Page 123 of Maybe Baby

My hand slid under the covers and rested on Trey’s hard chest. I slowly moved my hand downward, enjoying the feel of his body beneath my fingertips. They traced along his treasure trail. I was delighted to discover he'd not bothered putting his boxers on after his shower. My hand encircled his growing erection, and I heard his breath catch as I massaged it into further erection.

“You're fucking insatiable, Tylar.”

“What do you plan on doing about that, Trey?” I asked, arching my eyebrow seductively.

Trey rose up, lifting me from him and placed me on my back. He straddled me, pinning me beneath his strong, muscular legs. His face lowered to mine, his lips warm and soft against my lips. His tongue playfully found mine and our kiss grew heated and passionate. His tongue traced down the column of my neck, his hands reaching to pull the spaghetti straps from my shoulders. I raised my arms so that he could slip my nightgown off.

Trey had always loved my breasts. Now that they were swelling with my pregnancy he was even more enamored. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the pink tip. He gently suckled my breast, kneading the other one with his hand. He then moved his mouth to my other breast, giving it equal time and attention. I was so wet for him and he hadn’t arrived yet.

He finally moved further south with his magic tongue, gently flicking it around my navel ring. His hands had moved ahead and his fingers gently plied the folds of my sex, capturing my clitoris and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned, my hips starting to rotate beneath his touch.

“You’re wet for me Tylar,” he said softly, inserting a finger inside me, while his thumb continued to thrum my clitoris. “I want to taste that wetness,” his voice husky now. In a moment I felt his hot tongue on my sex, licking and sucking eagerly.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, “you taste so fine, baby.”

His hands and tongue continued their play, igniting every nerve in the region. He slipped another finger into me, stroking me from the inside with gentle continued pressure. His other hand was splayed against my pelvis, his thumb pressing rhythmically against the exterior of my pubic bone. His tongue flicked my clitoris as his thumb pressed my now engorged sweet spot. My hips were moving up and down, over and around in tempo with his expert fingers and tongue. I couldn’t quiet my moaning as my orgasm built.

“Trey,” I cried, “please… I’m ready...”

“That’s it Tylar, I want you to come like this.”

I tensed up, trying to hold my release back. I'd never come like this; dual orgasms synchronized perfectly with Trey’s mouth down there. I wasn’t sure about this at all.

“Don’t hold back, let it happen Tylar. I want it now.”

My hands fisted his damp hair. His rhythm increased steadily, driving me to the edge. In that moment all that mattered was my release and it was there. My orgasm exploded around him; my body pulsated, my fluid gushed. I felt Trey's mouth drinking it in and he moaned at the intensity, sucking and licking at the core of my sex. My clitoral orgasm was right behind it, causing my body to shudder again and again as it unfolded in spasms of pure pleasure. I cried out his name as tears flowed down my cheeks. When the release finally ebbed, I was left in total satisfaction and awe of Trey’s finesse with my body.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured, drawing himself up on his knees.

The orgasm left me feeling both spent and invigorated. I wanted more; I wanted to taste him. I rose up and positioned myself on my forearms in front of Trey. His erection was bold and impressive. My hand encircled his shaft as my tongue traced down its length, swirling around from head to root. I took him deep into my mouth, sheathing my teeth as my hands lifted his hips to my mouth.

Trey moaned and buried his hands in my hair, twisting it at the nape to pull my head back. I looked up into his eyes that burned with desire and something else, not quite familiar. I increased my play at the head of his cock, nipping gently at the supersensitive ridge. My hands kneaded his sack from behind. I traced his seam, gently rubbing the area near his prostate.

“Oh God, Tylar,” he gasped, thrusting his engorged erection in and out of my mouth. I watched as he clenched his jaw and his thrusting stopped. His erection throbbed as he emptied himself into my mouth. I swallowed several times, the warm, salty liquid cleansing my throat, feeding my need for replenishment, my need for Trey. I waited for his last shudder and he relaxed back, pulling himself from my mouth. He sat on the bed and lifted me into his lap. He kissed my hair, my face, and my neck.

“You’re mine,” he murmured softly. “You’re my sweet, sweet girl and no one else’s, do you understand that?”

I nodded and rested my head against his chest as his strong arms encircled me. We sat like that for several minutes. I could have stayed in his arms all night; I loved feeling safe, satisfied, and secure in Trey’s arms. I started to drift off to sleep.

“Come on Tylar. Let’s get you tucked in for the night.” Trey lifted me up, gently laying me down beneath the covers, pulling them up over me. He rose from the bed and I watched as he went to his closet for a pair of silk boxers. He pulled them on; they hung low on his hips, his treasure trail visible on his flat abdomen. I was in awe of his taut muscular body. If our baby was a boy, I wanted him to look just like Trey. Hell, if our baby was a girl, I wanted her to look just like Trey. He was watching me watching him.

“What?” he asked, giving me his crooked grin.

“I was just wondering what our baby might look like.”

“As long as it doesn’t look like Mark, I'll be satisfied,” he replied, climbing into bed beside me.

The spell was broken in that moment. How could he have made such a tactless comment? Tears immediately sprang to my eyes. Did he suddenly doubt what he plainly saw? I turned my back to him, pulling the bed covers up tightly around me, moving to the very edge of the king-size bed.

“Hey,” he said, gently, moving over to me, “I was kidding, Tylar, it was a joke.” He put his hand on my back, lowering his face so that his mouth was next to my ear. “I’m sorry Tylar. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me.”

I turned my face toward him. He saw the tears that stained my cheeks. His face showed remorse as his thumb gently wiped the wetness from my cheeks.

“Don’t ever say anything like that to me again,” I warned, my voice quivering. “Do you think that I planned on being a mother at 21, Trey? Have you stopped to think how this has affected me and my plans for the future?”

“Tylar, I said I was—”

“I don’t care about your apology this time,” I interrupted. “Some things can’t be forgotten with a simple apology.”

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