Maybe Baby Lite

by ANDREA SMITH

  He was lying on his side, his elbow bent so his head could rest in his hand. He was gazing at me, from top to bottom, slowly and leisurely as if he'd never seen me naked before. I felt shy under his burning perusal. He took his free hand and lightly traced my nipples. They sprang erect to his touch. He leaned forward, and traced the same path with his tongue, gently, softly. He covered the nipple on my right breast with his mouth now, sucking and licking, gently massaging it with his fingers. My breasts felt full with anticipation. I arched my back as to fully engorge my breast into his mouth. His warm mouth on my body was making me so wet and I moaned into his ear, encircling my arms around his neck, and fisting his gorgeous, tousled hair. His mouth soon started its southward travel, slow and meticulous. My skin pricked goose bumps and searing heat alternately; I felt like fire and ice. His tongue and lips traced my baby bump, his hand gently touching me there, kissing it softly, his fingers tracing the outline.

  Trey changed his position, now hovering over me as he spread my legs, taking his place between them. He placed his forearms under each of my legs, raising them up so they were bent at the knees. He placed my feet over each of his shoulders, and settled down, nuzzling his face fully into my sex. He worked his magic with his mouth and his tongue, thoroughly covering every bit of me inside and out. His thumb was inserted inside of me; the palm of his other hand gently pressing the outside wall of my pussy to meet the area his thumb was thrumming inside.

  A wave of pleasure washed over me. I felt the familiar swelling of my sweet spot. My thoughts became skewed and my head rolled from side to side, enjoying the incredible build up. I moaned as the intensity built, bringing me to a point I felt tears might spill. Trey’s voice was soft and soothing, talking to me as he had in the past when he sensed my quickening.

  “That’s my baby,” he cooed, beginning his slight tapping of my raised spot, followed by circular massages, then tapping the center gently in distinct rhythm. I moaned again, my hips swiveling to ensure his fingers reached their ultimate destination.

  “Tylar, tell me what you need?” he asked softly.

  “I need you to fuck me Trey,” I gasped, breathlessly.

  “You need to be more specific,” he teased.

  “I want your cock inside of me Trey; I want it now."

  He rose up, his arms scooting me down slightly. He used one of my bed pillows to raise my butt up so that he could enter me at an angle. He put his hand on his long cock, gently guiding it between my legs and into me. I watched in awe, loving to see Trey touch himself. He inserted just the head, rotating his narrow hips in a circular motion. He sank a bit deeper inside of me, the fullness of his erection captured in my wet and hungry sex. My hands were on each cheek of his tight ass, grabbing and pulling him in deeper. He gave some gentle thrusts, and then backed out slowly, almost completely. I whined and he smiled.

  “You're quite greedy, aren’t you, Tylar?” he whispered, covering my mouth with his and pulling at my lower lip. Once again he slowly drove himself into me. Again he backed out, teasing and tantalizing me.

  He stacked another pillow under me so my pelvis was raised even higher. He was now able to rise to his knees, and placing a hand on each side of my hips, he raised and held me as his erection slid in and out. He flexed himself so that he would gyrate in a circular motion, his beautifully curved cock rubbing my swollen sweet spot; then in and out, then circular.

  My orgasm was once again building to release. Our breathing was ragged; our skin glistened with a thin film of sweat as we worked toward our mutual climax. I felt the warmth in my core turn to heat, my extremities tingled, my hands pressed Trey’s ass to me with a vengeance.

  “Oh yes, Trey. That’s my spot,” I moaned, “Don't stop; keep it going,” I gasped, pressing him so that he was hitting my engorged G-spot. He met my demands with expert finesse. He was building to climatic release as well.

  “Oh God,” he breathed hoarsely into my ear, rotating his hips perfectly to push me over the edge. I groaned, finally crying out as I met my release. Spasms of pleasure enveloped every nerve and muscle in my body. I felt the gush of wet pleasure that soaked Trey and me; his release was happening as well. His thrusting caused him to groan with each climatic spasm; I could feel my muscle contracting around him, drawing his juices into my body.

