Maybe Baby Lite (33 page)

Gradually, the pain
subsided, and I felt a feeling of fullness there; it wasn't at all
unpleasant. I started moving against him again, and he was kissing
my face, fisting my hair and moving gently in and out of me with no
further constraints. I loved the feeling of having him inside of me
and knowing that he was mine. I lightly scratched his back with my
fingernails and kept my feet planted on his gyrating buttocks, my
toe ring digging into his left cheek. He didn’t seem to mind. He
raised himself up, moving his dick in and out slowly, again and
again. He then lowered his weight back down onto me, and increased
his rhythm significantly.

“
Tylar, I’m ready,” he
said, “are you doing okay?”

“
I’m doing fine, Trey,” I
said truthfully, the pain was gone.

He pulled me to him as he
moved in and out of me in deep, thrusting motions. I started to
feel warmth down there spreading, my anticipation following it.
Trey must have felt it too, because I could feel his intensity
grow, building steeply until he met his release and emptied himself
into me.

We lay there panting,
sweating, and sticky. He slowly pulled out of me after a couple of
moments and I saw a look of pure terror on his face as he reached
to remove the condom.

“
What?” I asked, scared.
“Did it break?”

“
No, Tylar,” he said
gently, “it’s covered in blood.” He held it up so I could catch a
glimpse. I looked down between my legs and saw that my thighs were
smeared with blood. I lifted my butt and the covers, and there was
a large blood stain on the bottom sheet.

“
Oh God!” I said in alarm.
“What if that seeped onto the mattress? The hotel is going to make
me buy a new one.”

“
They won’t,” he laughed,
pulling me over onto his lap. “And if they do, I'll buy it and take
this one home.”

I gaped at him. “Why would
you take this mattress home?”

“
I don’t know, a memento,
I suppose.”

I rolled my eyes. “Let me
guess. I’m the first virgin you’ve ever bagged?”

He gave me a dirty look.
“Could you please stop talking about yourself so crudely? I wasn’t
referring to the mattress as a trophy,” he admonished. “To me, it
represents a major step that you have chosen to take in your life,
Tylar. And, well, I’m honored that you chose to take it with me,”
he said in his soft, silky voice.

I guessed that was about
as romantic as it was going to get tonight with Trey. Somehow, I
knew that in his mind he thought he'd just given me the ultimate
compliment or endearment, but really? He was now looking at the
palm of my right hand.

“
Your hand’s bleeding,” he
said, confused, “what happened there?”

“
Oh,” I said, blushing,
“that’s where I bit it, you know, during my ‘deflowering.’” I could
be a cornball, too, I decided.

“
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.

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?

Gradually, my senses
returned, my breathing slowed and my extremities stopped tingling.
I was left with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and
fulfillment. Trey raised himself up.

“
Did you like that?” he
asked.

I couldn’t speak at the
moment, still mesmerized by the total pleasure he'd brought to my
body. I had totally released myself to him with no reservations.
There was the matter of what had happened at the end. I wasn’t sure
if I had cause to be embarrassed about it or not.

“
I’m soaked down there,
Trey,” I said. “Did I bleed again or something?”

He chuckled, framing my
face in his hands, kissing my nose. “No silly, you didn’t
bleed.”

Then what? Had I actually
urinated on him? I'd heard about ‘golden showers’ but I didn’t know
that they could happen randomly with orgasm. “Trey,” I said, eyes
wide, “I'm so sorry. I used the bathroom before I came back to bed
this morning!”

“
Tylar,” he said his tone
turning serious, “you didn’t pee or bleed on me; you ejaculated.”
He saw the confused expression on my face. “It’s a good thing,” he
explained, “here, sit up, and let me show you.”

I sat up and Trey moved
over a little bit. My crotch was soaked, and there was a colorless
wet spot on the sheets.

“
Take your finger,” he
instructed, “and rub it on that spot.”

I looked at him like he
was crazy.

“
Just do it, Tylar, trust
me.”

I did as he instructed.
The liquid was whitish clear on the dark blue sheets. I lifted my
wet finger to my nose. It was odorless.

“
See?” Trey asked, reading
the relief on my face.

“
I guess you’re right,” I
admitted. “Will that happen all of the time?”

“
I hope so,” Trey
laughed.

I smiled at Trey, and then
realized that he hadn’t been pleasured yet. I was about to fix
that. I pushed him back down into the pillows. I lowered his boxers
and pulled them off. I climbed up, pushing his legs apart as I took
my place between them.

“
Take your top off,” he
instructed, “I want to see your breasts.”

I did as instructed and
squatted down, taking his full erection into my mouth, swirling my
tongue as I sucked his full length. My hands played with it, moving
up and down along the length, gently bringing my fingers up to the
crown, where my tongue circled the ridge of nerves there. Trey
gasped, and his hips moved, thrusting forward as his dick moved in
and out of my mouth. I sheathed my teeth, and continued my licking
and sucking, running my fingertip gently along the seam between
scrotum and anus.

“
Oh yes,” he moaned,
licking his lips with pleasure.

I moved my arms underneath
his muscular thighs, raising them up. I helped myself to the full
length of his engorged cock and I could feel him tense up each time
I went down to the root. He was getting so ready.

“
Tylar, baby,” he said
hoarsely, “I’m about ready, you need to stop and finish me with
your hands.”

I didn’t stop; I increased
the rhythm, moaning with the pleasure I felt in sucking him. His
hands fisted in my hair, rocking back and forth into me, his
breathing came fast and hard, and his erection throbbed in my
mouth. He suddenly moaned and his movements stopped. In a few
seconds, I received his warm ejaculation in several squirts. I
continued to swallow with each new release, until he was fully
spent.