Naomi's entire body seized. Her legs came up and locked around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back through the basketball shorts. The pressure of her thighs against my ribs was considerable. This girl hauled in fishing nets for a living before she started blasting spiral energy beams at cave monsters. Her squeeze made my floating ribs creak.
"Jace." My name came out of her mouth soaked in something between prayer and accusation. "Don't stop."
I increased to six. Kept drinking. Switched to the left breast and repositioned the bottle beneath the right. Naomi's milk production ramped up with her arousal in a direct correlation the System rewarded me for exploiting. The faster her heart beat, the more milk flowed, and the more pleasure I channeled into her nervous system, the faster her heart beat. A feedback loop that would have made any biologist deeply uncomfortable and any economist deeply jealous.
