant. She looks over us as well as Momma ever did.”

“Then she was in here… earlier,” Adam’s cheeks reddened. “I don’t remember either of us falling asleep under the sheet.”

“That’s Momma Grace for you,” Eve smiled. Having Grace there was a comforting reminder of her mother’s nightly visits to her girls’ rooms when they were entertaining guests.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Adam answered.

Eve laid Stewart on the bed, and stood before proceeding to her bathroom. A few minutes later she heard Adam walking across the floor.

“I see you still have the same tub. Shall I ready it for you?” Adam stated as he came to stand behind her in front of her full length mirror, gazing in appreciation at the naked beauty in front of him. Eve shook her head no, in regret.

“I still say you should come home with me,” his hands caressed her hips. “Let me take you away from here.”

“What would your family say?”

“They won’t say anything. Not when I tell them you’re to be my wife.”

“I’m sure I’d be the topic of gossip for years to come.”

“Eve, my family would never judge you. . . My youngest brother, Joe. . .” Adam waited to see if Eve remembered what he had said years ago. “Before she met my father, she entertained men at her cousin’s gambling establishment. Though Pa never said she took men to her bed. . . Pa would welcome you and Stewart. No one else need know about your work, only that you’re a young widowed mother. . . And I love you.”

“I’ve never stopped loving you, Adam.”

“Does that mean you’ll come?”

“I own Amelia’s. I have a responsibility to my girls.” Eve shook her head as her hands came to her breasts, “They’re still so painfully full.”

“Let me.” Adam wanted to lead Eve back to bed, but paused when he heard the knock and the outer door open.

“Just me, Miss Eve,” Grace called as she entered. Walking across the floor she couldn’t help but look beyond the partially opened door and saw the naked backside of the well muscled man who stood behind her employer. She smiled before diverting her gaze to the baby who was starting to make sounds that his diaper needed changed.

****

When it was once again only the two of them in the room, Eve sat down on her bed and leaned back against the headboard.

“Grace won’t come back until I call for her,” Eve stated as Adam looked to the door. “And no, I never installed those locks.”

Taking Adam in her arms, she cradled him on his back, across her thighs as if he were a baby. She teased him as she moved her nipple around before she placed it to his lips. She reveled at each strong pull he made to drink of her breast milk once again. Her lover didn’t slurp as her son did, every last drop he swallowed. Her own loins desired more as she wondered how they would manage to change positions to give him access to her other breast; the man in her arms was somewhat larger than an average baby.

Wrapping his arm behind the small of her back, Adam gave up her breast and slid Eve to lie on the bed, on all fours over her, he took her other breast within his hand and led the nipple to his mouth and suckled deeply while his hand played with her other breast, tweaking her erect. He moaned as her hand circled and kneaded his manhood and brought it full.

“I think I’m finished,” teased Adam as the flow of milk lessened.

Still on all fours, Adam growled in appreciation as he allowed her to guide him and slip into her opening, her legs splayed wide, pelvis reaching upwards. As he had hours before, he rejoiced in the sensation as he expelled his seed into her.

*****

After the funeral, Adam hadn’t been able to bring himself to stay in his grandfather’s home; and so he was warmly welcomed by the girls and other staff members of Amelia’s Gentlemen’s Club each night after spending the day performing his duties regarding his grandfather’s estate. Striding through the corridors to Eve’s room, Adam knew the other women gazed after him, wondering… wishing… longing. Even the matronly Grace smiled and hummed as he walked past.

*****

As the days passed, Adam delighted in the idea of fatherhood and was truly taken by young Stewart. The infant wrapping his tiny hands around Adam’s much larger fingers and slobbered over them as he pulled them into his mouth. And as life continued in its routine, he was mesmerized at the infant and watching the child nursing from Eve; she gave him a knowing glance saying he’d just have to wait his turn.

*****

Sitting against the headboard of the bed, sheet fallen to their waists, Adam’s left arm wrapped around Eve’s shoulder as she cuddled into his embrace. He looked down as Stewart was latched onto her left breast. Teasingly, he gently blew his breath down her shoulder, erecting the nipple of her right breast encouraging the milky white fluid to flow.

“He seems to be not as hungry tonight,” Eve commented.

“Let me,” Adam answered as he took the child and bundled him for the night in his bassinet. He wasn’t worried about an unexpected visitor on a Sunday night, the club was closed and Grace had the night off.

As Adam turned around, he found one of Eve’s breasts strategically placed in front of his face, he parted his lips, but Eve pulled ever so slightly away when he tried to partake.   With her right hand, she manipulated her breast, forcing her milk to spurt into his open and objecting mouth. With his mouth still agape, Eve immediately covered Adam’s lips with hers, her tongue urgently seeking entry; she sat back and licked her lips.

She murmured, “I always wondered what I tasted like… You both seem to enjoy me…”

“And?” Adam inquired.

“I’m not sure…”

“Not sure?”

“It’s sweet tasting, but is that you or my milk?” Eve giggled.

Adam was sure that the devilish gleam in her eyes was reflected in his own. He was quick to her breast, suckled a long draught but did not swallow. Releasing her nipple he returned his lips to her mouth, opened and let her lick and extract her fluid from within. The two laughed at the absurdity of their actions, but they continued; quite fulfilled in their intimacy.

****

It had been a month since he’d stood at his grandfather’s graveside and three days since he’d settled the last of Abel Stoddard’s estate and closed on the selling of the ships chandler store. Adam knew he needed to try one more time before he left Boston for home.

As he lay next to her in the early morning pre-dawn hours, Adam asked, “Please, come with me. Be my wife.”

“I can’t Adam.” Eve hoped she could keep her resolve.

