by ANDREA SMITH
I sat back up and grabbed the remote off of the nightstand. When the flat screen television came on, it was still on the music channel I had turned on earlier. That seemed like ages ago instead of just this morning.
I still planned on going shopping with Gina tomorrow; hopeful that Trey wouldn’t nix those plans. I had forgotten to mention it to him in all of the confusion of the day. I would let him know if I was still awake when he came to bed. That shower seemed to be taking a particularly long time. I smiled, wondering if he was purposely dragging it out hoping that I would have fallen asleep by the time he got back out here.
Trey had told me he loved me today. It was if he had been trying not to; I understood his apprehension after he shared with me what had happened with Tess. I figured Landon wouldn’t waste any time letting her know that Trey was to be a father . . . again. Yeah, right.
Part of me could understand Trey wanting to protect Tess’s pride where her family was concerned. He had allowed himself to play the villain in all of this.
What I couldn’t figure out though was why he hadn’t told his own parents the truth.
They seemed like reasonable people who would honor his request not to share the information with Tess’s family.
My eyes were getting heavy; I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I sank into restful sleep. I could hear the shower still running. I smiled knowing that Trey cared about me and was doing this for me. I allowed the sleep to take over for the moment.
Some time later I awoke; Trey’s warm body was next to me. I cautiously slipped my hand over to him. He was sleeping in sweats and a tee shirt, damn him.
My hormones were waggling their skinny fingers at me, daring me to do something about this unfilled need. I snickered to myself as I sank down underneath the covers, expertly working my way over to Trey’s mid-section. I expertly dipped my hand underneath the waist band of his sweats, fondling his manhood gently bringing it to erection. Trey moaned and shifted away; I would not be deterred in my mission.
I tugged his sweats down far enough to access his erection. Trey was lying on his side facing me. I hunkered down further under the covers and proceeded to put my mouth and tongue on his erection. His hands were in my hair, trying to gently push me back.
Once I had his full length in my mouth, he capitulated as I knew he would. I continued to suck him until he came in my mouth, none too quietly. I felt satisfied, my hormones felt satisfied, and I finally fell into a very restful sleep.
CHAPTER FORTY
I awoke the next morning very rested. Trey was lying awake watching me sleep, his head propped up on his hand. That was a first.
“Somebody was a very naughty girl last night,” he said in his smooth and silky voice, feigning irritation.
I decided I would play along to see just how far he would go with it.
“Oh yeah?” I inquired, arching an eyebrow, feigning innocence.
“Uh huh,” he continued, “She was a very disobedient girl.”
“Well, what do you do with disobedient girls, Sir?” (This is kind of hot!)
“Usually, some form of punishment is in order. Something that fits the offense.”
“I see,” I answered, “Because you don’t want the bad girl to ever do again what she did to get into trouble, right?”
I think I had him with that one.
“Not necessarily,” he replied, giving me a dimpled grin.
“I’ll need to consider a fitting punishment for her. For now, I want you to come with me.”
He was off the bed, heading for the bathroom before I had thrown the covers off. I followed behind him. When I went through the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Trey had his sunken tub filled with a foamy, vanilla scented bubble bath. There were candles lit all the way around it. Soft music was playing through his Bose system. There were two crystal goblets filled with orange juice; a large crystal bowl full of ice had smaller bowls resting in it containing cut up cantaloupe and honey dew melons; strawberries, blueberries, grapes and pineapple chunks. A pile of fluffy white towels were folded nearby, along with all of the necessary body wash, shampoo and conditioner containers. Bath sponges were ready and waiting.
I turned to him, my eyes wide.
“Is this my punishment?”
“Not yet,” he laughed, helping me off with his shirt I was wearing.
He peeled his clothes off extending his hand to me. Together we stepped down into the warm bubbly water. Trey didn’t let me lift a finger as he gently bathed me, touching every intimate part of my body; massaging soap into my shoulders, legs and feet. He shampooed my hair, rinsing it clear, and then lathering it up with conditioner.
We sipped our orange juice, and he fed me fruit slices as we waited the ten minutes for the conditioner to set before rinsing. He rinsed my hair again, wrapping a towel turban around my head as we continued having our breakfast. It was intimate and romantic. He pulled me against him, rinsing soap from my back. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and shoulders. I turned, facing him, my legs lying atop of his. I soaped my hands up, washing his private parts gently, watching his manhood spring to life at my touch.
I looked up at him, our eyes locking, wondering if he was going to object to more play. He lifted me up, setting me on the side of the sunken bath, and wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around me. He got out, wrapping a towel around his hips before continuing with me.
He towel dried my skin gently. He got my favorite moisturizer off of the counter, and poured some in his hands, rubbing them together and then carefully applied it to every part of my body. His hands were slow and sensuous in their movement over my body.
When he finished that, he pulled the towel from my hair, letting the long loose tendrils fall below my shoulders. He took my hand, dropping his towel and led me to the bed. He didn’t let me sit or recline.
“Stand right there,” he instructed, pulling me close and wrapping his strong arms around me. He tilted my chin, lowering his mouth to mine for a long, lingering kiss. His fingers found the top of my towel, gently releasing it so that it
fell to my feet. We stood facing each other totally naked.
