Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“That was delicious, thank you.” Her soft voice pulls me from my dark thoughts and I focus on her.
“Do you want more?”
“No.” She smiles, pushing up off the couch. Once she’s standing, I watch her walk by me to take her plate toward the kitchen, and I take my last bite of food then get up and follow her.
“Just leave it,” I tell her when she starts to wash her plate. “I’ll clean up later.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I know you don’t, but I want you relaxed, not doing dishes.” I take her plate and set it on top of mine then drop both in the sink. After I shut off the water, I take her hand and lead her toward my bedroom then let her go to walk across the room and flip on the lamp. “Lie down,” I say, and she eyes me for a moment before going to the bed.
Seeing her on my bed and smiling at me, my cock twitches. “How do we do this?” she asks.
I know how I’d like to do this. I’d like nothing more than to flip her over so she’s up on all fours, slide her pants down her legs, lick her pussy until her juices are dripping down her thighs, then line up my cock and work it into her tightness until I’m settled deep inside her wet heat. I shake my head, clearing the vision of sinking into her, and give an answer that won’t scare her off. “We need to get you in a position where I can work on your shoulders and back.” I trail my fingers over her rounded stomach before taking a seat on the mattress and leaning back against the headboard. “Come up here and sit down in front of me.” I spread my legs to make room for her.
“Okay.” Her answer is whisper-soft, but she doesn’t hesitate to do as I asked. “Like this?” she asks over her shoulder after she sits with her legs stretched out and her palms pressed against the mattress to help keep her balance.
“That’s perfect, sweetheart.” I don’t miss how her plump lips tilt up at the edges before she turns to face forward again.
My hands are steady as I reach out and begin to softly rub her shoulders. As I stroke my thumbs up her neck, my dick punches against my zipper at how soft her skin is. Every time Aubrey lets me touch her is as good as the first. Better even.
I focus on loosening her muscles with soft, long strokes of my hands. When I feel her shoulders relax, I work my way down her spine to her lower back. She lets out a little mewl as I dig my thumbs into the knots I find there. My fingers still while I try to get myself back under control, because that sound has my cock twitching.
“Don’t stop.” She sighs. “That feels so good.”
I lift the bottom of her shirt and smooth my palms against her warm skin. Then I get back to rubbing the knots out of her muscles. She makes another soft sound, and my head drops forward as I groan. The smell of her fills my nostrils, her coconut and lime shampoo mixed with what I swear is the scent of her desire. I wonder if the massage is turning her on as much as it is me, and it makes me think of something else I read about pregnant women and how helpful orgasms can be.
“I’ve never had a massage before.” She sighs, leaning into my hands. “I had no idea anything could feel this good, but now I can’t imagine not getting them on the regular. I don’t know how I’ll afford it, but I’ll have to figure it out so I can get a membership at a spa or something.”
What she’s saying finally registers in my brain and triggers my inner caveman. “You can have as many massages as you want. All you have to do is ask me for one.” I kiss her shoulder. “You feel better?”
“Mmmm,” she moans, and my cock throbs. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I kiss her neck, fighting back the urge to nip her there.
She leans back a little and looks at me over her shoulder. “I think your bed is my new favorite place in the whole world.”
I pull her against my chest and wrap my arms around her belly, lacing my fingers with hers. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Me too.” She gasps suddenly, making my heart race.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… no, I don’t know. She’s just so big now that every time she moves it takes my breath.” She shakes her head. “I wish she’d just come out already.”
I rub my hand over her stomach. “There’s one more thing I read about that’ll relax you even more and might also trigger labor.”