“No one needs know about your past, if you’re worried. To anyone who asks, you’re a proper young widowed mother I met while settling my grandfather’s estate,” Adam purred in her ear.

“Adam, I’m six years older than you. There’s nothing proper about that, and I’m not a widow. Andrew and I never married. As I said before, I’m sure the gossips in your town would realize the truth.”

“Please…”

“I’m sorry Adam. We both know it can never be. My life is here… continuing what my mother started.”

“What if I stay here? I can get used to Grace’s coming and going…” Adam’s eyes sparkled.

Several weeks before he’d woken once during the middle of the night after hearing Grace slip into their room to tend to Stewart. From hooded eyes, he saw her gaze upon his body, as she walked beside the bed. Eve was spooned across him, but not thoroughly enough to cover him. He was thankful he was able to prevent his body from reacting as he feigned sleep.

“No need to be embarrassed, Mr. Adam. You ain’t got anything I haven’t seen before. I got sons of my own. But Lordy, you’re as pleasing to my eyes as was my late Edward,” Grace whispered as she slipped the sheet from around their ankles and covered their bodies.

Adam royally blushed at the memory.

“Can you honestly say that you would allow me to keep working? How would you feel seeing me walking the tables every night, knowing the men were undressing me with their eyes?”

“As long as it’s only with their eyes. Once we’re married, it will be within my rights as your husband to do all the undressing, by hand, behind closed doors.”

“Adam, your place is helping your father run the Ponderosa. That’s why you came to Harvard all those years ago. What would you do here?”

“Eve, I love you…”

“Adam, this is my life and you need to return to your life. Find a woman who can give you a child you so deserve, a woman worthy of being married to you. You don’t need my baggage. We’ll always be lovers.”

“But, it’s not enough, is it?” Adam had hoped she would say she wanted more.

“It has to be…”

*****

That afternoon, Adam helped Eve bind her breasts as the doctor has instructed. He would never forget the taste of the sweet, succulent nectar she had so willingly shared with him over the course of the past month. Nor would he forget her lessons; love that went beyond sex… fervor, ardor, passion, all wrapped up in their time together; time that was at an end.

Epilogue:

From the top floor of Amelia’s Gentlemen’s Club, the sounds of a day old baby could be heard by those who waited in the hallway. They had finally gone to bed after they heard the newborn cries and were informed by Grace the baby was a girl. But now, they waited to meet the newest member of their family. When the doctor had finally allowed them within, Eve proudly introduced Elizabeth Evelyn “Ellie” Williams to her girls.

“Are you going to wire him?” one of the girls asked.

“No. He’s where he belongs with his family and I’ll not burden him.”

“But…” Grace spoke as she plumped a pillow behind the new mother.

With teary eyes, Eve said, “They say you only meet the right man once. I was lucky to have met two such men. Andrew was killed just before we were to wed, but he gave me the blessing of a son. And through Stewart, I knew what I missed out on all those years ago because of my mother’s calendars. To feel life within me grow…” She swept the black hair back from the baby’s face. “To have that baby suckle at my breast…” Eve looked at the delicate baby girl who suckled from her. “No… When Ellie’s father was here nine months ago, I told him it would be a miracle if I ever conceived again… The doctor told me I could never have any more children. Adam gave me this miracle of life, but I’ll not ruin his life by flaunting our indiscretions in front of his family and friends.”

“Eve, he loved you,” stated Grace, the portly matron who had come to Amelia’s when Eve was heavy during her first pregnancy, that baby now a strapping toddler sat on the floor, playing with his blocks. “I seen the life he put back in your eyes. I know he asked you to go with him. How could you say no?”

“Because I know what I am… A fancy establishment and expensive clothes won’t change the fact that I’m nothing more than a high-priced whore… This club allowed me to be selective in whom I chose to sell my body to, but I’m still a whore. I couldn’t let him ruin his life for me.”

“I’m sure he never thought of you in those terms,” Grace pleaded.

“I invited him back here after his grandfather’s death because I needed him.”

“I know you didn’t charge him for your time together, neither,” Grace stated. The other women in the room giggled at the revelation.

“No, what was between Adam and I was not business. I wanted him to know what it was like to suckle at a mother’s breast.” She explained about his mother’s death after birthing him, as she handed her daughter to the woman. “But at the same time,” she stood and tied closed the slightly translucent robe, walking to the full length mirror in her room. The sun from the window silhouetted her body into the fabric. “I also needed to feel like a woman again. To have someone want me… desire me.” Eve ran her hands over her breasts, envisioning it was Adam’s hands, she quivered. Facing the other women, “Ellie is mine and Adam Cartwright never need to know about her. His life is out west.”

Eve thought back on their time together. She had been with him for his final two years at Harvard. After he’d returned home, Amelia had been extremely selective in whom she introduced to her daughter. They both knew that no one would compare to Adam Cartwright, and eventually she had stopped entertaining, and teaching the inexperienced men. Eve accepted that there would never be another Adam, and so she learned the business side of her mother’s gentlemen’s club. It wasn’t until she accidentally met Andrew, after her mother’s death, that she felt a spark to be intimate with another man. A shiver coursed her body when he asked her if she was available for the evening and indicated he wanted to go upstairs. There was passion in his eyes. That night was the first night she met a man who could please her almost as had Adam.

She had longed for Adam in the weeks and months that passed as she became heavy with the pregnancy after Andrew’s death. Every time she rubbed her expanding belly or massaged her enlarged breasts, it was always Adam’s hands she visualized.

It had to be fate when she learned from her attorney that Abel Stoddard was dying and was informed that Adam was returning. She knew then what she wanted to do… what she needed. And now, she experienced another miracle of motherhood, and this time from the man who meant the most in her life.

 ~The End