Maybe Baby Lite (32 page)

I stood on my toes and
kissed Trey, moving my body against his. He took my hand and
wordlessly led me to the shower. Trey lathered up one of the
washcloths handing it to me. He wanted me to wash him. I ran the
cloth over his muscular body, taking delight in rubbing his firm
stomach, narrow hips, and tight buttocks. I gently washed his
testicles, knowing that this was a very tender area on men. I took
his erection in both hands, gently lathering it up with my hands,
stroking it up and down until I heard Trey’s sharp intake of
breath. I quickly looked up to make sure that I hadn’t hurt him,
but I saw pure pleasure on his face.

It was now his turn. He
lathered up the other washcloth and started with my breasts. He
soaped up each breast, and then moved the showerhead to rinse it,
taking his mouth and licking my nipples. He moved the washcloth
lower, careful not to pull on my bellybutton ring, which I think he
was beginning to find sexy. He washed between my legs, letting his
fingers massage the folds of my sex and touching my clitoris softly
and sensually. He was making me feel amazing and no dark memories
of my mom’s boyfriend haunted me. We rinsed the soap from each
other with the hand-held showerheads. The bathroom was fairly
steamed up by this time; so were we.

Stepping out, we toweled
each other off and put on our bathrobes, then moved to the bedroom.
I scrambled onto the bed, pulling the covers back, shedding my robe
and diving underneath the crisp sheets. Trey slipped in next to me
and pulled me to him. We faced each other and Trey met my
gaze.

“
Tylar,” he said, quietly
but firmly, “I want to make love to you more than anything that
I’ve ever wanted. You understand that, right?”

I nodded, hoping I wasn’t
about to get a lecture on safe sex. But what he said next was a
surprise.

“
Before this goes any
further, there are some things that you need to know. I’ve been
reluctant to be sexual with you out of my concern for you. But you
were wrong when you accused me of thinking that you were damaged
goods; you're so mistaken about that. I don’t want to cause you any
more pain, Tylar, physically or psychologically. I know you're a
virgin, and if you want to stop, just say so, okay? All I want is
to give you pleasure.”

I nodded. I felt like I
was getting a long-winded set of instructions before a mid-term.
But, I knew that it was important to Trey that I understood him,
and I respected that about him.

He continued, “There has
to be trust between us, so please tell me if anything we do brings
up bad memories. Promise?”

“
I promise,
Trey.”

“
Finally,” he said, “and
this part's a deal breaker. Once we do this, you're mine, do you
understand?”

Actually, no, I did not
understand. I looked at him incredulously.

“
What I mean is that I
don’t want you to be with other guys. But I also can't make any
permanent commitment to you, not right now.”

This was really killing
the mood, and I decided some clarification was in order.

“
Just to be clear,” I
responded, conjuring my version of lawyer language, “may I
summarize my understanding of what you just said in your last
point?”

He nodded, “You
may...”

“
Okay, once we sleep
together, you don’t want me being with other guys,
right?”

“
That’s correct,” he
answered.

I continued, “And
conversely, you aren’t going to be with other girls,
right?”

“
Correct,” he
answered.

“
And at this time, neither
of us expects a mutual long-term commitment, is that also accurate
to say?”

“
It is,” he
responded.

“
I’m fine with that, with
just one minor addition.”

“
And what would that be,
Tylar?”

“
I want an out clause,” I
stated firmly.

He seemed a bit taken
aback. “I’m not sure I follow you.”

I think I was possibly
blowing his mind with this one, but I felt it was a legitimate
concern. “Trey, if you should meet someone you have the urge to be
sexual with, I want you to immediately advise me that you're opting
out of our arrangement. I'll show you the same courtesy,
agreed?”

I could tell he didn’t
like my idea, but too bad. He'd already sucked the romance out of
the moment; I might as well make sure my interest was protected
too.

“
Fine,” he said a bit
irritated.

“
Good.” I moved over to
him, pressing my body to his.

