Baby Love (Baby #2)(97)

"What time does your flight leave in the morning Tristan?"

"Around 9 am," he said. "Gina has the papers for you to sign and your check at the office."

"That's fine," I said. "We are going to do our Black Friday shopping tomorrow so I can get it then. When are you plans to come back to start the modifications to the club?"

"I have to get the staff started at the winery so it will be in about two weeks."

"You're welcome to stay here when you get back," I offered.

Gina shot me a dirty look.

(What the hell was that about?)

"Thanks Tylar," he said, giving me a brotherly hug.

"Thanksgiving was great," Gina said hugging me as well.

"I will see you tomorrow morning around nine or so after I drop Tristan at the airport. Be ready to shop girlfriend."

"Always Gina," I said, closing the door behind them.

I went in showered, got in my jammies and crawled into bed. I was exhausted. Holidays seemed to do that to me.

Trey came in a few minutes later holding Preston who was in her pj's as well.

"Someone is asking for 'num-num," he said.

I held my arms out taking her from him and nestling her down beside me.

"I'm going to grab a shower babe. I'm beat."

"Okay sweetie," I replied, lowering my nightgown and positioning Preston on her side next to me.

She clamped down hard on my nipple her teeth making it painful."

"Ouch," I said, "That hurt."

Trey looked over at me as he was taking his boots off.

"She's starting to bite me with those sharp baby teeth," I laughed.

"Baby," he said. "Why don't you consider weaning her entirely off the breast? It would make things easier if we wanted to go away for a few days here and there."

"I will when she turns a year old Trey. I want to continue until then at least a couple of times a day."

When Trey came to bed after his shower he found both Preston and I asleep. He removed her from my arms to take her to her own bed.

When he returned he climbed into bed naked except for his boxers. He immediately curled up next to me drawing me close to his warm body. I had put my diaphragm in after my shower.

Trey was placing soft kisses on my face, neck and shoulders. I pulled him down on top of me kissing his lips and allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.

"Is your diaphragm in baby?"

"It is," I replied, massaging his manhood that was quickly hardening between us.

"I've waited for this all day Mr. Sinclair," I said.

The truth was that ever since Gina had told me how hot it was with Tristan and I saw her giddiness and Tristan's attentiveness to her, I had wanted some of that for myself. Was it possible that Trey and I had fallen into a 'married rut'? We made love and f*cked all of the time. I yearned for that 'just new' feeling though; the feeling that I had had with him after we first met; and then again after we had made love for the first time. The feeling that there were still mysteries about each other to be solved.

"Really?" he asked as if surprised.

"Of course sweetheart," I said, kissing him and then pushing him back off me.

"Kneel in front of me Trey," I instructed.

He got a puzzled look on his face but did as I requested. I crouched down in front of him taking his member into my mouth. I sucked, licked swirled and completely sucked him to almost climax. Trey was moaning and breathing heavily.

I turned around getting on my hands and knees and tilted my ass up into his face.

"Fuck me doggie-style baby," I said huskily.

Trey scooted towards me, placing one of his hands on my ass as he guided himself into me from behind. My sex was totally wet for him. He placed his left arm under my stomach to raise my ass up so that he could penetrate me deeply.

He rocked in and out of me in slow and deep rhythm; both of his hands were now on each cheek guiding himself in and out of me.

"Mmmm baby," he said, "I'm loving this."

His momentum picked up, his breathing ragged. I was starting to quicken in this position that allowed a more unobstructed access to my sweet spot. I tilted my ass up higher arching my back.

"Oh God keep going," I moaned as Trey slammed into me again and again.

I heard him moan and then he pulled my ass tight against his pelvis as his manhood throbbed and pulsated getting ready to spew his warm climax into me. My orgasm exploded just then as I cried out and rolled my ass in a circular motion draining him of all of his love.

We collapsed down on the bed, thoroughly spent and exhausted from our lovemaking. We were both panting. Trey reached for my hand raising it to his lips and kissing it.

"What got into you Mrs. Sinclair?" Trey asked. "That was absolutely wicked."

"I don't know," I answered.

"I just want to make sure that you and I don't get into a rut sexually."

Trey rose up, perching his head on his hand.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I just miss the butterflies I guess."

"The butterflies? I don't understand."

I turned on my side facing him. I ran my fingers through his 'just f*cked' hair loving his looks.