  “Ummm,” he moaned as he body stiffened and stopped; I felt his climax pump rhythmically into me. It seemed to go on for a while. I hoped that this meant Trey had not been with anyone else since we conceived. I wondered if I had a right to ask.

  He was hovering closer to me, resting his moist body close to mine. He hadn’t fully lowered his weight on me during our lovemaking, I noticed. His face lowered to mine, kissing my face all over, rubbing my damp hair back off of my face. He kissed my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, and my chin. He lips found mine, lightly kissing them as if I was a China doll again. I returned his kisses, framing his gorgeous face between my hands, not wanting him to pull himself out of my body. He smiled down at me, showing me his sexy dimple, which I promptly kissed. His smile widened, resulting in his sexy crooked grin.

  “What?” I asked, unsure what amused him at the moment.

  He kissed me softly, “You've got quite a potty mouth when you want your nut,” he teased. I blushed. That was the first time I'd been that vocal with Trey. He had a tendency to whisper naughty things to me during the heat of passion; I'd not done so until today. It was new to me but it felt really hot.

  “Was I too bossy?” I inquired, smiling back at him.

  “Not at all; I rather like it when you take charge.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course; just as long as you only do it when I let you,” he clarified, giving me his wicked grin.

  He lifted a lock of hair from my shoulder, rubbing it along his lips, breathing in my scent.

  “So are you mad about the baby?” I asked, tentatively.

  He gave me a don’t-be-stupid look. “How can I be mad about the baby, Tylar? It’s not a situation where you purposely entrapped me. I saw the video; you were trying to help me; things got out of hand, then quickly got, well, even more out of hand, I guess. We should talk about where we go from here.”

  I shifted in the bed nervously. I didn’t want to have this discussion lying naked with Trey in my bed. I wasn’t sure I wanted it at all.

  “What?” he asked, observing my attempt to get out of bed.

  “I’d like to put something on.”

  “I much prefer you this way Tylar,” he said, displaying his dimpled grin. "This is all very new to me,” he said, “my plans changed drastically once my engagement was broken. Marriage and family were no longer part of my plan.”

  My heart sank.

  “I want you to know that I’ll provide both financial and emotional support. And I want you with me in Atlanta, Tylar. I don’t want us to be apart during this.” My pulse quickened as he continued, “I can promise you safety and security. I can’t promise any more than that right now, though. I've not done well with relationships."

  I looked at him and I knew that he was being as honest as he could be. He wouldn't make empty promises. He'd never shared with me the intimate details of his life, yet he knew all of mine.

  “I understand what you’re saying Trey, what you’re offering me. I appreciate your honesty and candor. I have a life here now. I can’t have the life I’ve started carving out for myself and my baby here by going with you to another town. My home is here. This is where I need to be for now.”

  CHAPTER 36

  Once again, Trey was exasperated when he realized I wouldn't bend to his wishes. He'd immediately started getting dressed after I'd told him I was staying here. He silently pulled the zipper up on his trousers, searching under the bed for his socks. I hadn’t moved a bit and still sat with my legs drawn up, chin resting on my knees. As he gathered himself, I could tell that his expression had softened, despite his disappointment.

  “Thanksgiving is Thursday,” he said, “wi
ll you come to Bristol with me?” His invitation took me by surprise. I had both Thursday and Friday off for the Thanksgiving holiday, but I'd made no plans; I had no family.

  “You want to take me to Bristol to meet your family?”

  “That’s the plan; will you come?”

  I couldn’t deny that I was curious to meet his parents. It might tell me so much more about Trey. I wasn’t sure if they knew I existed.

  “Have you told them anything about me?” I asked.

  “They know that we were seeing each other this summer. If you’re asking if they know that we're about to make them grandparents, the answer is ‘no,’” he smiled mischievously.

  “You aren’t planning to spring that on them at Thanksgiving?” I asked, suspiciously.

  “Of course not,” he said, leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose. “I think we’ll save that news for Christmas.”

  “Ha ha,” I replied sarcastically, “I’m sure they’ve got their share of grandchildren by now.”

  “Actually, no,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This will be their first and they'll be delighted with the news once they get it.”

