Page 25 of The Alpha's Sin
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.
I nearly jump out off the bed—is that my G-spot? I thought it was a myth! But there’s nothing mythical about the deep pleasure I feel. At the same time, the pad of his thumb starts circling my aching clit, sending sparks of pleasure flying through my body.
And then he reaches up and cups one of my breasts. I cry out again as he tugs at one tight nipple. Oh God, I can’t take much more of this! I’m already on the edge.
Part of me can’t believe I’m doing this—can’t believe I’m spread out naked on my brother-in-law’s bed while he rubs and strokes and caresses me…while he tugs my nipples and pets my pussy. But the other part doesn’t even care. I’ve never felt so sensitive before—it’s like having Logan touch me has turned my whole body up to a higher pitch. Or maybe it’s the pregnancy or a combination of the two. Either way, it’s driving me crazy and I know I’m going to come soon.
“Logan…Logan!” I moan, writhing as he strokes and teases me. “Oh God, I’m so close…so close!”
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he growls. “Come for me. Want to feel your soft little pussy squeezing my fingers while I stroke inside you.”
His hot, dirty words and the way he’s looking at me with those burning, half-lidded eyes pushes me over the edge almost as much as the way he’s touching me. I’m moaning and gasping, my hips bucking as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever hand breaks over me, drenching me in pleasure and exploding outward from deep inside.
“Oh…oh!” I moan and then Logan’s mouth is on mine and he’s swallowing my cries as he kisses me hungrily.
I put my arms around his neck and drag him even closer, wanting more of him. His mouth tastes hot and spicy and our tongues clash as he keeps working me, stroking and rubbing as my orgasm goes on and on and on…
At last, I collapse, panting. I break the kiss, turning my head to the side a little.
“No more!” I moan softly, twitching my hips. “God, I can’t, Logan—I’m all worn out!”
At once, he’s all tenderness.
“Poor little kitten,” he rumbles. Withdrawing his fingers, he sucks them clean of my juices while I watch, wide-eyed. Wow—he really seems to like my flavor! Then he lays down beside me on the bed and draws me into his arms.
I give a little moan of satisfaction as I settle against him.
“Oh, that was exactly what I needed,” I tell him.
“Mmm, I’m glad it made you feel better.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head. “Do you feel more relaxed now?”
“So much more relaxed.” I sigh contentedly.
