Page 27 of Rescued By Four Alphas
Her cheeks flush pink. "Shut up."
"Make me," I challenge, running the sponge in slow circles around her nipples.
She arches into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed again. The sight of her wet, flushed, responsive face makes my mouth go dry.
"Leo," she breathes, reaching for my hand.
"I've got you," I murmur, setting the sponge aside to touch her directly.
My fingers replace the sponge, circling her nipples with deliberate pressure. She moans again, louder this time, her back arching to press more firmly into my touch.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her, watching as pleasure transforms her face. "So perfect."
I caress her breast with my palm, feeling the weight of it and the softness. Her skin is hot and slick from the bathwater, making my touch glide effortlessly. When I circle her nipple with my thumb, she lets out a soft gasp that sends heat pooling in my groin.
"You like that?" I murmur, watching her face closely.
"Yes," she breathes, her eyes half-closed. "Don't stop."
I pinch her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it hardens further. Her back arches, pushing her breast more firmly into my hand. I lean down to kiss her neck, my lips trailing over her damp skin as I continue to tease her nipple.
"Both," she whispers, her voice thick with need. "Please."
I bring my other hand to her neglected breast, giving it the same attention. She moans louder now, her head falling back against the edge of the tub. The sound of her pleasure echoes off the bathroom tiles, making my cock strain painfully against my jeans.
"Leo," she pants, reaching up to tangle her fingers in my hair. "I need more."
"Tell me what you need," I say against her ear, my breath making her shiver despite the hot water.
"Touch me," she pleads. "Lower."
I slide one hand down her body, over the gentle swell of her belly where our children grow. The thought that she's carrying our babies fills me with a primal possessiveness that makes my bear stir beneath my skin.
My hand moves lower still, beneath the water, until my fingers find the soft curls between her thighs. She parts her legs eagerly, giving me better access. When I slide my fingers through herfolds, we both groan at how wet she is, and it's not from the bathwater.
"Fuck, Dahlia," I breathe, circling her clit with my middle finger. "You're soaked."
"Please," she whimpers, her hips lifting to press against my hand. "I need your fingers inside me."
I oblige, sliding two fingers into her welcoming heat. She's tight and slick, her inner walls gripping my fingers as I push them deeper and curl them upward.
"Oh god," she gasps when I find it. "Right there."
I thrust my fingers in and out while my thumb circles her clit. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub with our movements, but neither of us cares. All that matters is the building pleasure I can see on her face.
"More," she demands, grinding against my hand. "Add another finger."
I add a third finger, stretching her further. The tight fit makes her moan loudly, her head thrashing from side to side. My arousal is almost painful now, but I focus solely on her pleasure, on the way her body responds to my touch.
"Leo," she pants, her voice breaking. "It feels so good."
She grabs my forearm with both hands, using it for leverage as she fucks herself on my fingers. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and water droplets cling to her nipples. I bend down to capture one in my mouth, sucking hard as I continue to pump my fingers inside her.
"Yes!" she cries, one hand flying to the back of my head to hold me against her breast. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I increase my pace, fucking her harder with my fingers while my tongue and lips work her nipple. Her thighs begin to tremble, a sure sign she's close. I curl my fingers more firmly and press my thumb harder against her clit.
"I'm going to come," she warns, her voice high and desperate. "Leo, I'm coming!"
