“You have a beautiful mouth,” she stated breathlessly. This time she kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth and lingering, she moaned when his tongue touched hers. Trevet lifted his head looking deep in her eyes, before his mouth covered her kissing her hard, bringing her so close to him that he lay back on the couch with her on top of him. She twined her arms around his neck, her legs parting and came into direct connection of his growing manhood, kissing him just as passionately as he gave it. She flexed her hips grinding against him, he groaned, and she was on the edge of an orgasm right then.
Trevet grasped her hips to stop her before he came. Easing her of him, he rose, taking her hand pulling her with him.
Still clothed, Trevet coaxed her to sit on the bed, lowering to her feet and removed her shoes. Bri moved to the center of the bed. Trevet kicked off his shoes and lay beside her.
Trevet leaned over her; she looked directly into his now steely gray eyes. Her breathing shallow and deep, his mouth so near their breaths mingled. He kissed her, she sighed. He traced her lips with his tongue, she sighed.
“Meet me,” he said into her mouth. Her head rose to take what he offered so freely. Trevet mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck, to the swell of her breast. Bri’s breath caught in her throat, her small hand touched the back of his head, and trailed to his broad shoulders, the muscles rippled under her hands. Trevet leaned up gazing into her eyes.
“I want to feel you under my hands,” she said pulling at his shirt. He leaned up and pulled his shirt off his broad shoulders. Bri sat up anxiously waiting to see his body again. When he was shirtless, she climbed to the edge of the bed and touched his bare chest. He was beautiful. Where her hand touched, so did her lips.
Trevet moaned at the touch of her warm, gentle hands caressing him. Laying her down, Trevet stood over her. Slowly his hands caressed her legs as his hands traveled up and slipped under her dress. His hand trailed up to her underwear, his finger slipped into the side of her panties, teasing her, by barely touching her. His steely gray eyes holding hers. His fingers rubbed her sensual spot, she moaned, and her legs opened and arched against his hand instinctively. His finger slipped inside her wetness; her walls tightened. Trevet hissed by the tightness he felt. Reluctantly he removed his fingers. If he didn’t take her now, he was going to burst. He wanted to be inside her, to feel the tightening of her wall, as he felt on his finger.
He left her to remove the rest of his clothing. Bri reached behind and unzipped her dress tossing it on the side and unhooking the bra letting it fall to the floor. Bri lay before him clad only in her hi-cut lace red panties. She was everything, he thought she’d be; sexy, incredibly shapely and damn she smelled so good.
Bri admired his body. He is magnificent. His sculptured body fascinated her and all she wanted to run her hands all over him. She felt his weight on the bed as he joined her and lay at her side. His lips found hers; she knew she could kiss him forever. His strong hands cupped her breasts, gently kneading them until her nipples were like pebbles when his lips left hers and took the nub in his mouth, Bri sighed loudly. Gently he sucked, flicking his tongue over the nipple, switching to imbibe the other breast with the same wonderful treatment. The excitement that went through her caused her to gasp from the sensation. She had never felt anything like it. Her hand grasped his head not holding but stroking his head as he drove her insane with his hot skillful mouth. His lips trailed down to her flat stomach, her stomach contract under his lips.
He moved lower. Bri tensed, and grabbed the blankets, feeling his breath on her, most intimate part.
“Trevet,” she cried. His mouth was even with her femininity. He kissed her nub chastely, feeling her body shudder. He continued placing kisses over her, her gasps and cries making him even more aroused than he already was. He was too far gone to pull away. She tasted so delicious, so pure, and so womanly. He lifted her hip and drank his fill of her as her hot wetness burst forth between her thighs.
“Trevet,” she moaned. Her body tingling in the most incredible way, from her head to the tip of her toes, his tongue was wrecking havoc with her body. He rose above her, pushing her knees apart. She looked up at him dazed. “I want to make you feel like I feel,” she said huskily.
