Aleena

It wasn't easy at first. Coming to the States and coping among the foreigners as a Brown girl. Life had been difficult till I pulled through and with my talent, landed in one of the prestigious law firms in New York. Eventually people came to respect and accept me.

It still feels like yesterday when I came here and now it's been almost 6 years. And I have even managed to fall in love with a well-known Industrialist. To whom I ended up being married after one year of blissful dating.

Asher Milestone is the sweetest soul I have ever had the privilege of meeting and knowing. We met through a professional way, his company needed some legal help from mine and I was assigned to work in that case.

Our friendship grew quickly and we found ourselves spending a lot of time outside of work. But we couldn't date because of office rules, but as soon as his case ended—he won of course—he asked me out and I agreed immediately.

The spark between us was there the moment our eyes had locked.

Asher is really tall, with slender yet firm shoulders, strong looking biceps and golden blonde hair. His eyes—the color of the dark forest—always turn me into a puddle from their intensity. His sharp jawline is to die for and when he laughs, those dimples on the apple of his cheeks literally cause my breath to falter.

My Asher is perfect. In every angle. So, it wasn't long before he proposed on our first anniversary and I said yes. Guess he felt the same way about me too.

Our wedding ceremony was private with my parents and a few friends from college, and his family and colleagues. The venue was gorgeous with a light touch of elegance.

We could obviously throw a grand wedding party but we didn't want to waste that money, instead we wanted to buy a house. A mansion faraway from the bustling crowd, surrounded by nature, offering us the world's privacy.

He also orchestrated the wedding to be private because he wanted me to wear my traditional clothing, a saree, without feeling uncomfortable from the others' stares. My sweet love.

Asher loves me in sarees, Aghanoors, simple kurtis or just frock style kamizes with threads in the front and all. He always buys me these clothes whenever we go to malls. He says they make my body look more sexy.

Who am I to say no to my husband? No one. I'd do anything he asks me to.

Over the first month of our wedding, I came to discover something. Asher's utmost love and desire with my breasts.

Yeah, he did love and gave them attention even before we got married but there was always a limitation since I wanted to let the boundaries break after wedding. So, as soon as the said boundaries broke, his obssession became clear as day.

And to no one's surprise, I have become just as fond of his antics. Having him nestled between my arms as he played with my breasts or suckled them has to be the best feeling in the world.

Seeing him so sated and soothed as he slept using my nipple as a pacifier ignited a fire within me, a fire of fierce love and protection. Which soon intensified when I learnt about his abusive past. How his foster parents used to hurt him and beat him if he didn't work for them, eventually another family adopted him and he found his ultimate peace.

I'm forever thankful to his now parents for giving my lover the life he deserves.

It slowly made a lot of sense. The nightmares, the sudden fevers and shivering at night, or involuntarily crying out in sleep.

My heart breaks every time these happen but over the course of our marriage, they have reduced a lot. And it helps whenever he sleeps with my nipple in his mouth, though he's mostly shy to ask.

He doesn't need to ask. I just guide it to his lips when I'm awoke from his fitful slumber. And pull it away before he wakes up so he doesn't feel embarrassed.

We have been married for 4 months now, falling more in love every single day.

Yet whenever I tell him, assure him, countless of times that it's okay to have me in every way he wants, he just shakes his head and denies the help saying his clinginess might make me uncomfortable.

Who would tell this man that comforting him and keeping him happy is the sole will of my life?

How do I make him understand that he's my first and foremost priority and my love for him knows no bound?

Well, even if he's a stubborn ass, I'll make sure to keep reminding him of my love again and again, till he actually believes me.

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Edit:- I've removed the milk part from my stories because I'm not comfortable with it anymore.

But they will still remain a breastfeeding kinda story. Check the new tags and yeah.