CHAPTER 11
Trey and I bathed Preston and got her ready for bed. Trey read to her while I showered and got into a silk nightie. I was nervous. I knew that Trey and I would make love tonight but it had been so long. We hadn't made love since before Marley's stillbirth. I thought back to that day and how I had blamed Trey for her death because of our having had sex the night before I had started feeling ill.
How could I have been so hateful? Afterwards I hadn't presented a very willing attitude towards Trey. I had been cold and aloof towards him. I watched him now as he rocked Preston and read to her. She was snuggled against him listening to his smooth and silky voice. She would point to a picture and say the name. They were so perfect to me.
I climbed into my bed as Trey finished with her and put her in her crib. He left the door between the nursery and our suite ajar.
"I'm going to grab a shower baby," he said on his way to the bathroom. "I won't be long."
I shivered beneath the covers. Part of me was anxious for the feel of Trey inside of me again; another part of me was afraid that something might have changed. I couldn't stand it if that was the case. I would blame myself, I knew.
Dr. Addison had prescribed the Depo-Provera shot for me when I had my check-up at five weeks after losing Marley. He said it would allow for more spontaneous interaction with Trey and me. There hadn't been any 'interaction' since; I hoped tonight would be the end of that streak.
Trey came out of the shower with his boxers on and his tousled damp hair. He looked so much like 'my Trey' again. I loved him so much. There was only one light on the nightstand lit.
"Do you want me to turn my television on, Trey?" I asked nervously.
"I don't think so Tylar," he said with a wicked smile.
He was beside me in a moment under the covers reaching for me. He wasted no time in removing my nightgown from me.
His lips brushed mine warmly and gently; I laced my arms around his neck pulling him closer. Our tongues playfully explored one another tenderly. Trey whispered against my lips.
"I want to make love to you Tylar; and then I need to fuck you after that. Is that okay?"
"Yes, Trey," I replied softly against his warm, sensuous lips.
He slowly and methodically made love to every part of me; his lips traced a path to my breasts where his tongue expertly brought each rosy peak to attention. He suckled gently from each one, whispering to me that they were his. He went lower still to where his fingers had already found their way into the soft folds of my womanhood. He brought his mouth there, working his tongue and his lips expertly and magically drawing soft moans of pleasure from me. Once again he whispered to me that this belonged to him.
"Trey, please?" I whined.
"Please what, Tylar?"
"I need you inside of me, right now."
"Patience, baby. I'm not quite finished here."
His fingers were gently probing my special spot inside; the palm of his other hand was gently pressing from the outside.
It was exquisite pleasure; I felt myself quickening. His tongue playfully circled and then flicked against my swollen clitoris. I was into full blown moaning and whimpering by now. I had never felt more glorious pleasure than what Trey was giving me at this moment.
"That's it, baby," he coaxed softly. "Don't hold back; go with it."
My orgasms swirled around me; I was in a vortex of pure physical and emotional ecstasy. My hips gyrated against his touch. I cried out his name again and again as my climax released. I felt the wet release of my pleasure; I felt Trey's mouth on me, drinking in the warm nectar of my orgasm.
"Umm baby," he crooned, "You taste so good."
I felt my orgasm wind down but Trey continued to gently lick and kiss my tender area. He wasn't finished down there just yet. He slowly and articulately probed me post-climax. I was ultra-sensitive now and he adjusted his pace and pressure to accommodate that it seemed. This was new to me but as my breathing slowed from my previous climax I relaxed and enjoyed his continued attention to detail.
"My baby is getting wet all over again," he said softly his tongue now exploring the folds of my sex thoroughly.
I moaned in sweet pleasure my hands fisting his thick hair; I tugged at him wanting him inside of me.
"Okay baby; are you ready for me?"
"Umm, yes Trey," I whimpered, tugging at him.
He raised himself up from down there and spread my legs with his hands. He was on his knees between them; he raised me up placing pillows underneath my butt. He gently guided his manhood into me slowly. I moaned with the fullness I felt inside. This fullness was so right; so perfect for me.
Trey lowered his face to mine where I devoured his lips with kisses. My hands framed his face as I traced his lips with my tongue.
"I love you, Trey," I said as I met his gentle thrusting with my own. "It's always been you and only you."
I buried my face against his shoulder; tears ran down my cheeks as he continued to pleasure me with his body.
He pulled back from me; his lips captured my tears as his sapphire blue eyes looked into my soul.
"I love you Tylar," he said huskily, "Promise me that you will always be mine."
"I promise Trey."
