AN: Boy, taking a 'holiday' can be tiring. And once I got back, I just couldn't get into the zone with this chapter. But as promised a somewhat smutty chapter today.
to anonymous reader: I don't think Logan is forgetting who Em's father is. I just haven't included every moment of Jess-Logan-Rory interactions. And I don't think Rory changing states (possibly) is not that much different from Jess moving to Providence. Wouldn't it make more sense to have two home bases than three? I think what I try to include here with Jess is that he's trying to move on, but is a little dependent on Rory still, and he is kind of jumping into things himself by moving in with Lisa rather quickly. So we'll see if he'll find what he is looking for. But then again you are right - Rory and Logan keep seeing the kid they could've had in Em, but that doesn't mean they don't have a grasp on reality. Rory doesn't presently want lawyers involved (she got a consult and agreed on things on her own with Jess). She'd gotten used to the flexibility and she was just shocked at Jess' demanding tone at that point. They are way past that. I made Jess the dad because of that lingering gaze we got in AYITL and so Rory would relive that guilt of using him as a replacement - he was convenient, not ethical, but it makes a better story. No bashing intended.
Chapter 215
July 30th, 2022
After a quick shower, rinsing off her sweat in the master bedroom of their honeymoon Villa, Rory joined Logan on the bed, ready to distract herself from Jess' phone call with a movie and the promise of a foot massage. As her feet had been aching nearly every night these days, Logan's famous foot massages were becoming more of a regularity, but each time she loved them and felt like the luckiest woman alive since Logan didn't seem to mind generously giving them.
They watched 'American Made' which was a good distraction. Some action, some comedy and pretty decent acting. It was nothing highly intelligent like they sometimes preferred, but they kept each-other engaged with their banter nonetheless.
Rory had changed positions a bunch of times, struggling to get comfortable, but each time they'd found a position where Logan could continue to rub her feet - even if it was just gentle stroking that alternated with more intense kneading if he felt a knot. He continued to the heel of her foot, and then continued to run over the arch, kneading them slowly with varied intensity. It felt amazing on her tired yet soft feet.
He'd added some oil too - and he knew Rory was in heaven, her low content moans being proof of that. Being a good husband felt quite easy at this moment, doing just this simple thing for her, and he didn't even mind that his hands were getting a little tired by now.
Rory breathed deeply, enjoying the way this was making her feet buzz pleasantly. While she knew there were important aspects of this too - like ensuring good blood flow and even the deep breaths she took were giving the baby a decent amount of oxygen. But at the same time, she couldn't help but to feel a little turned on as well.
He continued, pressed his finger between her toes but also didn't forget the balls of her foot, stretching her muscles to ease away all of the stored tension. As he looked up to her, barely noting the television anymore, he saw that her nipples poked through the light camisole she'd put on earlier, making him smirk. An unexpected but no less a welcome reaction for sure.
Having already finished with the other foot, Logan took some more oil and continued upwards from her ankles and calves, getting just a low hum from Rory in return. She was definitely no longer watching the movie either, her eyes mostly half-closed. Now it was just left to hope she didn't fall completely asleep, which had happened on more than one occasion.
"You're going to spoil me…," Rory purred, gratefully.
"I intend to..," Logan replied, surprising her by kissing the top of her foot.
He massaged her calves unhurriedly, sitting up a little better himself. As he finished and was just considering whether to test whether her thighs would have the same reaction, he could see her begin to caress her own breasts, giving him even more courage.
She was circling both of her nipples lightly, not hiding it in any way, and then the breasts as a whole, squeezing them, even letting out a weak moan as a result of her own fondling. It was a gorgeous sight, especially now as most of the pregnancy her breast had been way too sensitive to do much with them. Clearly things were changing.
Adding again a handful of oil, not giving a damn if the sheets got a little oily, he continued rubbing her thighs, making sure he covered every square inch of her. Her legs opened on instinct and his movements on her inner thighs had clearly had the welcome effect - causing the damp spot on her underwear.
