My Cousin's Pregnant Girlfriend - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Vanessa swayed her hips with effortless grace as she reached for her phone on the nightstand.
The movement hitched the towel higher, revealing what little it had pretended to cover. Now, there was no hiding anything.
The sight stole my breath.
My throat tightened. I swallowed hard.
Her cheeks flushed pink as she scrambled to adjust the towel—but covering one part only exposed another. Her curves spilled over, impossible to contain.
I stared, hypnotized, before wrenching my gaze away.
With a playful pout, she drawled in that sugar-sweet voice, "Jake, be a darling and rub my legs, would you? They've gotten so much thicker since the baby."
Before I could blink, she hooked her leg over my arm.
From this angle, there was no missing a single inch of her. The gentle swell of her stomach only made her more intoxicating.
I kneaded her thighs, my own body responding in ways that turned the whole thing into sweet torture.
Just when I thought it was over, her foot dragged up my chest—then, as if remembering the baby, slid lower. The teasing pressure against my groin was anything but accidental.
At twenty, I was all hunger. My face burned as she explored me with shameless curiosity.
Vanessa watched me, amused. "Jake," she purred, "can you massage... everywhere?"
"Of course," I said on instinct, duty wrestling with want.
"Then here." She guided my hand down—and the wet heat I found shocked me.
This woman was starving.
Those old village whispers about pregnant women's cravings? Dead right. I tried to pull back, but it only made her sigh louder.
Being this close to a woman like her—experienced, confident—was beyond anything I'd let myself fantasize about.
Now it was right here. And I froze.
Every professional instinct screamed this was wrong.
Vanessa leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "My husband hasn't laid a finger on me since the pregnancy," she murmured. "Says I need to 'rest for the baby.' Feels like a life sentence."