“You will,” he replied reaching over to the side table getting a condom rolling over his rock hard shaft. She was ready. He could wait any more. Trevet positioned himself between her thighs, and then took her mouth demanding her attention. Swirling his shaft around her nub between her swollen folds, he allowed the crown to enter her tight slit. “Open for me baby,” he growled. When her legs opened wide, he thrust forward. She screamed and dug her nails into his back. Trevet stilled, hissing at the sensation, savoring the wet tightness of her, taken pleasure in the way she pulsated around his hardened manhood. Slowly he moved in her, as she moved beneath him, her mouth on his neck gently nipping and sucking. Lifting one thigh, he tunneled deep inside, and she screamed her pleasure as she clamped around him like a vise. Repeatedly he buried his manhood in her, riding her as a man possessed. Bri met him thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke, holding him in a tight embrace as she rode the storm that was building between them. Lust tore through him like molten lava. His hand reached between them and caressing her nub while he moved inside her; it was her undoing. He removed his hand, and knew she was finding her peak, and he was losing control, with her wild abandonment. Trevet leaned up on his hands, his head back, eyes closed as he felt her orgasm massaging his manhood. The muscles in his arms contracting and bulging, as he moved inside her pushing in and out of her unabashedly, desire consuming him, as she screamed her release that echoed in the room. He wanted this ecstasy to last forever.
Trevet lay atop her, his face in the side of her neck, their bodies still entangled; both regain the energy they had given to each other. Bri lay staring dazed at the ceiling in awe of what she just experienced.
Trevet rolled from her, lying on his side. She turned her head, looking at him, a smile played on her lips that turned into a broad grin.
“So,” he said smiling, “What are you grinning about?”
Bri rolled away, hiding her face into the pillow.
Trevet couldn’t resist caressing her naked behind. She rolled back to face him, a smug look his face. He knew he had pleased her.
“Did I please you?” She asked hesitantly. Her hand caressing his chest, journeying lower, Down to his hard abdomen, and continuing downward, until she held him in her hand. She felt him throb at her touch. She looked at him. His eyes closed with a groan. Still holding on to him, she leaned into him, her lips on his chest.
“I love your hands on me, don’t stop,” he said low. Gently she pushed him to his back, straddling him. She leaned forward and kissed him.
She lifted her mouth, “Help me please you,” she said against his lips.
He lifted her hips, easing her down on him.
“Oh my,” he heard her say, and he smiled.
“I’m going to enjoy you, my lady, and I guarantee your going to enjoy me,” he said while he moved inside her.
They made love through the night and slept until mid morning.
Chapter Seven
Bri woke startled. “Oh no!” She cried bounding from the bed quickly. “What time is it?” She asked alarmed, looking on the floor for her clothes. She found her dress and slipped it on zipping it up.
Leaning up on his elbow, Trevet watched as she frantically looked around the floor.
“Where are my panties?”
“Bri,” Trevet called calmly.
She palmed her breasts in her hands. “Oh my, did I wear a bra?”
“Bri,” Trevet repeated, a smile playing on his lips.
“Why are you lying there?” She said finding one shoe and slipping it on her foot.
“Where is my other shoe?” She said hobbling around with one pump on her foot. “Oh my, Aaron’s, he’s going to miss me.”
“Bri, will you calm down.” Trevet started laughing at her
.
She stopped moving and frowned at him, hands on hips.
“Trevet!” She yelled, “Get out of that bed!” She demanded.
Trevet fell back on the bed laughing harder. She hobbled to the side of his bed and snatched the covers from him.
“Stop that, and get out of that bed!”
“Bri, it's okay, I called your parents, Aaron is fine, you’re…,” he told her.
“Oh, Trevet, you didn’t,” she groaned covering her face. Trevet laughed harder, and pulled her down on him. She landed on top of him.
“Trevet,” she said in a warning tone.
He unzipped her dress; her arms went behind to stop him.
