by DL White
"There's the cattle over there." Trey pointed to a field where cows grazed openly.
"Baby goats!" I pointed toward the petting zoo near us. "I'd rather pet a baby goat."
Trey shrugged. "It's your list. Go pet a baby goat."
We walked through a field to the petting zoo entrance. Donkeys, sheep, and goats wandered around, bleating and showing off. A little black goat wandered over to us.
"Look at this little dude," Trey said, squatting next to the fence. I kneeled next to him. "Or gal. I don't know how to tell without getting up close and personal. It’ll probably let you pet it.”
The goat poked its nose through the slats in the pen.
"Hi, little one," I cooed. I stuck out my hand and rubbed its little nose. It was wet and twitching as it sniffed. I moved around to its ears and rubbed the soft surface of its head.
The goat let out a low bleat and licked the air, then bounded away to join its friends frolicking in the field. "I guess he's done with me. How cute, though!"
"See, livestock is not scary. You want me to buy you a goat, baby?"
I laughed, looping my arm around Trey's. "Are you going to offer to buy me whatever I like?"
"That's the plan. Gotta keep my girl happy."
"Then can you buy me some lunch? And a shower? I smell like a goat."
"That's it? That wasn't that bad." Trey turned to lead us away from the petting zoo.
"That's it. Another one bites the dust."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Esme
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"Trey."
He put the Range Rover in park, then unhooked his seat belt. “Esme.”
"This is us? Right here? This house?"
He looked up at the two-story home painted an adorable sea foam blue, bordered by lush green grass. When we got out of the car, the sound of ocean waves crashing onto the shore was almost deafening. I already never wanted to leave.
His head swiveled back to me, and he smiled. "Like it?"
"Love it. Will you buy me a beach house?"
"Yup. Let's get our bags."
Trey pulled a key from the lockbox on the front door and pushed it open. The air inside smelled like lemon Pine-Sol, Windex, and Glade plug-ins.
"Wow," I whispered, taking a self-guided tour through the house. Bright, airy, spacious. Wide, deep couches, big TV, bigger windows. The kitchen seemed to be mostly countertops, bookended by stainless steel appliances. There were three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a game room, a family room, plus outdoor living space, and a path that led straight to the private beach.
I opened the sliding doors, stood at the deck railing, and listened to the sounds of the surf rushing in and out. Footsteps sounded on the deck. I caught the scent of his cologne before Trey slid his arms around me.
"Hey, girl."
"This is so nice, Trey. Is this yours?"
"Nah. I know the owners, though, so if the place is available, I rent it. I was going to put us at a hotel, but they had a cancellation for this weekend. It was meant to be. Besides…"
He used his hands to twist me around so that I faced him. "I wanted privacy. You know, so we can do what we want, go where we want."
I smiled. "Make as much noise as we want?"
"That too." Trey inhaled, his chest barreling with the depth of his breath. "Uhm. Do you mind if we run things down, real quick?"
"Sure."
"How are you feeling? You change your mind or anything?"
I shook my head. "Nope. I want this."
"Good. Five days. We're here to relax. To build a little cocoon of sexy, sweet good times. Good food, good wine, good sex."
"Yes. I like that."
"Birth control?"
"Took it. Haven't missed a day in years."
Trey nodded. "Cool. I have condoms like you asked."
"Thank you. Next week, I can pull up my STD test online."
"Same. So, I figured we could hit the grocery store, get some essentials like water, juice, coffee… whatever. Maybe some quick stuff to cook during the day. There are some nice places I want to take you to, especially on the beach, so we can eat dinners out."
"Sounds amazing. I'm excited."
"Me too." He dipped his head so that our foreheads met. "Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"I said that I wouldn't ask, and I'm sticking to that. I want you to be in control, so that kind of leaves it up to you to let me know when you're ready for me to—"
"Tear that pussy up?"
Trey inhaled deeply through his nose. "Exactly."
