Maybe Baby Lite (49 page)

“
Trey,” my voice faltered
as I searched for the right words. I had his full attention, blue
eyes probing mine for some sign of forgiveness.

“
Did you watch it
all?”

“
Yes,” he said
gently.

“
How much did he record, I
mean, where does it stop?”

Trey looked extremely
distressed, almost pained as he struggled to answer my question.
“It ended right after I said, ‘What a fuck’ and then rolled over
and passed out.” He was ashamed; I read that loud and clear. He
took my hands once again into his own, raising them up, one at a
time, to his mouth, softly brushing his lips against my
knuckles.

Though I hated to admit
it, I was relieved that this scheme had been thwarted; I was glad
that Trey knew the truth about the baby; I was thankful that he
seemed to care about it. I looked at Trey, misery apparent on his
face. His sapphire eyes were full of remorse and shame and it
didn’t please me to see him distressed about the situation.
Clearly, he'd not known, just like I'd not known certain things
that had occurred with me. I needed to lighten the mood.

“
Trey,” I said, smiling,
“how hot is the video?”

His head snapped up
immediately, searching my face to clearly understand whether or not
he'd heard me correctly. A slow smile spread across his beautiful
face, his dimple apparent. I hadn’t seen that for a long time. I
smiled back, shyly, waiting for his response.

“
Oh yeah, baby, it's
hot.”

“
Let’s watch it together
some time.”

He sat down beside me
again on the loveseat, pulling me into his lap, nuzzling his face
into my neck. I felt his lips on my neck, kissing me softly, his
hand reaching up gently, pulling my face toward his. His lips found
mine instantly, drawing me to him in a kiss so passionate it left
me breathless. I wrapped my arms around him, desperately wanting to
feel him close. His lips moved down my cheeks, brushed across my
throat, lowering further to my breasts. His hand unbuttoned the top
three buttons of my blouse, sliding his hand inside, freeing one of
my breasts from my bra. He lightly massaged my nipple, capturing it
gently between his thumb and forefinger.

I moaned softly, wanting
more from him, “I need you, Trey,” I said.

He needed no further
encouragement. He lifted me from the love seat, carrying me in his
strong arms as he climbed the staircase. He located my sparsely
furnished bedroom with no problem, carefully laying me on top of my
bed. He gently slipped my clothes off my body, noticing that body
had changed subtly and drinking in the full ripeness of my breasts
after removing my bra. My stomach was showing just a hint of a baby
bump. I lay fully naked on the bed, hungrily watching as he removed
his shirt, belt, shoes, and trousers. His erection sprang forth and
I held my arms out to him as he stretched out beside me on my
bed.

He was lying on his side,
his elbow bent so his head could rest in his hand. He was gazing at
me, from top to bottom, slowly and leisurely as if he'd never seen
me naked before. I felt shy under his burning perusal. He took his
free hand and lightly traced my nipples. They sprang erect to his
touch. He leaned forward, and traced the same path with his tongue,
gently, softly. He covered the nipple on my right breast with his
mouth now, sucking and licking, gently massaging it with his
fingers. My breasts felt full with anticipation. I arched my back
as to fully engorge my breast into his mouth. His warm mouth on my
body was making me so wet and I moaned into his ear, encircling my
arms around his neck, and fisting his gorgeous, tousled hair. His
mouth soon started its southward travel, slow and meticulous. My
skin pricked goose bumps and searing heat alternately; I felt like
fire and ice. His tongue and lips traced my baby bump, his hand
gently touching me there, kissing it softly, his fingers tracing
the outline.

Trey changed his position,
now hovering over me as he spread my legs, taking his place between
them. He placed his forearms under each of my legs, raising them up
so they were bent at the knees. He placed my feet over each of his
shoulders, and settled down, nuzzling his face fully into my sex.
He worked his magic with his mouth and his tongue, thoroughly
covering every bit of me inside and out. His thumb was inserted
inside of me; the palm of his other hand gently pressing the
outside wall of my pussy to meet the area his thumb was thrumming
inside.

