Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“You can…can take them all the way off, if you want to,” I say, breathlessly. “I mean, Dr. Elizabeth did say you should massage my inner thighs.”
“Yes, she did, didn’t she?” he growls softly. And then he’s stripping my panties all the way down and sliding them off my ankles.
I moan and spread my thighs even wider for him. I can feel my pussy lips parting as he starts massaging again, this time rubbing my ass and then my inner thighs.
He’s not touching me deliberately—at least, I don’t think he is—but his knuckles are brushing my outer pussy lips and sending little shocks of pleasure right through me. I keep wishing he would touch me more—that he’d stroke inside me and slip those long fingers into my pussy to rub my aching clit. But I can’t say that, even though my body is begging for it.
I don’t know how long he goes on with the slow, inner thigh massage—long enough for me to be afraid I might make a wet spot on the dark blue duvet. But finally he says,
“All right, kitten—time to turn over.”
I do as he says, but first I take my bra all the way off. I don’t know how I have to nerve to do this—to be completely naked for him. I’m glad the room is dim and there’s just a single shaded lamp on the far nightstand turned on. But I’m so hot I can’t seem to help myself.
Logan seems to like what he sees because his eyes go lazy with lust.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he growls softly. “Thank you for trusting me to touch you…to massage you.”
“I like it when you touch me,” I tell him shyly. “It feels so good.”
“Just trying to make sure we follow the doctor’s orders,” he murmurs and gets more lotion on his hands. He starts on my arms but I wiggle restlessly.
“Dr. Elizabeth said you should massage my breasts,” I remind him breathlessly. “To help avoid stretch marks when they get bigger.”
“You mean when they fill with milk?” He raises his eyebrows at me.
“I…I guess so.” I nod. I like this idea, for some reason—the idea of my breasts being full of milk makes me feel like some kind of fertility goddess. But right now, I just want his big hands on me.
Logan doesn’t disappoint. He cups my bare breasts in his big, warm hands and begins to massage, rubbing the lotion in thoroughly and not neglecting the nipples. As he pinches them gently between his fingers, I moan and arch my back. Oh God, that feels so good! I swear I can feel it all the way down in my pussy—as though there’s some kind of line that connects the two sensitive areas.
“That’s right, baby,” Logan growls, doing it again, “Mmm, does that feel good? You like it when I massage your sweet tits and pinch your nipples?”
“Y-yes,” I pant, writhing under his hands. “It feels really good.”
“Have to get them ready to fill with milk for the baby,” he murmurs. “We want everything to be just right.”
“Yes, Logan!” I moan and arch up again. His hands are so big and capable—they feel so good on my body—so right. It’s like we belong together—like he was meant to do this for me all along.
And then those big hands are moving lower…trailing down to spread the lotion over my lower belly. Logan spends time here too, rubbing the place where I might get stretch marks when my belly grows. But then his hands slide even lower and he looks up at me.
“Spread your thighs, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes hooded with desire. “Let me get in so I can really massage them.”
Moaning softly, I do as he says. He gets a little more lotion and then he’s kneading my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing over my pussy lips in a way that makes them spread to show how wet I am inside.
“Oh…oh, Logan!” I moan softly, undulating my hips. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“But it could feel better.” He pauses, his thumbs spreading me wide and looks down into my eyes. “Would you like me to massage inside you, kitten? I’ve heard that giving a pregnant woman a sexual release can ease her tension a lot.”
“I…I’ve heard that too,” I pant, though I don’t remember hearing any such thing. But I know I want him to touch me—to touch inside me. I want those long fingers circling my clit and finger-fucking my pussy. “Please, Logan,” I plead with him. “Please touch me inside—please make me come!”
His pale eyes blaze with lust.
“I will, kitten. Just spread your legs like a good girl and let me take care of you.”
Moaning, I do as he says, opening myself as wide as I can. Logan responds by slipping two long fingers into my pussy and beginning some kind of massage.