Baby Love(108)
He continued south where his tongue and fingers worked their magic inside the folds of my womanhood. I moaned softly, spreading my legs wanting him inside of me.
"Is that a hint Tylar?"
Trey smiled as he rose back up and found my lips with his. I felt his hands part my thighs further as he lowered himself into me pressing deeply with his initial thrust.
"Mmmm," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his hips to draw him in deeper.
I raised my pelvis up to meet his thrusts. He was rolling his hips in a circular motion doing everything I loved.
I felt myself quicken with each of this thrusts. I felt so emotional at the moment. I was going to be gone from Trey for the longest period of time that I had been away from him since he came to Radcliff to confront me when I was pregnant. I wasn't typically a needy person but it was different for some reason. I was going into the unknown by myself.
He was speeding up his momentum; he moaned and whispered things to me like he always did when we were this intimate. He told me that I was beautiful and perfect. The same things that my father had told my mother.
I pulled his face to mine my hands braced on either side and kissed him passionately, moaning at the pleasure I felt at my core.
"I love you Trey Michael," I whispered to him, planting kisses on his lips his face and his neck, "I love you so very much."
Our orgasms crashed around us taking us to heights of pleasure that we had visited before but not quite so perfect as they were right this second in time.
"Umm Tylar I love you. You are my angel," he whispered hoarsely against my lips.
He moaned softly as his manhood throbbed his love into me over and over again. I clutched him to me as we wound down. We fell asleep curled around each other content in our love and passion.
Trey took Preston and I to the airport the next morning. I had dressed her in a dark royal blue velvet dress, tights and her black dress coat and matching winter hat. We put her mittens on her hands and had a difficult time getting her to keep them on during the ride to the airport.
Trey kept kissing both of us like he would never see us again.
I finally pulled away from him as the monitor said our flight was ready to board and we hadn't gone through security yet.
"Trey sweetie, I will call as soon as we land and cell phones are permitted again." I laughed, hugging him.
Preston was a good traveler. She curled up and slept in my lap. When we arrived in Baton Rouge there was a man holding a sign that said 'Tylar Sinclair.'
(Should I be put out that my father hadn't come personally to the airport?)
The man with the sign was his driver apparently. His name was Darryl. He got our luggage into the limo and we started out on the ride to my father's estate.
(Darryl's words - not mine.)
My dad's estate was about a half an hour from the airport in a rural area. There was a long, winding drive up to the main house that was lined in magnolia trees currently not in bloom. I spotted a barn with a riding arena just past the house. Did my father have horses?
Darryl drove the car up the circular drive to the front of the house. He got out of the limo and opened the door for Preston and me. The large entrance door to my father's mansion was apparently opened by a couple of workers on his staff.
I carried Preston up the concrete steps to the large front porch of this antebellum mansion. There were several house staff lined up on the porch to greet us.
A short black-haired woman with hawkish features stepped forward first. She had thick ankles and a hairdo that looked like it dated back to the 1960's. I could see the whisker chin hairs that she hadn't bothered to pluck. I guessed her to be in her mid-sixties. Her dress was black with a crisp white pinafore apron tied around the waist.
"Mrs. Sinclair,' she greeted me stiffly, "I am Karen Deeny, Judge Tylar's head of staff here. I will see to your every need and comfort."
I actually had chills for some reason. There was no warmth about her whatsoever. She seemed distant and empty. She instructed another servant by the name of Edie to take show us to our suite upstairs. I clutched Preston all that much tighter to me.
Our suite was gorgeous. My room had a lovely ornate canopy bed; the adjoining room was Preston's nursery outfitted with a dark cherry wood crib, changing table, play suite with all kinds of stuffed animals and Fischer Price toys.
I unpacked our suitcase while Preston crawled around on the thick carpet exploring the suite and pulling some of the stuffed animals off of the shelves in her nursery clutching them tightly. There were boxes of disposable diapers in various sizes in her nursery. I scooped her up and took her coat and hat off, pulling her tights down to change her diaper.
She sucked on her thumb looking all around the massive suite that was ours. I needed to call Trey since it had slipped my mind once we had landed. I diapered the baby and then put her in the fenced play suite in her room that had an array of stuffed toys and a princess castle that she could crawl in and out of at her leisure.
"Hi baby," he answered after the phone had only rang a couple of times.
"Is everything okay?"
"Oh Trey," I said already missing him.
"This place is awesome but I haven't even seen Dad yet. Just a handful of servants. I so wish you were here with me."
"Tylar baby - I wanted to be there with you but you never said anything about wanting me there. I didn't want to intrude on your time getting to know your father."