A wave of pleasure washed
over me. I felt the familiar swelling of my sweet spot. My thoughts
became skewed and my head rolled from side to side, enjoying the
incredible build up. I moaned as the intensity built, bringing me
to a point I felt tears might spill. Trey’s voice was soft and
soothing, talking to me as he had in the past when he sensed my
quickening.

“
That’s my baby,” he
cooed, beginning his slight tapping of my raised spot, followed by
circular massages, then tapping the center gently in distinct
rhythm. I moaned again, my hips swiveling to ensure his fingers
reached their ultimate destination.

“
Tylar, tell me what you
need?” he asked softly.

“
I need you to fuck me
Trey,” I gasped, breathlessly.

“
You need to be more
specific,” he teased.

“
I want your cock inside
of me Trey; I want it now."

He rose up, his arms
scooting me down slightly. He used one of my bed pillows to raise
my butt up so that he could enter me at an angle. He put his hand
on his long cock, gently guiding it between my legs and into me. I
watched in awe, loving to see Trey touch himself. He inserted just
the head, rotating his narrow hips in a circular motion. He sank a
bit deeper inside of me, the fullness of his erection captured in
my wet and hungry sex. My hands were on each cheek of his tight
ass, grabbing and pulling him in deeper. He gave some gentle
thrusts, and then backed out slowly, almost completely. I whined
and he smiled.

“
You're quite greedy,
aren’t you, Tylar?” he whispered, covering my mouth with his and
pulling at my lower lip. Once again he slowly drove himself into
me. Again he backed out, teasing and tantalizing me.

He stacked another pillow
under me so my pelvis was raised even higher. He was now able to
rise to his knees, and placing a hand on each side of my hips, he
raised and held me as his erection slid in and out. He flexed
himself so that he would gyrate in a circular motion, his
beautifully curved cock rubbing my swollen sweet spot; then in and
out, then circular.

My orgasm was once again
building to release. Our breathing was ragged; our skin glistened
with a thin film of sweat as we worked toward our mutual climax. I
felt the warmth in my core turn to heat, my extremities tingled, my
hands pressed Trey’s ass to me with a vengeance.

“
Oh yes, Trey. That’s my
spot,” I moaned, “Don't stop; keep it going,” I gasped, pressing
him so that he was hitting my engorged G-spot. He met my demands
with expert finesse. He was building to climatic release as
well.

“
Oh God,” he breathed
hoarsely into my ear, rotating his hips perfectly to push me over
the edge. I groaned, finally crying out as I met my release. Spasms
of pleasure enveloped every nerve and muscle in my body. I felt the
gush of wet pleasure that soaked Trey and me; his release was
happening as well. His thrusting caused him to groan with each
climatic spasm; I could feel my muscle contracting around him,
drawing his juices into my body.

“
Ummm,” he moaned as he
body stiffened and stopped; I felt his climax pump rhythmically
into me. It seemed to go on for a while. I hoped that this meant
Trey had not been with anyone else since we conceived. I wondered
if I had a right to ask.

He was hovering closer to
me, resting his moist body close to mine. He hadn’t fully lowered
his weight on me during our lovemaking, I noticed. His face lowered
to mine, kissing my face all over, rubbing my damp hair back off of
my face. He kissed my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, and my chin. He
lips found mine, lightly kissing them as if I was a China doll
again. I returned his kisses, framing his gorgeous face between my
hands, not wanting him to pull himself out of my body. He smiled
down at me, showing me his sexy dimple, which I promptly kissed.
His smile widened, resulting in his sexy crooked grin.

“
What?” I asked, unsure
what amused him at the moment.

