Her words filled him with a soft glow. "You are my angel, I'm certain of it. Now since I've been assured that you are mine, I'm going to exercise my privilege and enjoy you."
He slid down in her arms and his lips took the nipple of one of her full breasts. With a deep sigh of contentment, he slowly and softly suckled for sheer pleasure and comfort. His arm reached over to her well curved rear, and he slid his fingers deep between her cheeks, merely to have a grip to pull her even more tightly close. Though his fingertips felt her tight hole, he didn't press in. Later, if she desired, he could tease her there.
For now, her soft curves, the warm feel of her around his hand, his leg over hers protectively, her tummy to his chest and her arms around his head and shoulders, and her breasts again his cheek and lips. These were more than sufficient for his peace and happiness. Slowly, his breathing slowed and her slept.
In her arms were no nightmares of his family's accident; no self doubt or recrimination; no fear; only love.
It was hours later that he awoke with milk on his cheek. No woman wanted to be compared with a cow, but she was quite voluminous in her milk, which he adored. Softly, unsure if she slept, he pressed his lips to her, tongue grazing to stiffen her, and he drank from her. Then, with his well-wetted mouth, he moved down to lick over and wet her folds, suckling her until she swelled and was dripping.
As he finished, he slid up to kiss her lips. "Hello darling. I hope that was a nice wake up call. Mind if I slide myself across your lips and tease your clit with my tip? If you want to roll atop me, we can see what happens."
He was as hard as he ever remembered, ready if she was.