CHAPTER 4
I was facing Trey on the porch of the colonial mansion at Le Vie Belle. Soft violin music was playing in the background. Wedding guests were seated on the lawn. Tristan and Ray stood off to the side of Trey; Gina and Denise stood off to the side of me.
At this moment there was only Trey and me. My hands were placed in his; I stared up into his magnificent blue eyes as he recited the vows he had selected for me in his smooth and silky voice.
"I Trey, choose you, Tylar, to be my friend, my lover, the mother of my children and my wife. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will protect you from all harm; I will trust you and respect you. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love from this day forward for as long as we both shall live."
It was my turn and I swallowed nervously. Trey had it all over me when it came to public speaking of any kind. He was a litigator; he was comfortable in the spotlight. I wasn't.
I felt him lightly squeeze my fingers and our eyes locked. He smiled down at me, giving me a slight nod of encouragement before I began.
"I, Tylar, take you, Trey to be my friend, my lover, the father of my children and my husband. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want; in times of sickness and in times of health; in times of joy and in times of sorrow. I love you with all of my heart; I promise to cherish and respect you; to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you for all eternity."
Tristan stepped up to Trey's side, handing him my ring. Trey gently slid the wedding band onto my ring finger, lifting my hand and brushing it with a kiss when he finished.
Gina stepped up to my side, handing me Trey's wedding band. I slid it onto his finger, gazing up into his eyes as he smiled down at me.
The minister spoke.
"By the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss."
Trey lowered his face to mine, his hand tilting my chin upward to meet his kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as we kissed for the first time as husband and wife.
The minister interrupted our kiss with the introduction.
"Ladies and gentleman, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Trey Sinclair."
There was applause and shouting; I heard a champagne cork pop in the distance. We were immediately surrounded by family and friends, giving us congratulatory hugs and kisses.
Hand in hand, Trey and I made our way to the horse drawn carriage that would take us over to the reception area on the other side of the plantation. Susan handed Preston over to Trey once he had settled me into the carriage. He climbed in next to me, cradling the baby against his chest. He looked magnificent in his tan tuxedo.
Preston was ready to nurse right then and there. I looked over at Trey as her fussiness escalated into full-fledged wailing. Trey leaned up and directed the driver to take us to the reception hall. Once we got moving, I quickly pulled one side of the bodice of my gown down far enough so that she could latch onto a nipple and nurse. Within moments she had quieted down and was content once again. I looked up at Trey. He was watching us his eyes full of love and warmth.
"I love you, Trey."
"I love you Mrs. Sinclair," he replied, pulling me closer against him.
We had a sit down dinner followed by a reception complete with live music and dancing. Susan had taken full responsibility for Preston once she had finished nursing after the wedding ceremony.
I allowed myself only one glass of champagne. Susan insisted that she would bottle feed Preston through the night.
Trey and I weren't leaving for Tybee Island until the following day. Our official wedding night was to be spent in the bridal suite at the Marriott. Trey had insisted on this and I suspected I knew the reason. As long as we were at the house I would want to have Preston with us. He had put his foot down.
It was close to midnight when our limo arrived. I kissed the baby goodnight as she slept in Tristan's arms. Once Trey had relinquished Preston into Susan's waiting arms, I reminded her that if anything happened she was to contact us at the Marriott immediately. I saw Trey roll his eyes and shake his head, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the waiting limo.
We were pelted with birdseed as we departed the estate headed toward the hotel and our wedding night.
I snuggled against Trey in the limo; his arm was wrapped around me possessively. I felt happier than I had ever thought possible.
Our suite was lovely. Our luggage had been dropped off earlier and was in our room when we got there. Trey opened another bottle of champagne and we shared a glass as we prepared for our bath.
Trey helped me out of my wedding gown. I had lost the final four pounds gained during my pregnancy. Thankfully, I hadn't gotten any stretch marks through the whole ordeal.
We lit candles in the bathroom and sank down into our warm bubble bath together. I leaned back against Trey, loving the feel of his hands as they massaged my skin with soapy lather. He lifted me up, turning me around so that we were face to face.
Our lips met in a long, passionate kiss. His tongue teased mine playfully. I laced my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I could feel his erection underneath me and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me once again. I had wondered if post-partum sex would be different.
Trey lifted me from him, taking my hand as we left the tub. I barely had time to wrap a towel around myself when he lifted me and carried me to the bed.
"I'm not waiting one more minute to bury myself into you Tylar," he said, his voice husky. "Is your diaphragm in place?"
I smiled and nodded. I knew Trey needed an initial fuck before we got down to more creative lovemaking. I did as well.