“Trevet, stop that!” She said, “I have to go!” She said.
“Not today,” he said nibbling on her ear.
“Stop it, Trevet, I mean it” she softly, trying to pull away from him. He held her to him with one arm across her back. His free hand caressing her rounded butt.
“You have to stop,” she said weakening, before his lips took her. She relaxed against him.
“No,” she gasped, her eyes closed, his hands doing things she couldn’t explain or resist. He rolled her over, hovering over her.
“Aaron is fine; your parents know you’re with me.”
“Yeah, and now they know what we were doing last night,” she groaned and covered her face with her hands.
“You think,” he said trying to sound surprised, kissing her quickly. Bri removed her hands and glared at him.
“So if I’m to spend this day with you what are we going to do, first?”
“That’s simple, I’m going to ravish you, bathe you, ravish you again, feed you, and ravish you again, and then we will pick up Aaron and take him to the park and then dinner.
Bri smiled and kissed him.
A few hours later Bri and Trevet arrived at her parent’s house. Everyone was in the back yard.
Aaron saw Trevet. “Daddy!” He cried happily, running to him. Trevet picked him up. Trevet looked at Bri, and mouthed Daddy, frowning. Bri shrugged, shaking her head.
Bri went to her parents, kissing them.
“Dad you look good today,” she said.
“And you’re glowing,” he whispered, “Isn’t she Mother.”
Irene winked. “I should say so Dad.” Bri blushed and went to greet her son.
“Mommy,” Aaron said happily.
“Hey, have you been a good boy?” She asked smiling at her adorable son.
“Yes,” he lisped. Trevet winked at Bri, smiling.
“Daddy, no go bye-bye,” Aaron said looking at Trevet. Trevet looked at Bri and smiled. Aaron clasped his face between his little hands, gaining his attention.
“Daddy no bye-bye,” he repeated.
“No Aaron, no bye-bye,” Trevet repeated and hugged Aaron. Bri hand rested on Trevet’s arm.
“Give Mommy a kiss,” Trevet told Aaron. He leaned over and gave his mother a wet kiss.
“Daddy kisses Mommy,” Aaron said to Trevet. Trevet smiled, Bri frowned. Trevet leaned down to kiss Bri’s lips.
“Mm…that’s good,” he whispered smiling when they parted. Bri blushed and went to change.
Jorge called Trevet over. Trevet sat beside him.
She's fragile, Trevet, don’t hurt her? Trevet didn’t know if it was advice or a warning.
“I have no intention of that, Jorge, I really care about her.”
“Good,” he said smiling. “Now if anything should happen to me…,"
“Jorge dear, please,” Irene said. Jorge took his wife’s hand in his. “Mother,” he said looking at her with love.
“If anything should happen to me, I want you to take care of my family,” Jorge requested of him.
“I’d be honored.” Trevet told him honestly.
“Jorge must you speak of this now, it upset me.” Irene said her eyes welling up with tears.
“Mother, I have to make sure you and Bri are taken care of,” he said bringing her hand to his lips.
Irene smiled at him. “You rascal,’ she said smiling.
Trevet watched them. He wished for the love they shared. After 30 years of marriage, they were still madly in love.
Irene smiled at Trevet. "Trevet you know we love you as if you were our own son and we trust you, but tread lightly with Bri, she's been hurt and her self esteem is extremely low, but I think you and Bri would be happy together; plus you have a son, Dad.
Trevet smiled, he liked the idea of that. He loved Aaron. Trevet glanced over at him, playing with his ball. Aaron looked up, smiled, and ran to Trevet. Trevet scooped him up and hugged him. Jorge and Irene looked at each other and smiled.