Trey’s eyes moved leisurely over my still damp body, taking in every curve. His hand reached out, moving a wet tendril from my breast, fingering it between his thumb and forefinger.
His hands moved downward, caressing my breasts, bringing my nipples to taut erection with his soft, sensual touch. His right hand moved lower, tracing my baby bump and going lower still. His fingers gently massaged the lips of my sex, tracing the hood of my clitoris, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath. He continued the gentle stroking and fondling of me. I was wet with anticipation and desire. I tried pulling Trey down on the bed with me, he resisted.
“No, no – not yet,” he breathed warmly in my ear. “I’m not done here yet.”
He lowered himself to his knees before me; he inserted a finger into my very wet vagina, stroking it in and out. He added another working me into a hot frenzy. His lips joined his hand on my sex; his tongue flickering ever so softly in and around the folds.
“You taste so sweet, Tylar. I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned, increasing the tempo of his tongue, swirling it over every nerve ending of my apex.
My knees threatened to buckle with the pleasure and the desire for him to be inside of me.
“Please, Trey,” I whimpered.
“Please what?” he asked. “Say what you want, Tylar. I’ll decide whether you can have it.”
(He wants me to be specific again. How specific?)
“I want you inside of me, Trey.”
He continued with his oral lovemaking, I felt myself quickening. Trey felt it too, stopping to delay my orgasm. (Holy shit, that is mean. Two can play this game!)
I lowered myself to my knees, pushing him back on his haunches. I saw the look of surprise on his face as my hands found his penis, stroking the length of it. My head lowered; my mouth found his erection and closed
around the end. My tongue circled the ridge over and over.
I continued taking him fully into my mouth, riding the length of his erect penis from root to head, head to root. I sucked, licked, kissed and swirled it. His sharp intake of breath told me that he was close to orgasm. I stopped. He groaned, mumbling a small curse.
Within a minute, Trey had snatched me from my knees, and laid me across his bed. My feet were resting on his shoulders where he had placed them. He entered me gently at first, then building momentum as he plunged himself into me again and again. I met him thrust for thrust, my pelvis meeting his rhythmically. My body cried for release, my hands fisting his hair as I teetered on the brink.
“Come on baby,” Trey coaxed, “I need you to squeeze my cock and make me come!”
(Oh God, I will, I will!)
As if on command, I felt my uterus contracting around him, squeezing and gripping, the surge of pleasure exploded in each of us as we climaxed around each other. Our orgasms continued to spill out; I moaned and shuddered as I felt Trey’s final spasm subside. He leaned down, kissing my lips softly again and again.
Raising himself up and out of me, Trey flopped down beside me on the bed. His forearm rested on his brow; his breathing regulated. I propped my head on my hand watching him. He seemed to be deep in thought or bothered. I wasn’t sure which.
“Hey you,” I said. “Why so quiet now?"
He turned his head towards me, moving his arm underneath his head.
“When do you see your doctor again?”
“In another week or so, why?”
“Will you ask him if it’s okay that we have sex so much?”
“First of all, my doctor is a ‘she’ and why would you think that having sex is not okay?”
"Just humor me please? Find out if you having orgasms could be dangerous or start pre-mature labor, anything like that, alright?"
(Oh fucking great. Now he is going to ban me from orgasms?)
“Trey, why don’t you simply research it online? That’s embarrassing for me to ask questions like that.”
“Everything you find on-line is not necessarily accurate, Tylar. Please do as I ask and check it out?”
“Yes, sir,” I said now clearly irritated with him.
“Oh shit,” I said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “I’ve got to get my hair dry and get ready. Gina is going to be here. We’re shopping today.”
“What?” he asked following me into the bathroom. “How did I not know about this until now?”
I put my robe on. Trey was still naked, standing there hands on hips waiting for an answer. God he was sexy.
“Don’t be mad,” I said, brushing past him with the blow dryer. “It’s just shopping, Trey. Christmas is just around the corner, you know?”
“I’m fully aware of when Christmas is, Tylar. I would be happy to take you shopping in Atlanta if you want; any weekend you say. I thought this weekend was to be about you and me spending it together.”
Oh, he was laying a nice little guilt trip on me. It might have worked had he not spent so much time in the study on his laptop or Blackberry so far. I plugged the blow dryer in, searching for my comb and detangler.
“I can’t shop for you when you’re with me,” I pointed out.
I spritzed detangler onto my hair and started combing through it, watching him in the mirror. He did look genuinely disappointed which tugged a bit at my heart.
“Listen, I can be back whenever you say. Did you have plans for us today?”
“I thought we’d watch some football then go to dinner at Morelli’s,” he answered.
“Well, why don’t you and your dad watch football? We can still go to dinner at Morelli’s. I’ll be back way before then.”
He nodded, pulling his blue robe on. He went to his sink, filling it with warm water, grabbing his razor from the cabinet.
“Promise me that you won’t let Gina talk you into another piercing or maybe a tattoo this time?”
“I promise, Master Trey,” I replied, saluting him.
“And don’t forget it,” he warned, cocking an eyebrow at me as he lathered his perfect face.