The rhythm of our lovemaking increased steadily. Trey placed his arms underneath my butt raising me up at an angle so that he was hitting deep against my sweet spot. I felt the pleasurable quickening begin. Trey's breath was ragged as he neared climax.
"Come with me baby."
And I did. Again and again as we both cried out in
pure unadulterated pleasure.
Trey collapsed beside me pulling my damp body up against his. His fingers gently stroked my hair as he planted soft, sweet kisses on the back of my neck.
"That was pretty exquisite Mrs. Sinclair," he whispered against my ear causing me to shiver.
I rolled over to face him my eyes searching his. I needed to see if Trey was truly okay with me again; I knew that I was totally okay with him. His eyes were still smoldering post-coital. His blue eyes always seemed bluer after sex. It was probably attributed to something technical like heightened blood flow; I preferred to think that it was due to total love and satisfaction.
"Is there something you want to ask me Tylar?"
"I just wondered if you are okay with me."
He furrowed his brow considering my question.
"If you mean do I love you as much as before our 'separation' I have to be honest with you. The answer is 'no.'
My heart dropped to my knees; I shouldn't have asked.
"The truth is I love you more if that is even possible but it must be."
"I don't understand - "
"Tylar - this is how I look at it. We've been through some stuff, you and me. I think it's called 'Life Happens'. We definitely have some things to deal with going forward. We both, in our own way, gave in to some temptation; some 'forbidden fruit' if you will. We were both repulsed by it. The important thing is that we survived it and perhaps we are even stronger for it. I know through this that I will do whatever it takes to keep you with me and not take our love for granted ever again."
"Oh Trey," I sobbed, "The thought of ever losing you is incomprehensible to me. The day we met I knew that I needed you in my life."
We covered each other with kisses; we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I was awakened later feeling Trey stroking my breasts. He was straddling me; his erection was within reaching distance. I placed my hands behind each of his strong thighs pulling him closer to my face. My mouth sheathed his manhood; I took him fully into my mouth. My tongue swirled the length of him as he began his gentle thrusting in and out of my mouth.
"Awww baby," he breathed heavily, "That's it; take it all."
I continued loving Trey with my mouth and tongue. My fingers gently explored his P-spot and he moaned with pleasure.
He pulled back and flipped me over onto my belly. He pulled me up onto my knees. I felt his fingers gently ply my womanhood from behind. I was getting hot and wet for him.
His knee pushed my bent legs further apart as he knelt behind me. He placed both of his hands on the cheeks of my ass and instructed me to arch my back. I did as instructed so that my butt was tilted upward.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said.
I felt his first thrust as he slammed into me from behind. I cried out with pleasure and pain; he withdrew and then slammed into me again and again. His hands were now around my hips as he rotated his hips in a circular motion.
Oh God, this felt so good. I moaned with pleasure.
"Does that feel good baby, huh?'
"Umhmm," I sighed, rotating my hips in sync with his.
Trey continued to pound into me and then slowly and methodically rotated his hips in a steady rhythm with mine. I felt my uterus contract around him, squeezing and pulling his shaft for release.
"Oh God," he rasped; his thrusting increased as he neared orgasm.
"This is mine Tylar. Do you understand? Mine and only mine."
"I understand Trey," I replied my voice quivering as I neared the edge.
He slammed the palm of his hand against my ass as he released his climax, groaning loudly. I felt the throbbing of his manhood inside of me which pushed me over into my orgasm. I moaned loudly quickening as my wetness gushed from my core with his. The pleasure went on and on as we cried out together.
Once our breathing slowed, Trey pulled out of me slowly, pulling me down next to him. We were both still panting a bit with our exertion. He covered me with kisses.
"I hope to God your father's suite is on the other side of the house," he said, throwing his arm across his sweaty forehead.
I giggled snuggling up to him for warmth.
"It is," I assured him. "I just hope we didn't wake the baby," I whispered glancing over at the clock. It was 4:32 a.m.
As if on cue we heard Preston's chattering from her room.
"Pee-pee Mommie," she whined loudly.
"Well," I said getting my panties and nightgown on, "She's either wet her pull-up or she has to pee."
"I've got this baby," Trey said launching himself out of bed and pulling his boxers on.
I fell back against the pillows and pulled the covers up over me as Trey went to her. He carried Preston through our room talking to her convincing her to hold it until he could get her to her potty. She was jabbering away at him.
I heard them in the bathroom; Trey was praising her for being a big girl and going in the potty. She came bounding out of the bathroom climbing up on the bed with me and snuggling against me. Trey finished up in the bathroom; I heard the toilet flush as he came back into the bedroom. He pulled a tee shirt on over his head and then climbed back into bed. We fell asleep again with Preston snuggled between us.