Baby Love(57)

"Come on baby," he whispered against my lips. "You know that feels good. You know you love what I'm doing to you."

He lowered his lips to my breasts, tracing the nipple with his tongue, circling it over and over again. His fingers were expertly exploring the folds of my womanhood and my hips were thrusting to meet his fingers as they pushed and rotated inside of me.

(Damn him!)

His lips and tongue traveled further south until they joined his magic fingers at the apex of my womanhood. His tongue swirled over my clitoris, flicking it rhythmically as my hips gyrated against his mouth.

"That's my baby," he said softly, licking and kissing me down there.

"My baby is so wet and so ready."

(I will not moan; I will not moan!)

Trey's tongue continued to wash over my clitoris as he removed his fingers from me. I could hear the sound of a condom packet rip and felt his hands move to his erection as he rolled the condom over the length of his hard shaft. I hadn't touched him down there at all tonight. I hadn't even opened my eyes. For all I knew this wasn't Trey. This could be anyone I decided. Yes - this could be someone other than Trey. Perhaps this was . . . Tristan!

Yes, my imagination decided that this was Tristan doing all of these delicious and forbidden things to me. Tristan with his longer hair and emerald green eyes pleasuring me in bed. This man was always caring and sweet to me; never treating me dismissively the way that Trey had; showing patience and compassion for everyone.

I felt him lower himself to me and I opened my legs, to welcome and accept his manhood into me. Once there I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside of me as my hips arched up against him. It felt so good; so damn good.

"Mmmm," I moaned. "You feel so good. I love having you inside of me."

He increased his rhythm, plunging in and out of me with beautiful and expert precision. I moaned in sweet pleasure feeling my uterus contract around him.

"I need you to kiss me," I said, hungry to see what his lips would feel like on mine.

I felt his warm and sensual lips softly mold to mine perfectly. His tongue teased mine playfully. I imagined his emerald green eyes watching me as I writhed in pleasure; totally surrendering myself to him.

We kissed with hunger and passion. My hips were rotating and I could feel my uterus squeezing and contracting him to climax. I arched my back as he placed his hands under my ass penetrating me deeply. The head of his shaft was rubbing my sweet spot like I had never felt before.

"Oh God!" I screamed. "You are the best baby. I love the way you f*ck me. That's it, baby; that's it."

My orgasm exploded with intensity like no other I had ever experienced. I felt the warm gush of my ejaculation; I heard myself moan with each pulsating release. His climax was unraveling within me. I cried out with pleasure; I never wanted this to end. My lips found his and I kissed him as he finished coming; he was moaning with pleasure as well. I was content that I had pleased him. I felt him shudder as he finished; he continued giving me sweet kisses.

We were both panting with our exertion. Too soon he pulled himself out of me. I rolled over on my side, flushed with the afterglow of our lovemaking. I drifted off to sleep quickly never having opened my eyes.

I awoke the next morning. Trey had already gotten up and headed to the gym for his morning workout. I recalled the events of the previous night and shame washed over me. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach.

I needed to call Gina. There was no other person I could trust with this other than my very best friend.

It was early - only 7 a.m. Preston was not even awake yet but this could not wait. I needed to unload this from my conscience.

I phoned Gina and heard her groggy voice on the other end of the phone.

"Somebody better had died for you to call me this f*cking early girlfriend!"

"Gina," I rasped, beside myself. "I did something awful! I cheated on Trey!"

My voice gave way to racking, guilt-ridden sobs.

CHAPTER 20



By the time Gina arrived at our apartment I had fed breakfast to Preston and she was in her playpen happily chewing on her assortment of rubber toys.

I had put a pot of coffee on for Gina as I knew that she wasn't a morning person. The doorman buzzed over the intercom that she had arrived. I left the front door ajar for her as I returned to the kitchen to shut the oven timer off. I got the blueberry muffins out that I had baked trying to kill time before Gina got here.

I poured myself a glass of apple juice and put the muffins on a plate. I heard Gina breeze through the front door, calling my name.

"In here," I called out. "Want a cup of coffee?"

She appeared in the doorway to the kitchen looking as if she had literally climbed out of bed, put a pair of jeans on under her nightgown, threw on her coat and drove over.

"What the f*ck Tylar? No, I don't want a cup of coffee. I want you to sit your ass down and explain to me why you would cheat on your husband? After you saw all the hell that Ian put me through; the pain and suffering, the humiliation - how could you do that to your own husband?"

"I didn't technically cheat on Trey - it just feels as if I have," I sobbed taking a seat at the table.

"What?"

I explained to Gina that Trey and I had a bit of a disagreement without telling her the specifics. I told her that it wasn't so much the content of the disagreement but the tone he had taken with me making me feel subservient and insignificant. I explained that I had gone to bed pissed off at him and that he had come to bed horny. I admitted that because I was horny as well but still pissed, I fantasized that he was someone else and got off seven ways from Sunday.