  “I thought you had two older brothers living in California?”

  Trey cocked an eyebrow at me as he tied his shoelaces. I realized that we'd never discussed his family in detail. He knew that I'd obtained my information from other sources.

  “I do,” he replied, “One's a confirmed bachelor, like me. The other's married to a frigid bitch that if we're lucky is barren.”

  I so wanted to meet his family. He saw my expression and laughed. I loved the sound of his smooth and silky laugh. I didn’t hear it often enough.

  “So are you in for some family fun?” he teased.

  “Why the hell not?” I answered, smiling back at him.

  “Good. We’ll fly down tomorrow after you get off work. How’s that?”

  “That’s fine with me, but I’ve got a million things to do before then,” I said, leaping off of the bed.

  “Whoa there,” Trey said, pulling me back to him. “Not so fast, and I will ask you to be more careful, Ms. Preston. After all, you're carrying my birthday present.”

  It took a moment for me to register what he'd said. Then I realized—our baby had been conceived on Trey’s birthday!

  “So you’re not mad your birthday present is going to be nine months late?” I asked with a grin.

  “Not at all, perfection takes time, and our baby will be perfect.”

  He reached over, cupping my face in his hands and lowered his face to kiss me gently. I was so in need of my Trey fix; I felt at peace.

  We showered together and then dressed for dinner. I'd offered to cook something at the house but he insisted on taking me out. We went to a cozy bistro just a few blocks away. I was famished these days and nothing tasted bad to me. We talked about his family during dinner. His brothers would not be coming in for Thanksgiving, which actually made me feel better about going. I'd be nervous enough meeting his parents. Trey said that his brothers usually made it back for Christmas.

  Trey’s father, Clive had been born and raised in England. He would turn 70 years old in January; his mother, Susan was born and raised in Virginia, not far from Bristol. She'd met Trey’s father when she attended college in England. She was two years younger than Clive. Both of his parents had descended from families that were very involved with horses either as trainers or breeders. Trey mentioned that his parents had seen the video of the dressage competition that netted first place for Derringer.

  I decided to redirect the conversation toward Trey’s past. “Are you ever going to tell me about your relationship with Tess?”

  His face darkened and I hoped he wasn’t angry with me for bringing it up, though he'd promised to tell me anything I wanted to know a while ago.

  “What is it exactly you want to know?” He was testy.

  Did I really want to go there? I decided that I did. “I want to know everything. How you met. Why the engagement was broken. If you still love her,” I finished, softly.

  He looked at me warily.

  “Not tonight Tylar. Tonight I’d like it just to be about us, okay? I promise I’ll fill you in another time.” He placed his hand over mine. “You look tired Tylar. Let’s get you home and tucked into bed. It’s a work night for you.” I nodded, allowing him to help me with my coat and take my arm as we exited to the chilly November evening.

  Once home, I went upstairs and dressed for bed. When I returned downstairs, Trey was on his laptop, checking email.

  “You don’t have Wi-Fi,” he commented.

  “I don’t have a computer anymore. Mom took it when she emptied the house out. I had a desktop.”

  “We’ll have to see about getting you one,” he stated.

  “Trey—” I started, but Trey cut me off.

  “Tylar, there are certain things with me that are non-negotiable. This is one. If you refuse to go back to Atlanta with me, I can’t force you. But I have to be able to communicate with you. Your phone needs updating and you need a laptop too. I'll buy these for you, end of conversation. Come kiss me good night.”

  “Aren’t you coming to bed, Trey?”

  He was sprawled on the loveseat, his shoes off with his feet crossed resting on the coffee table. “I’ve got some emails to answer, and then I’ll be up,” he said, tugging my hand with his so that I was right next to the love seat. I bent down and kissed him.

  “Don’t be too long,” I said, brushing my hand against his crotch suggestively. My second trimester hormones were raging and I'd plans for them. I skipped on up the stairs to my room. I had no problem falling asleep once my head hit the pillow. I felt safe knowing that Trey was in my home, and that he would be next to me in bed.