Hmm, his erection is
definitely gone
.

He should’ve just gone
with the flow and worked the details out later. I propped myself up
on my elbow, resting my head on my hand. I felt the need to prove
to Trey I wasn't some scared, fragile virgin. His little spiel just
now, although meant to reassure me, had pissed me off. Trey had
made it clear that I’m not the only damaged one. In time I'd figure
out whom or what had left him so vulnerable. For now, I'd make good
use of what I'd learned consciously or subconsciously from my whore
of a mother.

Trey lay reclined on his
back, with his right arm crooked behind his head. He'd been quiet
in the moments after we'd made our arrangement. He was a
complicated man, I understood that, and I felt good about making
clear what I wanted in the agreement.

The lights in the room
were dim and the soft classical music continued to play. I'd been
lying on my stomach next to him and I slowly sat up, letting the
covers slip off of me. I straddled him and smiled as his eyes
admired my breasts. I leaned forward, placing both of my
outstretched arms on either side of him. He stared at me with an
expression that bordered lust and anger. I wasn’t sure what I’d
done to spark his anger, but I took full credit for his
lust.

I lowered my face and
kissed him, his eyelids, the tip of his gorgeous nose, and his
chin. He put his free hand on the back of my head, pulling me to
his lips. My breasts brushed against his chest, my nipples taut and
erect. Our tongues met insistently, dancing and exploring each
other with a feverish pitch. His erection sprang to life again, and
it was impressive. With both of his hands now on my hips, he lifted
me in a rocking motion that caused my sex to grind against his
abdomen. I felt wet and tingly down there, as my hips started
undulating on their own against his warm flesh.

“
Oh, God you're so sweet,
Tylar,” he breathed between kisses. “You're my angel,” he
whispered. He moved me up a bit higher, positioning me so that he
had full access to my breasts with his mouth. His warm tongue
traced around the nipple leisurely, gently teasing it while his
eyes locked with mine. He then moved to the other, giving it the
same attention with his lips and tongue. I caught my breath with
the sensation.

This beautiful man was
making me feel pleasure I'd never thought possible. I moaned softly
and he was pleased, continuing the same suckling on my other
breast. His erection was rubbing against the outside of my sex,
wanting to find a way in. I was so wet down there; I knew my body
would respond to everything he did.

He lifted me off of him
and placed me on my back beside him. He rolled over and straddled
me with his muscular thighs. He lifted my buttocks with his hands,
pulling my hips up to his face. He kissed my stomach and hips,
moving downward slowly, tracing the line from my bellybutton to my
sex with his tongue. His fingers gently plied the folds of my sex,
parting them slightly so that his tongue could trace each delicate
fold as if it were a petal of an exotic flower.

His hot tongue found my
clitoris and ever so gently continued flicking it softly,
rhythmically. He continued this in a fluid rhythm, while still
fingering the outer folds of my pussy with a very gentle pressure,
distributing it in different places as his tongue danced expertly
around my clitoris.

Something unfamiliar to me
was building up in the core between my legs. It was numbing, then
pleasurable, building up to an explosive need for release. I could
hear my breathing getting faster and shallower, wetness was
dripping from my sex, but Trey didn’t mind, he continued working it
with his mouth and tongue as if he was sucking nectar from some
magical flower.

Trey could feel my body
start to tremble with the desire for release, but I was afraid to
because I wasn’t sure what would happen. Soft moans came from me,
so primal and new to me.

“
That’s it, baby,” Trey
said gently, “that’s how it’s supposed to feel, just let it go,
Tylar, just come for me, okay?”

He continued with his
methodical and magical lovemaking with his mouth. Finally I could
hold on no longer, I let myself come apart with pleasure. The final
release shook my body until I thought I would shatter. I was
moaning and crying with pleasure, my hands fisting in Trey’s thick
hair. My hips were rotating in sync with his mouth and
tongue.

