Baby Come Back(20)

“Well listen, we have the potato salad and deviled eggs done. I’ll do the baked beans in the morning so there is nothing left for you to do, right?”

“Yeah. Amber offered to bring dessert. I guess we are good to go.”

“Okay then. Why don’t you go ahead and take off. I’ll finish up here.”

“Thanks, Gina. See you tomorrow afternoon.”





I was stretched out on the couch in the living room when Tristan got home. I was freshly showered, shaved and extremely horny for my man. Tristan hadn’t seemed to be bothered by my growing belly; he still found me sexy and was extremely attentive to my needs as I started into my third trimester.

He got a wicked grin on his face as he saw me on the couch dressed only in a short cut-off tee shirt and thong. I was going to make damn certain I wore his ass out this evening. I wasn’t about to allow him to get a whiff of Amber’s pheromone stench or whatever it was Tylar said she had going.

“Hey, sweet baby,” he greeted me with a smile, as he sauntered over to the sofa. “What have you been up to all day?”

“Just thinking about f*cking you as soon as you walked through the door, baby,” I purred.

Tristan dropped his knee to the cushion beside me; he lowered his face to mine. His lips and tongue sought out mine hungrily. I encircled him with my arms, pulling him closer. I felt him unbuckle his belt, and tug at the button on his jeans. I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered. My hand sought out his manhood; my fingers closed around his girth. I gently, but methodically stroked the full length of it. I heard him suck in his breath sharply.

“Too rough, babe?” I asked.

“No - just right, Gina. Like always.”

Tristan loved it when I played with him with my hands. He had a fairly high tolerance, as I knew I could get rough at times. His fingers lowered my thong; I lifted my legs so that he could pull it completely off. He moved his face from mine and lifted my tee shirt up so that he could access my breasts. He loved how big they were getting with my pregnancy.

His tongue flicked across a nipple, circling it and then lightly nipping at it with his teeth. I loved it when he did that! It bordered between pleasure and pain. That was my thing. Tristan knew it. He spent a good ten minutes on my breasts until they were rosy pink from his play. He went lower still, capturing my snatch with his tongue and thoroughly devouring it with his lips. He took my swollen clitoris in his mouth, rolling it beneath his tongue, his teeth putting just enough pressure on it to drive me wild.

“I think you’re ready to be f*cked now,” he said, huskily. He parted my legs with his knee. He pulled them up with his arms, placing them around his hips. I squeezed them around him and watched as he guided his very erect, very swollen shaft into me. He had somehow managed to shed all of his clothes while ministering pleasure to me. That was another of Tristan’s talents. I’d never seen anyone who could get naked so quickly and undetectably as Tristan.

I moaned with his first hard thrust. Our eyes met and locked as always. I could totally, f*cking lose myself in his eyes. Green had become my favorite color after the first time we had f*cked. He said that he loved my brown eyes; he said they told a story.

Tristan was thrusting in and out of me; I had my feet buried in his firm ass, pulling him in against me. My hips bucked upward to meet his every thrust.

“Damn Gina,” he rasped; he was going to come quicker than usual. I could tell by his eyes.

“It is okay, Tristan. Come on babe; I’m right there with you.”

He moaned and his thrusts grew harder and deeper. I rolled over the edge, my orgasm spiraling around me, my head rolled to the side as I cried out with it.

“Eyes on mine, Gina,” Tristan said, “I want to see the pleasure in your eyes.”

My eyes met his once again, and I could tell they were glassy with the heat of my climax. Tristan’s were burning green as I watched him come, again and again.

Once spent, Tristan collapsed beside me on the couch. He pulled me onto him and kissed my face, my lips, my neck and my shoulders. I shivered post-orgasm as his lips softly kissed all of my sensitive areas.

“I love you, babe.”

“Right back at you, Tristan.”





CHAPTER 12




It was fairly warm and muggy out already in Atlanta as the Memorial Day weekend arrived. Tristan and I had showered together. I had opted to wear a cute sun dress and sandals. He was not the Bermuda shorts type. He put on a pair of light khakis and a polo shirt I had bought him that matched his eyes. I figured if Trey had a tie to match his eye color, my Tristan would have a whole shirt to match his.

I felt a bit wicked today. Maybe it was because I knew I had to be around that Amber bitch. I had inserted one of my remote controlled silver bullets. Tristan and I had played with this before at the club’s Christmas party. It was more fun with crowds around. Today wouldn’t actually be representative of a crowd, but still I felt like I needed some self-imposed pleasure.

We had put the food in a refrigerated thermal bag and loaded it into the car. We were nearly at Trey and Tylar’s when I handed Tristan the remote.

“Here,” I said, “You hang on to this and feel free to push the controls as needed.”

He didn’t recognize it immediately, but once he did, a slow smile spread across his face. He shoved it into his pocket giving me a wicked grin.