  I woke when I felt him beside me. He was snuggled up against me; his arms enfolded me to him. I could feel his steady heartbeat against me. His hands were gently rubbing my neck and my hair.

  “Don’t ever leave me, Tylar.” It was barely a whisper; I couldn’t be sure it was even said. I wasn’t about to ask. I smiled peacefully. He pulled the covers up over us. We slept naked, our limbs entangled with each other for the rest of the night.

  My alarm went off precisely at 7:30 a.m. as usual. I stretched languidly in the warm covers of my bed, still naked and it felt good against my sheets. Trey wasn't in bed beside me. I hadn’t felt him leave the bed. A feeling of panic hit me and I called out his name.

  I heard steps in the hallway; Trey poked his head in. The lower half of his face was covered with shaving cream. A towel was wrapped around his hips. “I’m right here,” he said. His hair was damp and tousled from his shower.

  I tried to pretend that the panic I felt when I awoke and he was gone from my bed had not driven me to call out his name. He was still watching me, waiting for me to say something. “I was just wondering what you’re going to do today while I’m at work?” That was a plausible inquiry.

  “I’m planning on working from here. I’ve got my phone and laptop. I’m going to see about getting our reservations for the trip. Now get your sexy ass out of bed and get ready. I’ll have your breakfast waiting.” He flashed a grin and left my room.

  I stretched again, rifling my hands through my tousled hair and reluctantly scooted out of bed. I shrugged into my pink robe and tied the belt around my waist. I sorted through the clothes hanging in my closet, deciding on my work outfit. I showered and dressed quickly, applying just a hint of makeup.

  Downstairs I could hear Trey banging around in the kitchen, and a few mumbled curses floated up to my ears as I descended the staircase. What now? He was dressed in black jeans that looked heavenly on his perfect, masculine body. He had on a grey long-sleeved Henley shirt. His hair was still damp. He wore nothing on his feet but socks.

  “You need to go to the grocery,” he commented.

  The source of his irritation was plainly evident now. He'd flung cupboards open in search of food. It appeared he'd found my lone box of
Rice Chex and had poured me a bowlful. The milk was on the table, along with silverware and a small glass of orange juice. This was my normal breakfast. I didn’t see a problem.

  “Thanks,” I said, cheerfully, taking my place at the table. I poured milk on the cereal looking up at him as I took my first spoonful.

  “This is what you eat for breakfast every day?”

  “Uh yeah, why?”

  “Tylar, this is hardly a substantial breakfast, particularly during pregnancy,” he chastised me. “You see, this is exactly why you need to be with me in Atlanta,” he said, irritated.

  This was exactly why I shouldn’t be with him in Atlanta, I thought to myself. “Trey, let’s not argue about what I eat for breakfast, please? It’s not good for the baby.”

  “What?” he asked, puzzled. “What’re you talking about?”

  “I’ve read up on pregnancy. Babies are much more aware of things going on in utero than you might think. For example, babies can start hearing things at 18 weeks and respond to sounds. I know that I’m a few weeks away from that, but I'm trying to get into the habit of not raising my voice, or being verbally combative. When this baby is born, I certainly don’t want him or her to think I’m the harsh parent.”

  Trey cocked his eyebrow at my insinuation. I saw a hint of a smile cross his lips. “Then Tylar, I suggest we stop fucking,” he replied, a look of sincere concern on his handsome face. “I’d hate for our child to hear some of the things that Mommy screams when Daddy hits her special spot.” He was unable to contain his laughter when he saw that I finally realized he was teasing. I had to laugh as well. It was so seldom Trey was playful with me and I loved it.

  I gave him a kiss before leaving, telling him that I'd be home right after work. Fortunately the day flew by. I finished updating all of the files, and was able to close three out that were finally at $0 balance. Everyone was energized about the long Thanksgiving weekend.

  When I pulled into the driveway at home, my butterflies surged at the thought of seeing Trey. The front door was open. Trey was busy in the living room programming my new phone. “Hey you,” he said with a smile as I entered. “Your phone's ready,” he said, handing it to me. “Let me show you how everything works.” He'd added my phone to his service plan.