Baby Love (Baby #2)(8)

The holidays had been one huge f*cked-up mess after another. My roller-coaster hormonal pregnancy had not helped during all of this. He had spent many hours of his own time handling my affairs with respect to my missing-in-action mother; negotiating a settlement on the depletion of my trust; trying to uncover the mystery behind the trustor believed to be my natural father and handling his full-time job as a law partner and lover to me.

I loved him so much. I needed to show him that it wasn't always about me and what I wanted.

I went into his office; he looked up as I entered and smiled. Preston's fingers were wrapped around his again as she stared up at him with her big blue eyes.

"Do you want me to finish feeding her Trey?" I asked softly.

"No, I've got this," he answered. "I miss her during the day you know."

"I know sweetie."

"So what did mom want to discuss?"

"Just some last minute stuff with the wedding," I replied. "Everything seems to be on track. I have my final fitting on my dress tomorrow. Gina and I are going together so I'll take Preston with me since it's not Jean's day to be here."

"Sounds good," he remarked, watching the baby with a look of love and amusement on his face as she continued to gaze up at him draining her bottle.

"Hey," he said, "I'll go ahead and finish feeding her then change her for bed. Why don't you go ahead and get a nice leisurely bath if you want."

"Really?" I asked, "That sounds so good at the moment."

"Go ahead, baby. I got this covered."

I went over and leaned down, brushing a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you Trey," I said.

I quickly left his office, anxious to enjoy some leisure time in the bathroom.

An hour later, having emerged from an absolutely lovely bubble bath, thoroughly washed, shampooed, shaved and moisturized, I dressed with care in one of my sexiest nightgowns.

I blew my hair dry, pulling it up on top of my head with a comb so that it looked tousled and sexy. My breasts were fairly bursting from the plunging neckline of my nightgown. I inserted my diaphragm, coated with the spermicidal jelly recommended.

I exited the bathroom and headed down the hallway. Trey was in Preston's nursery, having changed and dressed her in pajamas. He was rocking her, singing to her softly. He saw me standing in the doorway, dressed as I was dressed and stopped singing mid-sentence.

"Is she asleep, Trey?" I asked.

He stopped rocking her and held her from him making sure that her eyes were closed.

"Yep," he answered with a sly smile.

"Let's put her to bed then. How much longer do you plan on staying up?"

"I'm ready now," he breathed, his gaze burning into me like a hungry flame.

We tucked Preston into her bassinet in our room. She immediately found her thumb without waking. I leaned down, kissing her soft, chubby little cheek.

When I straightened up Trey was right beside me, pulling me towards him and pressing me against him.

His lips found mine, possessing them hungrily. We devoured each other with that kiss. I felt warm all over, craving something that I had not had in quite awhile. He lifted me up, gently placing me on the bed, his eyes perused me appreciatively.

I watched as he pulled the drawstring on his sweats, letting them slide down over his slim hips and muscular thighs. He had no boxers on so his erect manhood was in full spectacular view. He pulled his tee shirt up and over his shoulders, tossing it to the floor.

He put his knee on the bed, leaning over and scooping me up into his embrace. His fingers lightly touched the plunging neckline of my nightie, pulling it lower, springing one of my breasts free so that his hand could caress and massage it.

I watched as his head lowered taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while kneading it with his fingertips.

"Mmmm," he moaned softly, "Breast milk isn't all that bad," he breathed, circling my erect nipple with his tongue over and over again.

He continued suckling, then moved to free my other breast, giving it a share of his attention.

"I guess I'd better leave some for Preston, huh?" he asked, giving me his crooked grin as his mouth moved back to capture mine.

I laced my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. I was greedily pushing my pelvis against his bulging manhood.

"Easy, easy, baby," he breathed, kissing my lips again and again softly.

"Let's take our time, okay?"

Trey sat back on his haunches, pulling me up into a sitting position, raising my arms above my head so that he could slip my nightgown up and over my head. I hadn't bothered with panties so I was fully naked with him.

He lifted me as he positioned himself on his back, settling me down on him, my sex resting against his abdomen. I could feel that I was totally wet down there already.

His fingers plied my sex, his thumb pressing the outside while he inserted two fingers to gently rub the inside beneath my pubic bone. The warmth spread through me causing me to tingle in anticipation of my release.

My hands were all over him; pulling him closer to me. I wanted him buried inside of me right now.

"I love you, Trey." I whimpered, lowering myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around him.

For some strange reason, tears were pouring down my cheeks.

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