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Trevet and Bri were sitting on the balcony outside her room, her head up looking at the star twinkling, in the dark sky. Trevet noticed how quiet Bri had been for the past couple of days, having spent almost every day together. His greatest joy was coming to see her and Aaron. They hadn’t made love since the first time, by his choice. He needed to slow things down with her, things were just happening too fast. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her; damn he wanted her all the time. He thought about her constantly these few months she been in Atlanta. Right now, he needed to be sure she was what he wanted, and she was sure he was the man for her. She had been in Atlanta for six months now and knew she had a life in Virginia Beach. Was he the reason she stayed as long as she had? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want her to leave Atlanta, but eventually he knew she had to return there.
“Bri,” Trevet said.
Her eyes met his, and then she lowered her head. Trevet lifted her chin.
“You’ve been quiet lately, is something wrong?” He looked directly in her eyes.
She pulled her face away, rose, and walked to the other side of the balcony.
Trevet frowned and went to her. Her back was to him, her hands tensely grasping the railing.
Trevet exhaled a deep breath and went to stand behind her, close but not touching.
Bri stared out into the night. Why he didn’t want her anymore, she wondered. He hadn’t tried to touch her, just a brotherly kiss on the cheek. Didn’t he want her, as she desired him? Late at night she could still feel him inside her, she wanted him to hold her to make love to her as he'd done before. Every time she saw him, her heart rate increases and an excited joy would envelop her. Granted they had fun together with Aaron, she enjoyed the time he spent with him, but he never showed her any affection.
Trevet had awakened something in her, and she wanted to hold on to it with both hands. Did he use her? No. If he did, he wouldn’t continue to come to see Aaron. So why? Is what they shared all there was to it? Maybe she wasn’t what he wanted. If that were the case, she made a mistake and fell in love with the wrong person again.
Bri turned to face him, looking into his gray eyes. She stepped to him, placing her hand on his chest. She felt him tense; she dropped her hands walking away from him. She stopped and turned to him.
“Just tell me Trevet,” she said.
“What Bri?”
“What we shared meant nothing to you,” she said taking a shaky breath. “The mistake I made was making more of it than it really was, how naïve of me.”
“Bri, it’s not that it didn’t mean anything, its just things are happening too fast.”
“Too fast,” she repeated. “You're right, thanks for being kind about it.”
“Bri, you have to understand, it's not…,” he started.
Bri raised her hand. “There’s no need to explain, I understand,” she turned to go into her room, and then stopped.
“I’m going home tomorrow,” she said and turned to leave him.
“Bri! Come back here! Trevet felt his heart skip a beat. She just can’t leave, not yet, he needed more time with her, she needed more time with him, damn it, he muttered.
She turned. “Why Trevet, I have work to do; I stayed longer than I had planned, anyway its time, Goodnight Trevet.” She left him alone on the balc
ony.
Bri watched through her window as Trevet got into his car and left. The tears that had been burning the back of her eyes flowed down her face. She wanted him. She loved him, but he didn’t love her.
Trevet sat in the oversized chair, still damp from his shower and naked under his robe, wondering what had just happened. He had to take things slow with Bri; he had to be sure she knew the difference between lust and love. He knew she wanted him, but he had to slow down, he had to be sure. He wanted her; there was no doubt about that. They made him feel complete when he was with them, he felt as Bri and Aaron were his family, and he wanted true love to go with the family.
Chapter Eight
Bri threw herself into her painting; in the two months, she had returned to Virginia Beach, she had two scheduled exhibits. Her paintings had become so popular, that the Virginia Beach Tourist Committee wanted to feature an article in their travel brochure and some small exhibits when the tourist season started in a few months. Then to her surprise, she got a call from a well-known gallery in New York with a proposal to display her artwork, which she was seriously thinking about doing. Trevet was constantly on her mind. On occasion, he would call and ask about her and Aaron, who missed him terribly. When Trevet finished talking to him, her poor baby would cry, sometimes she felt like crying herself. She had to get herself together, stop pining over something that never had a chance of happening.
Bri and Aaron were eating breakfast. “Mommy,” Aaron said one morning, “I see Daddy?” Aaron had asked that question every day since they had returned to Virginia.
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