"Well, shit." I pushed him backward toward the house. "I was ready three days ago. You're the one that wanted to wait."
We made it past the threshold of the sliding doors, long enough to close and lock them before our mouths met with desperate whimpers and grunts, our hands restlessly groping and feeling, pulling at each other's clothing.
We wandered across the house, aiming for the bedroom on the first floor, falling across the bed while hurriedly pulling clothes off of each other. I tugged his short down; he pulled off my shorts, my shirt and bra, leaving me in wispy, lacy black panties. Trey took off his t-shirt and gravitated back toward my warm and trembling body.
He rolled on top of me, his erection pressing into me so hard that I couldn’t help but gyrate against him. He responded in kind, grinding against me, licking and sucking my nipples until they were standing on end and puffy.
“Lick me. Please. I want your mouth on me."
With a gentle push, I directed him south until his face was buried in my mound. He nipped at my clit through my panties, which drove me crazy until he hooked his thumbs under the band and pulled them down. The cool air of the room felt good in the seconds before his warm tongue bathed my clit, the texture and roughness sending fingers of lightning up my back.
"Fuck, yesss!"
I locked him there, holding onto the back of his head while I bucked against his tongue. I was frenzied and frantic, on the verge of climax when… suddenly he was gone.
"No!" I opened my eyes and sat up, reaching for him. "Why'd you stop? Where are you going?"
"Hang on, baby. I want to be inside you when you come."
He left and came back with his bag, then dug out his shaving kit and pulled out several condoms, keeping one and tossing the others onto the nightstand.
"Ambitious, aren't you?"
Trey grinned. He ripped open the packet and removed the ring, tossing the wrapper to the nightstand as well. "I'm hoping you enjoy yourself and want to do it again. And again. And again."
He rolled the condom on, checking to be sure it was secure. His sheathed penis was...tempting. Never before in life had I felt so ready for a man to lay me down and have his way with me. I reached for him, grabbing his face to bring him to me to take his lips before this moment.
"I want you to have a good time, too. Don't stop until you come."
"I've done this before. The whole point is for you to have a good time." Trey bent to kiss me while reaching down to spread my legs.
I should have been nervous. With every other previous attempt, I'd been scared out of my mind. I even got to the naked, condom on, legs spread stage and backed out, crying and shaking and ready to throw up. That guy never spoke to me again. I took that experience as a sign that I wasn’t ready. I put a hold on sex until I knew that I was ready.
Now… I was ready.
Trey was slow, sweet, and gentle as he worked his way in, pushing in, pulling back, working more of himself inside me with each thrust. I concentrated on feeling every movement, loving the sensation of him sliding in and out, filling me. Despite not wanting a big moment, the moment was pretty damn special.
Trey exhaled, then relaxed, lowering himself so that we were chest to chest. I wrapped my arms around him as our lips met.
"You good?"
"I am so, so... so good. You feel… I wish I could think of a better word than amazing." I giggled at feeling my body clench around him. "Oh!"
H
e grinned. "That's me, baby."
"Wow. I mean, wow like... you feel so fucking good, wow."
Trey began to rock his hips, moving deep inside, then pulling back. "Esme," he whispered, his voice already ragged. "I really wanted this to be romantic, you know? Some music, some wine…”
He bit down on his bottom lip.
"Then I ruined it by jumping you?"
I felt his laugh vibrate through his body to mine. "Nah, you didn't ruin shit. If you're having fun, it's perfect. We can do romance later.”
"Because we're definitely fucking again."
"The house was part of the plan. So we could make noise, really have a good time. You feel me?"
I grinned. "You want to hear me come."
"I want to hear everything."
"Trey…" I wiggled underneath him and locked my limbs around him, then dropped my tone into the phone sex line register. "Fuck me, so we can make that happen."
"Woman…" His eyes narrowed. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and slowly shook his head. "Ain't got to tell me twice."