“
You taste so good,
Tylar,” he whispered, “that’s it, keep coming for me, you taste so
good.” My body gave one final shudder and then it was if my legs
had turned to jelly. Trey released me gently back to the bed, and
then put his mouth on mine, letting me taste the salty sweetness of
my sex. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him
tightly to me. He gazed at me, seeing my flushed face, my hair
still damp. I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me.

Sitting up, I playfully
pushed him back onto the bed. I knelt beside him and held his long,
thick cock, positioning it so that I could run my tongue down its
full length. I cupped his balls gently and let my tongue circle the
tip, then move down the shaft, swirling around the entire base. He
had one arm crooked behind his head; the other held my hair aside
so he could watch. I held his gaze and continued licking his shaft,
and then sheathed my teeth as I took his length fully into my
mouth, sucking it from tip to base. He grew even larger in my
mouth.

“
Oh Tylar, that’s right,
keep it up,” he moaned.

I liked knowing that I was
pleasing him. I continued my oral ministrations, changing rhythm
and direction. I discovered that when I ran my tongue along the
ridge near the head, Trey groaned with pleasure. I began gently
kneading his balls with my fingers, and with my forefinger lightly
tracing the seam from scrotum to rectum. I tried some gentle
flicking of my tongue in that area, while working my hands gently
at the base. He responded by gyrating his hips; I took him deeper
in my mouth. Trey let out a primal groan. I'd store that for future
reference. I let my breasts rub against his balls while I licked
his shaft, and soon I felt him lift me up from him.

“
Tylar, you’re about ready
to make me come and I need to be inside of you, okay?”

I nodded. I was so ready
for him. Trey leaned over and retrieved a foil condom packet from
the bedside table.

Hmmm, he came
prepared.

He opened it, removed the
ring, and rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. I was a
bit nervous about taking all of him inside me, but I was so hot for
him.

“
Here baby, just lie back
and let me know how I’m making you feel, okay?”

I did as instructed and
Trey told me to keep my legs bent at the knee. He positioned
himself between my legs, and once again, put his mouth on my sex
and let his tongue do its magic within my sex. The warm wetness
came back and he continued to lick and tongue the area, he slipped
a finger inside of me, and gently but methodically moved it in and
out, then inserted a second finger. It felt good, and I wanted
more. My hips rocked with the pleasure of his mouth and
fingers.

“
That’s my angel,” he
purred, “you're getting so nice and wet for me.” He added a third
finger, a little tighter, but still as my lubrication increased
with the pleasure, it seemed to relax and accept the additional
stretch. He moved his head up to mine and kissed me as he rubbed
his sheathed erection back and forth between my spread
legs.

Umm, this feels good. I
want more.

I wrapped my legs around
his hips and he rose up, keeping his mouth connected to mine,
removing his fingers and guided the head of his cock into me
slightly. His hand stayed on it, circling the head around my
clitoris. I was starting to sweat with desire. Finally he slid his
erection in further, which was a bit less comfortable but he took
his time, pulling out to stimulate my clitoris before sliding back
into me. I moved my hands down to his buttocks, cupping his cheeks
and pulling them in toward me.

Trey went deeper and my
hips and pelvis rotated to accept his length, tilting upward to
meet his thrusts. My rotating hips and pelvis wanted all of him. My
bare feet were now digging into his buttocks, signaling for him to
bring it on home as I matched his thrusting movements.

“
You're so tight, Tylar.
Are you okay baby?”

“
I’m fine, Trey, I want
all of you,” I said.

He obliged with one last
thrust that sent a flash of white searing pain through me. I
screamed out, immediately regretting it. I put one of my fists up
to my mouth, biting it to distract me from the pain between my
legs. I thought Trey would back out when I screamed, but he didn’t.
It hurt like hell as he continued to thrust himself in and out of
me several times. My thrusts weren’t matching his any longer; I
just wanted to endure this. Tears streamed down my face. Trey
seemed oblivious. He moaned in pleasure with each
thrust.