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“And it looks like that's not going to happen. I don’t care, Trey. I can sell the house, maybe not quickly enough for fall tuition, but in the end, it's worth more than the trust was anyway.”
“We don’t have to discuss it any more this evening, Tylar; I see that it upsets you. But this is not the end of it. We will get the answers.”
“And what if the answers are worse than I imagined?”
“Then we'll deal with it.”
I knew he was right. The only way I could put closure on my past was to know my past. Trey and I declined dessert. I just wanted to get home and put an end to this officially sucky day. Trey paid our bill. I told him I needed to use the restroom; he said he would bring the car around. When I came out of the restroom, Carmelita saw me and came over. She could tell that I'd been crying.
“Why so sad tonight, mio caro?” she asked, putting one of her heavy arms around me.
“Solo uno di questi, Carmelita. Spero di migliorare, prima di coricarsi,” I replied.
Just one of those days, Carmelita. I hope to improve it before bedtime.
Carmelita raised her eyebrows at me then burst out laughing, pulling me into a big, Italian bear hug.
“Signor Trey e fortunate ad avere trovato un compagno ideale.”
Mr. Trey is lucky to have found such a perfect mate.
“Grazie, Carmelita,” I said, hugging her back.
On the way home, Trey was quiet. I was hoping he wouldn’t unveil any more bombshells tonight. I had other things in mind to finish the day on a much better note. It had been two days since we'd made love. I needed my Trey fix.
I leaned over toward Trey in the car, focusing my full attention on him. He glanced over at me, smiling. My hand found its way to his crotch, rubbing it gently in a circular motion. I could feel him harden beneath my touch, which in turn made me hot. Trey took his right arm off of the steering wheel, pulling me closer to him, his lips brushing my forehead.
“You want to stay with me tonight?” he asked huskily.
“What do you think, Trey?” I had his index finger in my mouth, licking it and sliding it in and out suggestively. Trey and I'd barely gotten into the house without tearing each other’s clothes off. We stood in the front entry, our lips locked in a passionate kiss; Trey’s hands were all over me. I had my fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants, pulling his groin close to mine. I was ready to grind myself into him when Thatcher cleared his throat behind us.
“Ah-hem, excuse me, Mr. Sinclair.”
We broke apart immediately. I fumbled with my clothing, trying to smooth my skirt.
“Yes Thatcher?” Trey was pissed.
“Forgive me sir, but your office in Atlanta has called several times. Apparently your cell phone was shut off. You're required to call them at your earliest opportunity, the jury has come back.”
“I’ve got to make that call, Tylar,” Trey said, “go on upstairs, okay? I’ll be up in just a few minutes.”
An hour and a half later, fully bathed, shaved, and moisturized, I lay waiting for Trey in my new silver silk camisole top and matching tap pants. I must have drifted asleep. I wasn’t sure how much later I awoke, but in the quiet darkness I could feel Trey next to me, removing my silk underwear, and caressing my skin with his mouth and tongue. He was totally naked, fresh from his shower. His hair was still damp and tousled. I melted as his tongue traced my belly button and moved down very sensually. His long fingers gently plied the folds of my sex. Soon his lips and tongue joined them.
“Mmmm,” I moaned softly, parting my legs further, welcoming him inside. My hands fisted his damp hair, my hips swiveled with each surge of pleasure I felt. He continued, methodically stroking my clitoris with his tongue, inserting a finger and then another one inside my pussy, probing gently in search of my sweet spot. He found it with no problem. I quickened with each stroke and tap. I was so wet. I wanted to see what it felt like to be on top of Trey. I wanted to be in charge tonight.
I reached down and framed my hands around his face, gently drawing him up so that our lips met. I kissed him deeply, our tongues thoroughly exploring each other’s mouth. I moved out from beneath him, pulling my camisole off so that Trey could enjoy my breasts. I nudged him onto his back, kneeling beside him.
Grasping his hard and erect shaft in my hands, I brought my face down to love it with my lips and tongue. I licked it all over, spreading kisses on the tip, then swirling my tongue around its thick girth. He moaned with pleasure every time I took his full length into my mouth, going up and down the shaft.
I straddled him in a sitting position, reaching for the foil-wrapped condom on the nightstand. Trey crooked one arm beneath his head, watching as I unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his length. Once it was firmly in place, I mounted him, slowly and carefully, not sure how it would feel at this angle. It was different, but not a bad different.
Once his full length was inside of me, I leaned over so that my bare breasts caressed his chest and slowly started rolling my hips up, down, and around. Trey studied my face, obviously enjoying the various looks of pleasure and ecstasy mirrored. I found that when I positioned myself leaning forward, putting my weight on my forearms, and tilting my butt upward, the head of his cock came into direct contact with my sweet spot.
Trey moved his hips in sync with my rhythm, allowing me to set the pace. The way we moved in unison felt similar to the mechanics of dressage. I continued riding him, feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure begging for release. Our tempo increased; he massaged my breasts and then my buttocks as he gently lifted me up and down, up and down, circular motion, then repeat.
An explosive crescendo was building inside me and Trey was right there with me. Our breathing was in sync as well, rapid and shallow, ready for release. Then it happened, we climaxed together in a frenzy of hot, wet pleasure, our bodies taking over masterfully, drawing our orgasms out to their full potential. Once again, I felt the gush of pleasure released from my core. I could feel Trey’s erection throb as he came into the condom.
My muscle contracted with my orgasm as if making sure that his cock was squeezed completely empty of his seed. This felt so primal and beautiful to me. I couldn’t imagine ever having anyone else fulfill me as Trey did. I never wanted to think about anyone else making me feel this way.
