AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You taste so sweet, Tylar. I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned, increasing the tempo of his tongue.
“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.
Come ON, that's mean!
“I want you NOW, Trey!” I ordered, not caring who overheard.
Swiftly, Trey tossed me across his bed. He put my feet on his shoulders and entered me gently at first. I could feel him getting larger as he built momentum and plunged himself into me again and again. I met him thrust for thrust, my pelvis meeting his. I cried for release.
“Come on Tylar,” Trey coaxed, “I need you to squeeze my cock and make me come.”
As if on command, I contracted 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.
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 to watch him. He seemed to be deep in thought or bothered. I wasn’t sure which.
“Hey you,” I said, “why so quietnow?"
He turned to 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 premature labor, all right?”
Holy Hell! He's not taking my O's away!
“Trey - why don’t you look online? That question's embarrassing.”
“Everything you find online isn't necessarily accurate, Tylar. Please just ask her?”
“Yes sir,” I said now clearly irritated with him.
“Oh damn,” I said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “I’ve got to dry my hair and get ready. Gina's going to be here. We’re shopping today.”
“What?” he asked following me into the bathroom. “How’d I not know about this until now?”
I shrugged my robe on. Trey was still naked and stood with his hands on his hips waiting for an answer. “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 thought this weekend was to be about you and me spending it together.”
Now he was laying a nice little guilt trip on me. It might've worked if he hadn't spent so much time in the study on his laptop or phone 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 started combing through my hair, watching him in the mirror. He did look genuinely disappointed. “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.”
“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.”