Trey dipped his head to my neck and let his mouth, his tongue, and his dick do the talking. He pushed into me, building to a steady rhythm. I rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts, not at all bashful about shouting my pleasure into the air.
A flicker sparked in the pit of my belly and spread. My body began to quake; I felt myself gush. Trey's moans grew deeper, more like grunts. His thrusts were deliciously forceful, met with the crash of my body against his.
"Trey! I’m…right there! Don't stop!"
"No chance," he said, his grin wide. "I want to hear it. Come for me, Esme."
I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, putting all of my strength and concentration on the sensation of being full, being stretched, being pleasured… sexually.
I rolled my hips, moving with Trey as he picked up speed. I clutched his torso and arched my back. "Shhiiiit!"
"Comin'?"
Every nerve I possessed exploded at the same time. I was simultaneously stiff and limp, pulsating, and jerking. “Yes! Yes! I’m coming!"
My limbs instinctively closed around him like a trap. I clung to him, hunching against him to eke out every spasm while his name ripped from my throat.
Trey rode it out, not missing a stroke, pushing himself up for leverage to thrust harder.
"Fuck… right behind you,” he grunted, through a locked jaw, working his hips like a piston. His body tensed, his skin turned a deep red pallor beneath his dark tone, and I felt him pulse. He let a breath out in a thin hiss. His hips jerked against mine, eliciting rhythmic grunts.
He opened his eyes, seeming surprised that I'd watched him.
"That was the most erotic scene I've ever watched. Beats porn any time."
His body came to rest. He kissed my lips before lowering his forehead so his touched mine. "You should watch yourself come some time."
He stroked my hair, pushing my sweat soaked curls back from my forehead. "Esme..." He paused, only beaming a tired smile at me.
"We had sex," I finished, giggling.
He nodded. "And more importantly, you…"
"Have had sex!" I shouted.
Trey laughed with me. "Another adventure off of your Never list. You good?"
I sighed, grinning into the air, at nothing and everything. "Shit. I might be good for the rest of my life."
"Well, I was hoping to have more, better sex with you."
My eyes spun in their sockets with giddy joy. "It gets better than that? I have been missing out!"
"Perfecting sex is the fun part." He dropped a kiss on my lips. "This is exactly… exactly how I wanted it to be with you. I'm so happy right now."
"Me too, Trey."
"I mean it, Es. I'm happy with you."
"You're still inside me. I would be worried if you weren't happy right now."
"Well, yeah, but later, when we get up and shower, or tomorrow when we're hanging out together, or next week when we're back in Atlanta, I'm still going to be happy with you. I need to know that that's what you want. Because I'm pursuing you. With a vengeance."
"A vengeance," I repeated. "So, you're on a mission."
"I am. I need you to fall in love with me, at your earliest convenience. Like ASAP.”
My heart bloomed in my chest, so big I thought it might burst out of my body. Whatever I did to get him, if keeping him involved sex, I was willing to do it.
"I think I can make that happen. So, curious—what happens when I fall in love with you?"
"New mission. Keep you in love with me. We roll it forward."
“I like that. I really like that.”
I sighed, then suddenly felt the cool air in the room since we’d come down. Trey's stomach growled, giving away his extreme hunger.
“We should probably shower and go to the grocery store, before I make you fuck me again.”
“Not that that’s a bad idea…”
We could not stop giggling.
At random moments, like while we held hands on the drive to the grocery store or stood in the pasta aisle arguing about elbow or rotini, or while waiting for the clerk at the meat counter to grind fresh turkey for me because I was being picky, we would look at one another and laugh.
If sex made you giddy and touchy-feely and gave the illusion of walking on a cloud, then I always wanted to be having sex. I was in the mood to go again, but responsibilities like stocking the cabinets for a tall, very hungry man and his girl loomed.
"Do you think we got enough food?"