He kissed me softly,
“You've got quite a potty mouth when you want your nut,” he teased.
I blushed. That was the first time I'd been that vocal with Trey.
He had a tendency to whisper naughty things to me during the heat
of passion; I'd not done so until today. It was new to me but it
felt really hot.

“
Was I too bossy?” I
inquired, smiling back at him.

“
Not at all; I rather like
it when you take charge.”

“
You do?”

“
Of course; just as long
as you only do it when I let you,” he clarified, giving me his
wicked grin.

He lifted a lock of hair
from my shoulder, rubbing it along his lips, breathing in my
scent.

“
So are you mad about the
baby?” I asked, tentatively.

He gave me a
don’t-be-stupid look. “How can I be mad about the baby, Tylar? It’s
not a situation where you purposely entrapped me. I saw the video;
you were trying to help me; things got out of hand, then quickly
got, well, even more out of hand, I guess. We should talk about
where we go from here.”

I shifted in the bed
nervously. I didn’t want to have this discussion lying naked with
Trey in my bed. I wasn’t sure I wanted it at all.

“
What?” he asked,
observing my attempt to get out of bed.

“
I’d like to put something
on.”

“
I much prefer you this
way Tylar,” he said, displaying his dimpled grin. "This is all very
new to me,” he said, “my plans changed drastically once my
engagement was broken. Marriage and family were no longer part of
my plan.”

My heart sank.

“
I want you to know that
I’ll provide both financial and emotional support. And I want you
with me in Atlanta, Tylar. I don’t want us to be apart during
this.” My pulse quickened as he continued, “I can promise you
safety and security. I can’t promise any more than that right now,
though. I've not done well with relationships."

I looked at him and I knew
that he was being as honest as he could be. He wouldn't make empty
promises. He'd never shared with me the intimate details of his
life, yet he knew all of mine.

“
I understand what you’re
saying Trey, what you’re offering me. I appreciate your honesty and
candor. I have a life here now. I can’t have the life I’ve started
carving out for myself and my baby here by going with you to
another town. My home is here. This is where I need to be for
now.”

Once again, Trey was
exasperated when he realized I wouldn't bend to his wishes. He'd
immediately started getting dressed after I'd told him I was
staying here. He silently pulled the zipper up on his trousers,
searching under the bed for his socks. I hadn’t moved a bit and
still sat with my legs drawn up, chin resting on my knees. As he
gathered himself, I could tell that his expression had softened,
despite his disappointment.

“
Thanksgiving is
Thursday,” he said, “will you come to Bristol with me?” His
invitation took me by surprise. I had both Thursday and Friday off
for the Thanksgiving holiday, but I'd made no plans; I had no
family.

“
You want to take me to
Bristol to meet your family?”

“
That’s the plan; will you
come?”

I couldn’t deny that I was
curious to meet his parents. It might tell me so much more about
Trey. I wasn’t sure if they knew I existed.

“
Have you told them
anything about me?” I asked.

“
They know that we were
seeing each other this summer. If you’re asking if they know that
we're about to make them grandparents, the answer is ‘no,’” he
smiled mischievously.

“
You aren’t planning to
spring that on them at Thanksgiving?” I asked,
suspiciously.

“
Of course not,” he said,
leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose. “I think we’ll save
that news for Christmas.”

“
Ha ha,” I replied
sarcastically, “I’m sure they’ve got their share of grandchildren
by now.”

“
Actually, no,” he stated
matter-of-factly. “This will be their first and they'll be
delighted with the news once they get it.”

“
I thought you had two
older brothers living in California?”

Trey cocked an eyebrow at
me as he tied his shoelaces. I realized that we'd never discussed
his family in detail. He knew that I'd obtained my information from
other sources.

“
I do,” he replied, “One's
a confirmed bachelor, like me. The other's married to a frigid
bitch that if we're lucky is barren.”

I so wanted to meet his
family. He saw my expression and laughed. I loved the sound of his
smooth and silky laugh. I didn’t hear it often enough.