He pulled the towel from me, gazing down at me with hunger in his eyes. He was kneeling on the bed, his erection stood bold and ready. His knee nudged my thighs apart and he lowered his face to my sex, his tongue eagerly explored the soft folds beneath. He inserted a finger inside of me; his thumb gently rolled the tip of my clitoris back and forth.
"You are wet already, baby," he said softly as I moaned and swiveled my hips in a circular motion in response to his touch. He moved his face up to mine, capturing my lips with his as he removed his fingers from my womanhood.
I felt him poised above me, his hand guiding his manhood to the apex at the top of my thighs. In one swift movement he buried himself inside of me.
I gasped as he plunged in and out of me.
He placed his hands underneath my butt, raising me up to meet him. My legs were wrapped around his hips, digging into his ass pulling him in deeper with each thrust.
"God baby, I've missed this so much," he rasped, continuing his perfect flexing.
I was meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning at the pleasure I felt, as he possessed my body again and again. I felt the familiar warmth spreading at my core; the swelling of my sweet spot as the head of Trey's penis hit it again and again. I moaned with pleasure.
"Is that your spot baby? Does that feel good?"
"Oh God, yes Trey. Please don't stop," I gasped, my fingernails digging into his back.
"Tylar you feel so good baby. You feel so fucking tight. I'm ready baby."
Trey increased his momentum as our pleasure spiraled to a peak together. I was at the edge ready for a release I hadn’t felt for awhile.
"That's my girl," his voice coaxed softly. "That's my girl; come for Trey, baby."
My orgasm exploded around us. I heard myself moaning and crying out Trey's name as my body found the wet release it so desperately needed. Trey moaned with his release, gritting his teeth as his manhood pumped his ejaculation into me again and again.
"Oh God," I rasped, my body tingled with the aftershock.
"Oh baby," Trey said, out of breath as he collapsed against me.
We were both covered in sweat. He perched his head on his elbow, gazing at me with eyes still dark with passion. His fingers lightly traced my nipple, squeezing it gently. I was always sensitive post-orgasm.
I felt him squeezing my nipple again causing me to letdown. I knew what would happen if he did it again. I waited to see if he would.
He rolled my nipple around between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it again. This time a stream of breast milk squirted out.
"Whoa," he said, surprised at the force of my milk stream.
I laughed at his expression. He lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked on it gently. I watched as he suckled from my breast. I knew that he liked the taste of my breast milk.
"Hmmm," he said, lifting his face up to mine. "That does taste good Mrs. Sinclair. I can see what all the fuss is about."
He lifted himself up and out of me. He lay down next to me and continued to press playful kisses on my face and neck.
"She's fine Tylar," he said, giving me a semi-stern look.
"What?" I asked, feigning confusion.
"Bobbin is fine," he repeated.
"I know she is Trey," I lied.
I hated being apart from her and he knew it.
"Tylar," he started, a slight frown creased his forehead. "Have you discussed your separation anxiety with your doctor?"
"What separation anxiety?"
"Oh come on sweetie. You can't stand being away from her for more than an hour or two. And then this shit you've brought up about a 'family bed' recently. I'm a bit worried that's all."
Trey was starting to piss me off. That was not a good thing for a couple on their wedding night I presumed.
"Trey for the last time, a family bed is not about separation anxiety. You've already told me 'no' so why are you bringing it up again?"
"It's not just that Tylar; it's about your not wanting to be away from her even for our honeymoon. We fought about that remember?"
Of course I remembered. It had only been last week for Chrissake. All I had done was mention that it might be better to take Preston with us to Tybee Island rather than have to pump my breasts five times a day for the three days prior to leaving and then 'pump and dump' eight times a day for the two days we were gone.
Trey had exploded when I had mentioned it. He made me feel like some sort of 'Mommy Dearest' control freak. It had not gone well. I had given him the 'silent treatment' for the better part of a day. In the end, he had put his foot down again on that one.
"Tylar I just think it may be something to discuss with your doctor. It could be some form of post-partum stress or depression."
"Trey I am not going to let you make me feel like some kind of nut job because I love my baby and I worry about her. Why do you think that is so abnormal?"
"I'm sorry I brought it up," he replied, raking his hand through his 'just-fucked' hair. "It's our wedding night, baby. Let's not argue okay?"
"You started the shit," I snapped.
"Come on," he said reaching his hand down for me to take his, "Let's go shower Mrs. Sinclair."
I looked up at him seeing his warm and loving smile. I knew that he only cared and worried about me. Maybe I did have an attachment issue but it was only because I loved Preston so much. I hadn't told Trey about my recent dreams. They were the reason I didn't want to leave Preston for any length of time. . .
I smiled up at my gorgeous husband, taking his hand and letting him pull me into the bathroom where we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves in the shower.