"I eat a lot." Trey glanced at the backseat and the trunk overflowing with plastic grocery bags. "Maybe we went overboard, but I'd rather have too much food than have to keep coming back."
He started the car, then his hand migrated to the usual spot. I loved that his hand had a usual spot.
"You good?"
He glanced over at me as he pulled out of the parking spot. The sun was on its descent toward the horizon, giving the beach town a pinkish wash.
"I'm real good, baby. You?"
"If you're real good, I'm real good. Are you sore?"
I let out a snort. "You think highly of yourself, don't you?"
"I'm aight." He shrugged, then looked over at me again. "Seriously, though. Do you need a drugstore or anything?"
"No. I feel fine."
"I mean…" He shot me a sideways glance. "I hit that pretty good. You should be feeling something."
I cackled. "Fine. That big ol' dick tore me up. Wore me out. I'm bowlegged now. Is that the hit that your ego is looking for?"
Trey grinned. "That's the hit I needed. My big ol' dick is happy now."
"Well, tell him to suit up. He's not done working."
"You said you didn't want to feel like you wasted the experience. I did good?”
"You're a very good lay, Mr. Pettigrew. Not a waste in the least.”
I glanced over at him, then laughed at the pride in his smile.
He squeezed my thigh in his palm. "You're not so bad yourself, with these wrapped around me. I'm definitely looking forward to the repeat. You know what we should do first, though?"
"Before we have sex again? Nothing."
"We should swim in the ocean. Might as well cross it off of your list." He glanced at me to find that I was shooting daggers in his direction. "I think I created a monster."
"A mean ass that wants to fuck you. Yes. You did that." I turned my face toward the warm glow of the waning sun. "I do kind of want to get in the water."
"Let's do that then."
The house was steps from the beach, so after we put our groceries away, we changed into swimwear and headed down the path of wood slats to the edge of the water. The sand was soft, not rocky when I bent to dig up a scoop and let it run through my fingers.
"You've been to the beach before, right?"
Trey stood next to me, his molded chest and taut belly bare. His barely-there swim shorts were a source of endless amusement to me. I wore a two-piece that I picked up at th
e last minute when my sisters dragged me to the Swim Shoppe at Phipps Plaza, otherwise known as the Uppity Mall. Nothing in there cost under $100 besides socks.
Swim Shoppe had cute suits in sizes that would hold my breasts and cover my assets, though, so I felt amazing in a navy blue twist front bikini top and matching bottom. I tucked my hair into a swim cap and I picked up a floral cover-up that hung to my knees to give an extra layer of security if I needed it. So far, it was folded over my arm.
"Tybee. St. Simons Island. I just never get in the water."
"What is it about ocean water that scares you?"
I stood at the edge of the waterline, watching a wave come in from a mile off, slowly rolling toward us. It crashed onto the beach in front of us, washing over our feet, then moving back out.
"Maybe the strength of the current. I feel like it's going to carry me out, and I won't be able to get back. All those stories about people drowning at Lake Lanier..."
I shuddered.
"Ok. Do you want to try walking out with me? Then we'll float while the waves come in and go out. I won't let go. I promise."
I stuck my hand out and tossed the coverup back onto the sand. Trey and I clasped hands as we stepped into the waves that gently lapped at the shore. I matched him, step for step until we were waist deep.
"I think if we take this approach to everything that scares me, I'll be fine."
"I do it with you? I wouldn't mind that."
"You hold my hand; you distract me with these lips…" I kissed him before I went on. "And then you promise me sex when we're done."
Trey laughed. "I definitely created a monster."
"Do you like this monster?"
"I love this monster."
The waves rushing in grew louder. I stepped in closer and wrapped my arms tighter around him. "I got you," he soothed, holding me close while the wave washed past us, disturbing the bed under our feet, but leaving us standing as it rushed back out. When the water was calm again, I exhaled but didn't let go of Trey.
I never wanted to let go of Trey.