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He rose up, his arms scooting me down slightly. He used one of my bed pillows to raise my butt up so that he could enter me at an angle. He put his hand on his long cock, gently guiding it between my legs and into me. I watched in awe, loving to see Trey touch himself. He inserted just the head, rotating his narrow hips in a circular motion. He sank a bit deeper inside of me, the fullness of his erection captured in my wet and hungry sex. My hands were on each cheek of his tight ass, grabbing and pulling him in deeper. He gave some gentle thrusts, and then backed out slowly, almost completely. I whined and he smiled.

“You're quite greedy, aren’t you, Tylar?” he whispered, covering my mouth with his and pulling at my lower lip. Once again he slowly drove himself into me. Again he backed out, teasing and tantalizing me.

He stacked another pillow under me so my pelvis was raised even higher. He was now able to rise to his knees, and placing a hand on each side of my hips, he raised and held me as his erection slid in and out. He flexed himself so that he would gyrate in a circular motion, his beautifully curved cock rubbing my swollen sweet spot; then in and out, then circular.

My orgasm was once again building to release. Our breathing was ragged; our skin glistened with a thin film of sweat as we worked toward our mutual climax. I felt the warmth in my core turn to heat, my extremities tingled, my hands pressed Trey’s ass to me with a vengeance.

“Oh yes, Trey. That’s my spot,” I moaned, “Don't stop; keep it going,” I gasped, pressing him so that he was hitting my engorged G-spot. He met my demands with expert finesse. He was building to climatic release as well.

“Oh God,” he breathed hoarsely into my ear, rotating his hips perfectly to push me over the edge. I groaned, finally crying out as I met my release. Spasms of pleasure enveloped every nerve and muscle in my body. I felt the gush of wet pleasure that soaked Trey and me; his release was happening as well. His thrusting caused him to groan with each climatic spasm; I could feel my muscle contracting around him, drawing his juices into my body.

“Ummm,” he moaned as he body stiffened and stopped; I felt his climax pump rhythmically into me. It seemed to go on for a while. I hoped that this meant Trey had not been with anyone else since we conceived. I wondered if I had a right to ask.

He was hovering closer to me, resting his moist body close to mine. He hadn’t fully lowered his weight on me during our lovemaking, I noticed. His face lowered to mine, kissing my face all over, rubbing my damp hair back off of my face. He kissed my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, and my chin. He lips found mine, lightly kissing them as if I was a China doll again. I returned his kisses, framing his gorgeous face between my hands, not wanting him to pull himself out of my body. He smiled down at me, showing me his sexy dimple, which I promptly kissed. His smile widened, resulting in his sexy crooked grin.

“What?” I asked, unsure what amused him at the moment.

He kissed me softly, “You've got quite a potty mouth when you want your nut,” he teased. I blushed. That was the first time I'd been that vocal with Trey. He had a tendency to whisper naughty things to me during the heat of passion; I'd not done so until today. It was new to me but it felt really hot.

“Was I too bossy?” I inquired, smiling back at him.

“Not at all; I rather like it when you take charge.”

“You do?”

“Of course; just as long as you only do it when I let you,” he clarified, giving me his wicked grin.

He lifted a lock of hair from my shoulder, rubbing it along his lips, breathing in my scent.

“So are you mad about the baby?” I asked, tentatively.

He gave me a don’t-be-stupid look. “How can I be mad about the baby, Tylar? It’s not a situation where you purposely entrapped me. I saw the video; you were trying to help me; things got out of hand, then quickly got, well, even more out of hand, I guess. We should talk about where we go from here.”

I shifted in the bed nervously. I didn’t want to have this discussion lying naked with Trey in my bed. I wasn’t sure I wanted it at all.

“What?” he asked, observing my attempt to get out of bed.

“I’d like to put something on.”

“I much prefer you this way Tylar,” he said, displaying his dimpled grin. "This is all very new to me,” he said, “my plans changed drastically once my engagement was broken. Marriage and family were no longer part of my plan.”

My heart sank.

“I want you to know that I’ll provide both financial and emotional support. And I want you with me in Atlanta, Tylar. I don’t want us to be apart during this.” My pulse quickened as he continued, “I can promise you safety and security. I can’t promise any more than that right now, though. I've not done well with relationships."

I looked at him and I knew that he was being as honest as he could be. He wouldn't make empty promises. He'd never shared with me the intimate details of his life, yet he knew all of mine.

“I understand what you’re saying Trey, what you’re offering me. I appreciate your honesty and candor. I have a life here now. I can’t have the life I’ve started carving out for myself and my baby here by going with you to another town. My home is here. This is where I need to be for now.”

CHAPTER 36

Once again, Trey was exasperated when he realized I wouldn't bend to his wishes. He'd immediately started getting dressed after I'd told him I was staying here. He silently pulled the zipper up on his trousers, searching under the bed for his socks. I hadn’t moved a bit and still sat with my legs drawn up, chin resting on my knees. As he gathered himself, I could tell that his expression had softened, despite his disappointment.

“Thanksgiving is Thursday,” he said, “will you come to Bristol with me?” His invitation took me by surprise. I had both Thursday and Friday off for the Thanksgiving holiday, but I'd made no plans; I had no family.

“You want to take me to Bristol to meet your family?”

“That’s the plan; will you come?”

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