Baby Love (Baby #2)(12)

It was close to midnight when our limo arrived. I kissed the baby goodnight as she slept in Tristan's arms. Once Trey had relinquished Preston into Susan's waiting arms, I reminded her that if anything happened she was to contact us at the Marriott immediately. I saw Trey roll his eyes and shake his head, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the waiting limo.

We were pelted with birdseed as we departed the estate headed toward the hotel and our wedding night.

I snuggled against Trey in the limo; his arm was wrapped around me possessively. I felt happier than I had ever thought possible.

Our suite was lovely. Our luggage had been dropped off earlier and was in our room when we got there. Trey opened another bottle of champagne and we shared a glass as we prepared for our bath.

Trey helped me out of my wedding gown. I had lost the final four pounds gained during my pregnancy. Thankfully, I hadn't gotten any stretch marks through the whole ordeal.

We lit candles in the bathroom and sank down into our warm bubble bath together. I leaned back against Trey, loving the feel of his hands as they massaged my skin with soapy lather. He lifted me up, turning me around so that we were face to face.

Our lips met in a long, passionate kiss. His tongue teased mine playfully. I laced my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I could feel his erection underneath me and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me once again. I had wondered if post-partum sex would be different.

Trey lifted me from him, taking my hand as we left the tub. I barely had time to wrap a towel around myself when he lifted me and carried me to the bed.

"I'm not waiting one more minute to bury myself into you Tylar," he said, his voice husky. "Is your diaphragm in place?"

I smiled and nodded. I knew Trey needed an initial f*ck before we got down to more creative lovemaking. I did as well.

He pulled the towel from me, gazing down at me with hunger in his eyes. He was kneeling on the bed, his erection stood bold and ready. His knee nudged my thighs apart and he lowered his face to my sex, his tongue eagerly explored the soft folds beneath. He inserted a finger inside of me; his thumb gently rolled the tip of my clitoris back and forth.

"You are wet already, baby," he said softly as I moaned and swiveled my hips in a circular motion in response to his touch. He moved his face up to mine, capturing my lips with his as he removed his fingers from my womanhood.

I felt him poised above me, his hand guiding his manhood to the apex at the top of my thighs. In one swift movement he buried himself inside of me.

I gasped as he plunged in and out of me.

He placed his hands underneath my butt, raising me up to meet him. My legs were wrapped around his hips, digging into his ass pulling him in deeper with each thrust.

"God baby, I've missed this so much," he rasped, continuing his perfect flexing.

I was meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning at the pleasure I felt, as he possessed my body again and again. I felt the familiar warmth spreading at my core; the swelling of my sweet spot as the head of Trey's penis hit it again and again. I moaned with pleasure.

"Is that your spot baby? Does that feel good?"

"Oh God, yes Trey. Please don't stop," I gasped, my fingernails digging into his back.

"Tylar you feel so good baby. You feel so f*cking tight. I'm ready baby."

Trey increased his momentum as our pleasure spiraled to a peak together. I was at the edge ready for a release I hadn’t felt for awhile.

"That's my girl," his voice coaxed softly. "That's my girl; come for Trey, baby."

My orgasm exploded around us. I heard myself moaning and crying out Trey's name as my body found the wet release it so desperately needed. Trey moaned with his release, gritting his teeth as his manhood pumped his ejaculation into me again and again.

"Oh God," I rasped, my body tingled with the aftershock.

"Oh baby," Trey said, out of breath as he collapsed against me.

We were both covered in sweat. He perched his head on his elbow, gazing at me with eyes still dark with passion. His fingers lightly traced my nipple, squeezing it gently. I was always sensitive post-orgasm.

I felt him squeezing my nipple again causing me to letdown. I knew what would happen if he did it again. I waited to see if he would.

He rolled my nipple around between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it again. This time a stream of breast milk squirted out.

"Whoa," he said, surprised at the force of my milk stream.

I laughed at his expression. He lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked on it gently. I watched as he suckled from my breast. I knew that he liked the taste of my breast milk.

"Hmmm," he said, lifting his face up to mine. "That does taste good Mrs. Sinclair. I can see what all the fuss is about."

He lifted himself up and out of me. He lay down next to me and continued to press playful kisses on my face and neck.

"She's fine Tylar," he said, giving me a semi-stern look.

"What?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Bobbin is fine," he repeated.

"I know she is Trey," I lied.

I hated being apart from her and he knew it.

"Tylar," he started, a slight frown creased his forehead. "Have you discussed your separation anxiety with your doctor?"

"What separation anxiety?"

"Oh come on sweetie. You can't stand being away from her for more than an hour or two. And then this shit you've brought up about a 'family bed' recently. I'm a bit worried that's all."