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“What!” he exclaimed. “Was there that much pain, Tylar? Why didn’t you say something?”
“Gee, Trey, I don't know, maybe because I thought the scream said it all.”
“Oh my God,” he said as gathered me up off the bed, carrying me into the bathroom. He set me down next to the tub and ran a warm bubble bath for me. He went to the bedroom and returned with a pair of clean panties and my nightgown. He put a clean towel next to the tub.
“I’ll give you your privacy, Tylar,” he said gently, “you probably should soak for a while in the warm water.”
I nodded. It amused me that he felt guilty about sex being painful for me the first time, even though he'd acted all technical and textbook about it at first. I relaxed for a long time in the soapy water and finally drained the tub when it had turned lukewarm. I toweled myself dry then brushed my teeth. I combed out my still-damp hair. I went out into the living area. Trey was in his boxers, sprawled across a chair, watching a sports channel. His hair definitely had that messy look and a stab of pride hit me knowing that I was the one responsible. He looked up as I walked in the room. Those gorgeous blue eyes perused me from top to bottom.
“Hey, you,” he said softly, holding his arm out to pull me into his lap. “Are you feeling better now?”
“I feel fantastic,” I said, leaning down to kiss his full sensual lips. “In fact,” I said, sitting up alert, “I’m ready for round two.” I laced my arms around his neck planting kisses all over his gorgeous concerned face.
“No, no, angel, you’ve worn me out,” he laughed.
I doubted that very much. I think Trey was somehow still feeling guilty. He lifted me up off of him, turning off the television with the remote.
“Let’s get some sleep. It’s been a big day and tomorrow I want to get up early so we can pick up your birthday gift.”
“I thought I just got it,” I said, wickedly. He smacked my behind and chased me to the bedroom.
I suddenly noticed that the king-size bed was remade. “Why’d you make the bed up?” I asked, hoping he didn't have some sort of OCD thing going on.
“I didn’t,” he answered, “I called housekeeping while you were in the bathtub and told them the bed needed changing. They sent someone up.”
“Oh my God!” I gasped. “Someone saw the blood on the sheets?”
It was now my turn to freak out. I was the one who had to face the checkout staff in the morning.
“What?” he said, totally clueless. “I thought clean sheets would be better than keeping the bloody ones on the bed. Besides, I didn’t want us arguing over who was going to have to sleep on the wet spot.”
“You're so bad!” I said, laughing.
He picked me up and tossed me on top of the sheets. We climbed under the covers, cuddling each other. I was totally spent, but it was a good feeling, a satisfied feeling. Trey had played my body as if it were a delicate musical instrument. I wasn’t frigid; I wasn’t a whore, either. I was a woman who loved the feel of a man—strike that—Trey, inside of me.
I felt his slow even breathing softly against the back of my neck. He was asleep. His arm was wrapped around me protectively and possessively. I contemplated how our relationship would be going forward. Trey had made his position perfectly clear. I wondered if it would be really that simple for him. He wanted no complications, I got that, but sometimes it was the complications that made life interesting.
CHAPTER 24
When I awoke, Trey’s arm held me close. I could feel his erection against my backside. I turned to look at him. He was still sleeping. I gently slipped out from under his arm and tiptoed to the bathroom. I used the toilet, glad that there was no more blood in my panties. I felt healed. I brushed my teeth.
Sliding back into bed, I moved close to him. My hand grasped his erection and I hungrily sprang his shaft free from his silk boxers. I loved the softness and warmth of the skin on his cock. It was perfect. I snuggled down under the covers, putting my lips on it, and ran my tongue up and down the length. Trey stirred immediately, and I felt his hands fisting my hair.
“Aww Tylar,” he moaned, “I don’t want to hurt you again. It’s too soon. You need time to heal.”
“I’m fine, Trey,” I assured him, continuing my oral assault on his cock. I took the full length in my mouth. His erection was huge. I could feel myself getting wet. Trey pulled me up from under the covers, laying me on my back. He pulled my panties down, covering my sex with his mouth. His tongue explored every fold, inside and out, twirling and licking with expert precision. He slipped a finger into me, continuing to slide his tongue inside and out. His thumb pressed firmly on the outside of my sex, right above my pubic bone while his index finger gently pressed the same area from the inside.
A sensation started in that area, similar to what I'd started to experience last night that had been cut short when Trey climaxed. It flooded me with pleasure. It began with warmth that spread through the immediate area, then followed with a strong need for release. My extremities tingled.
“Trey, please?” I wanted him to finish inside me.
“It’s okay, Tylar,” he said softly, “you can come this way; relax and enjoy this.”
He continued stroking me, adding his middle finger to the mix, his tongue still working its magic, both inside and out. He wasn't focusing on my clitoris, which was curious, but whatever he was doing to that spot inside of me was definitely making me hot and ready. My hips started gyrating against his hand and mouth. Trey used his finger to tap the spot inside while his thumb delivered pressure taps to the outside. I felt like I was ready to explode.
“Did I find your sweet spot, Tylar?” he asked. “Yes, I think I did. Are you going to come for me? Come on, I want you to come for Trey,” he coaxed in his smooth, silky, sexy voice.
His tongue kept a steady momentum, and the tapping of his finger and thumb both inside and out of me pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body squeezing his fingers. His mouth then moved to my clitoris, flicking it gently, swirling around. My core felt like it had its own pulse as the throbbing pleasure washed over me. Simultaneously, my clitoris was swollen in response to his tongue. My pleasure was building up to a crescendo that was totally new to me. I moaned and perspired, clutching the sheets, every nerve in my body on point. Suddenly, I felt a release and then another as I shuddered. I cried out again, calling Trey’s name. I was oblivious to everything but the pleasure that had enveloped every part of my body. Something liquid gushed from me. What was that?