(No sir, not after that lesson you taught me this morning!)
I snickered to myself, turning on the blow dryer to style my hair. I dressed in jeans and a dark brown sweater for our shopping trip. I pulled on my side-zippered boots as Trey emerged from his closet, looking impeccable as usual. He was wearing jeans and a dark emerald green pullover sweater.
“You look very handsome Trey,” I said softly, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. He seemed a little pouty still. He put his arms around me, one of his hands gently tugging at my ponytail.
“You know I can’t resist you when you bounce around in a ponytail like that,” he teased.
I gave him a coquettish smile, tracing his chin dimple with my index finger.
“Maybe I don’t want you to resist me, sir,” I replied, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
“That reminds me,” he interrupted, releasing his hold on me. “Don’t forget to call your doctor to let her know about fainting yesterday, okay? You might also ask about that other thing?”
“I will call her,” I groaned, taking my Blackberry from the nightstand. “I’m not asking about sex, though,” I added with a pout.
I left a message with my doctor’s nurse, explaining about my fainting spell yesterday. I answered several of her questions. She promised to get with the doctor, promising that one of them would be giving me a call back.
Gina picked me up at 11 a.m. and we headed to the Bristol Mall. It was packed with Black Friday shoppers all hoping to get the best pre-Christmas deals.
I found a gorgeous pair of silver cuff links for Trey. They were in the shape of sexy, pouty lips. I had to buy them. I went to a music store and bought a replacement CD for the Debussy one that Gina had tossed from his car. Gina rolled her eyes when she saw my selection. I also purchased Trey the new One Republic CD as I noticed he had all of their previous albums. I loved their music as well. Gina bought nearly $200 worth of CD’s just for Ian.
Our next stop was Belk. I wanted to buy a tie for Trey. This warranted more eye-rolling from Gina. I spent twenty minutes, finally selecting the perfect silk tie for him in a rich sapphire blue.
“Doesn’t this match the color of his eyes perfectly?” I held the tie up for Gina to inspect.
“Yes, Tylar,” she replied, clearly bored with this department. “Let’s do some shopping for you after this, okay?”
Gina directed me to a small lingerie shop at the corner of the mall. It was called “The Sextique Shop.” The shop’s décor was all deep red, purple and black. The lingerie displayed on the assorted mannequins was borderline vulgar. I was a bit surprised this sort of underwear appealed to her. She breezed through the store, not stopping to look for anything in particular. At the back of the store, there was an alcove off to the left, separated by a curtain of colored beads. Gina held the beads open for me to proceed inside.
Holy crow! There were shelves full of adult toys and gadgets, lotions and potions, battery operated this or that. I turned to face her, my eyes wide with surprise.
“What the hell are we doing in here?” I hissed.
“We’re shopping for you girlfriend, well actually, we’re shopping for your hormones,” she clarified, laughing.
“Gina, I’m not buying any of this stuff.
I’d be too embarrassed for one thing, and secondly, I wouldn’t know how to use these things.”
“They’re fairly self-explanatory, Ty,” she replied, undeterred by my objections.
“Besides, I’m buying. These are my early Christmas gifts to you. Don’t worry, I’ll be tasteful. If you’re uncomfortable in here, go look at some undies,” she said, waving her hand dismissively at me.
I went back out to the lingerie portion of the store allowing Gina to shop in private. I browsed through piles of crotch less underwear, edible underwear and underwear with built in vibrator
s.
(Holy shit!)
Gina came out about twenty minutes later having made her purchases for me. She handed me the gift bag, instructing me not to open until I was home and alone. No problem there I thought. I noticed that Gina had another gift bag from the store as well.
“Who’s that for?” I asked, nodding toward the bag.
“A present for Ian,” she said nonchalantly.
“Ian? I didn’t see stuff for guys in there.”
“Ian and I like playing with toys together,” she said as if I should have known this about them.
She had provided a lot of details on their sex life, perhaps I hadn’t paid close enough attention. I considered the possibilities momentarily. I looked over at her when I heard her giggle. She was watching me figure it all out.
“You really were a virgin, weren’t you?”
“Shut up,” I snapped, smiling.
We visited a department store that had a major shoe sale going on. I bought some new bras, a pair of shoes and a couple of dinner dresses that would hopefully fit through the Christmas holidays.
We grabbed some lunch afterwards. I filled Gina in on some of the details regarding the situation with Charlie, my mom, and of course, Trey. I shared with her that he had told me that he loved me yesterday.
“You mean you didn’t know that until then?”
“Well, I sort of suspected, or maybe hoped.
I heard Trey say something awhile back in Italian to someone who accused him of loving me.”
“Go on,” Gina urged, not catching my drift.
“Trey didn’t realize that I speak Italian as well,” I replied, grinning.
“No shit? I didn’t know that either, girlfriend. You may come in handy teaching me how to cuss Ian out in Italian when I get really pissed!”
Gina and I headed back so that I could make it to the manor by four o’clock. Trey had texted me twice while we were shopping.
“Jesus Christ he’s high maintenance,” Gina complained, rolling her eyes.
“But so worth it,” I cooed, smacking my lips.