Rory smiled broadly - "Now if I somehow could actually lay on my stomach," she said longingly. She loved when he rubbed her back, and especially if he massaged her thighs and ass from the back in a way that often led to more.
"Whatever is the most comfortable," Logan whispered, moving to hover over her side, and kissed her gently. While he did that, his fingers reached around her bump and from there her mound, slipping inside her panties, causing a welcome gasp through their kiss as it broke from the lovely, much-needed, sensation against her clit.
"You're insatiable, you know that?" she teased, this being at least the third time that day they'd ended up in this moment. But honestly - she had no intention to refuse his advances. It was the best high.
Logan felt he was never going to grow sick of this - and honestly - if not now - when, knowing that there were months of being sleep-deprived ahead, healing and possibly late nights at the office too every once in a while too.
Rory continued to rub her nipples gently, but suddenly stopped - there were little wet spots on her camisole now.
"Ups," Rory smiled, looking down, having not realized.
"Is that…?" Logan asked, stopping the massaging for a moment.
"I think it is…," Rory replied, her tone speaking more of excitement than worry. "I can go and clean up?" Rory asked, correcting her excitement to hesitance, unsure how he saw it. Maybe he even thought it was gross? This hadn't happened to her before having Em but she definitely recognized it from later, when her breast had leaked sometimes when she'd been aroused.
She pulled off her camisole, tossing it on the floor, not seeing a lot of point to have something that was wet on her body, especially in this warmth.
"No, don't. It's kind of hot actually," Logan admitted, seeing two little drops of yellowish liquid form on her nipple as she continued to run circles around her areolas, allowing him to observe her with curiosity.
Logan was fascinated with the miracle of the female body, never quite having seen a woman this up close as they accommodated life like this before, but he didn't quite dare to do what he instinctively wanted to try - taste. It didn't feel like something he should be doing - like it didn't belong to him, and Rory wasn't offering as such, so instead he just kissed her arms, sides and made his way up her collar bone to her neck, while his hand continued to caress her lower lips, getting her a little oily from the residues on his hand.
His hand felt incredibly warm against her - the massage having gotten his blood flowing as well. This caused her to rock her hips against him with more need.
Rory, however, demanded even more from him. She took his other hand and placed it on her breast to cradle her much like she'd done earlier. Her breasts were all tingly, almost like they needed to be drained though nowhere near as full, or at least massaged, that sensitiveness still there but in a different way.
Logan could feel the wetness underneath his palm, both of his palms in fact - not a bad sensation, but new and interesting - exciting in this combination. But as she really gathered some courage, it was her moan that lighted his fire, his cock already throbbing inside his boxers.
In that moment he went for it - smelling her, licking her - there was something incredibly sensual about all of this and without realizing he'd made much of an effort at allRory's whole body spasmed under his hand, having not even penetrated her yet.
"Ah-ah…," Rory gasped, her own hand gripping both of his hands holding them just right there to extend her unexpected wave of climax.
"That was new," Logan commented along with a husky chuckle, observing her.
Rory smiled broadly, still coming down from her high. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes dreamy.
"Didn't it hurt?" Logan asked, nodding towards her breast.
"Nah… it was perfect," Rory replied.
"Well that's a change then," Logan noted, for a while there having only caressed her breast with great caution.
"Hmhm… the body is preparing," Rory said, the realization hitting her. There really wasn't that much to go, and if she was leaking already, she knew it could already mean her body was in a hurry. The thought was definitely a scary one, Paris' recent experience freshly in mind.
Logan caressed over her bump gently, knowing that the baby often kicked after she orgasmed, hoping to feel her. He nearly forgot about his own release in this moment.
"But we cannot forget about you, can we?" Rory changed the subject, speaking sensually, lifting herself up from the bed to take over, aiming to give Logan much of the same in return. Logan was not about to argue with her, his mind returning to the ravishing creature on her knees in front of him.
