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It was 11:45 a.m. when we pulled up to the manor. Clive and Susan stood waiting for us on the porch. Susan grabbed me in a hug, making me stand back so that she could see my belly. Clive slapped Trey on the back. I greeted Clive with a hug and peck on the cheek. He blushed and pulled me to him in a gentle bear hug. Susan was gushing over her youngest son’s Santa hat, telling him how darling he looked. I wondered if Trey was her favorite. I looked forward to seeing how she interacted with the other sons.
Thatcher helped Trey with our luggage. Susan put her arm around my waist and we walked together into the house. She announced that Nigel and Tristan would be arriving around 2 p.m. the next day. Christmas Eve dinner was at 7 p.m. Susan asked Trey about our plans for the day. Trey’s eyes locked with mine when he told his mother that he and I needed a nap before lunch. He told her we were going to finish our Christmas shopping after that. She said she was busy baking in the kitchen and was relieved that we had our own plans.
Trey took a suitcase in one hand and pulled me up the stairs behind him for our nap. Thatcher had already put my suitcases in Trey’s suite. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pulled me close. His hands framed my face; his thumbs caressed my cheeks. Our tongues playfully probed and explored, his teeth tugged at my lower lip, sending shivers up my spine.
He raised my arms up over my head, pulling my sweater off, tossing it to the floor. His fingers dropped to the waistband of my jeans, tugging the button open. He lowered the zipper, sliding his hand inside my panties and cupped my sex. His lips were back on mine, kissing and expertly working mine in hungry passion. His fingers were gently massaging the soft folds of my pussy, plying the lips apart and stroking my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.
Wanting more, he jerked my jeans and panties down, lifting me out of them. He reached down and unclasped my front-hook bra, freeing my breasts and sliding the bra off of my shoulders where it fell to the floor with the rest of my clothes. His hands massaged my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples to full tender erection.
I moaned as he moved his free hand to my apex. His thumb continued to circle my clitoris, my hips flexing against his hand. He lifted me, carrying me over to the bed, gently laying me on top of the duvet. He took his place beside me, kneeling over me as he sucked my breasts. He lips and tongue traced downward, circling my bellybutton, and then traveling to my pussy.
I gasped as his mouth covered my sex, licking and sucking gently on my clitoris, while his long fingers probed the moist flesh, finding their way inside. My hips gyrated against the gentle thrusting of his fingers, pressing his other hand against the outside so he could massage the special place from both sides. I moaned again as I felt the familiar swelling of my sweet spot.
“You taste so good, Tylar,” he said, gently sucking my clitoris and bringing me to the edge. Trey could feel me quickening and ready. He stopped his ministrations. “Not yet, Tylar. Don’t come yet.”
I moaned. I so wanted to come right this second.
“I want to feed you some fresh protein,” he said, smiling wickedly.
I salivated for him and sat up against the pillows, “I definitely want some fresh protein.”
He straddled me, rising up to bring his erection to my face. I hungrily took his shaft into my mouth, sucking the whole length. He drew in his breath, watching me suck him, his eyes burning with passion. I pulled him deep into my throat, my hands on his tight ass, guiding him closer. He knelt over me, his hands on the wall above the bed. I groaned feeling the fullness that was Trey, my Trey.
“Feel good, baby?” I pulled back to ask as he swelled in my mouth.
"Mmmm . . . yeah,” he moaned.
His hips rotated as my hands bought his firm ass closer to me, wanting to take him deeply, roughly even. I pulled his erection in and out of my mouth, going deep, then shallow then plunging deep again. He reached behind and guided a finger into me as I sucked him. I moaned with a new wave of pleasure. My pelvis lifted up to him as he plunged his fingers deep. He swirled his thumb over my clitoris as I focused my tongue on the ridge of his cock. I was unable to contain my response to the pleasure we delivered to each other.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me, Tylar,” he urged, his erection throbbing in my mouth. “This is yours, Tylar, and only I will make you come. Do you understand?”
Oh yes, I was on the edge.
Trey stopped his movements.
I pulled back, begging him, “I understand, Trey. Please don’t stop,” I was about to explode. I took him back in hungrily and he pressed his thumb on my sweet spot, his perfect rhythm matching mine. My eyes rolled with pleasure.
“That’s it Tylar,” he crooned, “I want you to come for me.”
I braced myself as my orgasm washed over me in surges of pure carnal pleasure. I moaned with him in my mouth, loving the power he had over me. Trey moaned and stiffened, his cock throbbed in my throat, releasing his love into me. I swallowed his rhythmic surges eagerly as he came over and over. He shuddered finally as he was emptied. We collapsed onto the bed, sweating and spent.
“I love you, Tylar,” he breathed next to me.
“I love you, Trey,” I answered, locking my hand in his.
Downtown Bristol was bustling with holiday shoppers. There were several Santas on corners ringing their bells for donations. In a department store Trey picked out a “Learning to Share” Hummel figurine for his mother, a collector; for his father, he purchased a new Chacom Eltang Smooth Horn pipe and some tobacco. Trey said his father occasionally liked to enjoy brandy and a pipe. We bought Burberry wool scarves for each of Trey’s brothers. I managed to sneak a purchase of a new Burberry wallet for Trey while he was browsing through the scarves, tucking the package into my purse after paying for it.
We browsed some of the specialty shops. I found a crystal picture frame for Susan. I asked Trey where we could get some brandy; I wanted to buy a bottle for Clive from me to go with his new pipe and tobacco. We finally ended up buying Caroline a Hugo Kohl sterling silver die struck bracelet engraved with floral scrolls. With our primary shopping finished, we bought wrapping paper, bows, tags, and tape at the Hallmark store. Then, we headed back to the manor, stopping to pick up some Chinese take-out. We met Susan in the kitchen, where several pies were cooling on racks.
“Are you kids hungry,” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron. Trey was eyeballing the pies.
“Tylar had a protein shake earlier,” Trey replied dangerously. “We’re going to eat this take-out upstairs.” He held up the bag. I glared at his amused smile as his mom continued dusting the pie dough with flour. She hadn’t caught his meaning.
Thank goodness!
“Where’s my chocolate pie, Mom?” he asked, coming up behind her and wrapping both of his arms around her in a playful hug. “I see you have mincemeat for Nigel, pumpkin for dad, and pecan for Tristan—where’s my pie?” He was like a little boy with sibling rivalry, I thought, slightly amused.
“Do you see those baked pie shells over there Trey Michael?” she asked, trying to sound stern.
