Always the One, page 16
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
Taking my nipple into his warm mouth, he moves his hand from my waist up to my other breast, pinching its heightened peak. This only makes me more eager for him to make love to me. The shivers and all the good tingle make me feel ever more alive. I feel captivated by this lover of mine.
“You taste so good, baby. You’re mine. Do you understand that? After I do this, you aren’t going anywhere, you’ll forever be my woman.” I nod in response, not quite focused on what he’s saying because of the abundance of different emotions and sensations my body is witnessing.
“Tell me that you’re mine, and only mine, baby. Tell me,” he demands, biting my nipple hard, causing a flood of new arousal to moisten my core and my hoarse voice to scream an incoherent version of his name.
“I’m yours, Trey,” I whimper when he fills me with his fingers again. It almost sends me over the edge for the second time. It blows my mind how easy it is for me to be turned on by him. He could wink at me and I would come. But it’s too soon from my last orgasm. There is no way I will be able to go again, can I?
“Uh, babe, that feels good, but I can’t, not yet.” I try to push myself farther up the bed and away from his skilled fingers. He laughs deep from his throat, barely lifting his head to look up to me from where he was lavishing my chest. Pulling me back down to him with one strong hand on my waist, not letting me escape.
“Shayla, with me, you will always be able to come, as many times as I say. I can make you feel so fucking good, beautiful. Give me another one,” he says, bending his finger up, hitting just the right spot. Within a few seconds I’m coming on his fingers again, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat. I watch in wonder as he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “Sweet.”
Holy hell, his eyes turned dark when he sucked my taste into his mouth.
Covering my pink cheeks with my hands, I turn my face to look out the window.
“Hey, don’t hide from me. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of. We’re nothing to be embarrassed of. For the rest of your life I will worship you without shame or regard. Got it?”
He pulls my hands down and away from my face. Molten desire etched on his perfect face. I can see my arousal on his lips, his tongue licking it clean. I reply with a breathy ‘yes.’
Standing back up from the bed, he walks over to his bag, stripping down to nothing as he goes. I see a shiny packet in his hand, noticing the condom before he makes his way over to me again.
I’m nervous to ask him the question that is storming in my brain. I want to be bare with him, no barrier, no condom. I trust he’s clean, because he wouldn’t do anything to put me in harm’s way, and I’m on the pill. Plus, like he said, sex with him is nothing to be ashamed of, so I shouldn’t be hesitant to ask him this. Standing over me—hard, naked, and perfect—I look him over, his arms are bulging with veins and it’s instant girl porn for me. His tan skin and lean six-pack look smooth enough to eat off of. Sitting up on my elbows, I look up at his figure.
This is it; I’m about to give myself to Trey. The man that holds all my memories, my best friend, my man. He knows the most intimate parts of who I am and I know that, without a doubt, this will be the best memory we’ve made yet.
My eyes travel from the messy hair on his head that is sticking straight up from where my hands were grabbing at it just a few minutes ago. They continue down his muscular arms, following over the peaks and deep valleys of his defined chest, making my core spasm. A wave of panic washes over me when I get to his large cock. It looks bigger than last night, maybe it’s because I know it’s going to hurt more when he enters me. Leaning down, he kisses the spot between my pubic bone and hipbone, my stomach fluttering with butterflies and my pussy clenching.
“Breathe, baby, I promise this will feel amazing. Just look at me and listen to my voice.” Placing his knees on the bed between my spread legs, he starts to open the condom, I grab his hand to stop him.
“I don’t want you to use the condom, I want you… I want our first time to be bare.” Gauging his reaction, his eyes fill with lust and the switch flips from sweet and gentle to hot and passionate. Witnessing Trey like this is magical.
“You sure, babe? Are you on the pill?” I nod, biting my lip.
“I’ve never been inside a woman bare,” he assures me. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn siren.” Laying his lower body weight on me, he grabs one of my hands and places it above my head while he puts the rest of his weight on his other hand. I lose myself in the licks he’s raining over my neck and chest, and I can feel him nudging at my tight entrance. My core is already soaking from being turned on and receiving two mind-numbing orgasms, and all I want is for him to fill me and cure the ache that I’m feeling.
“Baby, where’d you go? Do you wanna stop? We can stop.”
I spaced out as I was thinking of my own arousal, so now it’s my turn to reassure him.
“No, no, no, Trey. I want this. Make love to me.” His breath catches and a shimmer of light passes through his eyes, like I just told him that fairytales are real and Santa still exists.
That look draws me in, he looks so happy. It feels rewarding to see him this happy. He waits a few seconds before he speaks. “I love you, Shayla. I’m fucking in love with you.” I feel everything around me stand still, and the earth quits turning, flipping on its axis. He loves me, he has always loved me, but never has he said it like that. This was a moment I’ve envisioned in my head a thousand times. All of the things I’ve ever been told about love, or what it feels like to be in love, are minuscule ideas compared to what I’m feeling now.
“Say something, baby. You look like you want to say something.”
Smiling, I grab his cheeks then lean up to kiss his lips tenderly, pouring my heart and soul into my next words.
“I love you, Trey Adams.”
Kissing me one more time, I feel a slight pain in my core as he pushes slowly into me.
“Baby, this is going to hurt, but you need to breathe. It will feel better after a few minutes, okay?” I nod and wince, biting my lip to help me. I’m fighting the urge to shout out my discomfort. Shit, this hurts and shit, he is huge.
“You feel so fucking amazing, baby, I can feel it.”
I show mercy on my lip and let it slide out from between my teeth. “Feel what?”
He kisses the skin behind my ear before he whispers, “The barrier inside your velvet heat that will make you mine for good.”
I gasp as he thrusts into me all the way, proving his point with his movements. The pinching pain is unbearable at first, but after a few thrusts and him gently caressing me, I begin to feel more pleasure. This isn’t what I envisioned it would be. He’s so amazing, treating me like he might break me if he goes too fast or hard. Striking my realization I’m fragile to him, not to be tainted but only worshiped.
“Baby…” He pleads for something from me while he continues to thrust into me steadily. His bright blue eyes meet my green ones, and I search them. Trey wants—no, he needs me to declare his ownership over me.
“I’m yours, Trey, only yours.” I will myself to find more words, but I can’t. It feels too good and my words are being drowned out by my moans and his soft grunts.
“Yeah, you are. You feel so tight and smooth. You could bring me to my knees with this beautiful body, baby.” His rhythm continues steadily as he starts thrusting deeper and harder. Our connection almost feels unreal, like this is a dream. The sensation of his body sliding in and out of me, feels like heaven and earth moving toward each other, ready to collide.
“I love you. Lift your hips a little, babe, I need to be deeper.” He moans, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder, making him hit me so deep I feel him hitting my cervix. I thought he was all the way in before, I underestimated his size, he’s balls deep in me. Pounding with recklessness.
“I—oh—Trey. I love you, too!” I shout louder as I feel the impending orgasm building low in my belly.
“Come for me, baby, come on this big dick.” Trey sounds so proud and he should be, he’s deadly. He bends his neck to bite my ear and it’s followed by a deep rumble in his chest.
“I’m going to come, babe. I’m going to fill you with my cum.” In all the world, dirty talk with Trey is my favorite. Outside the bedroom he’s sensitive, clever, well mannered, but in the bedroom he’s a wild lion, mating not just for fun but also for pure need.
Reaching down, he pinches my clit. The combination of his words and touch set me off. I moan so loud I’m sure the walls shake, and we both come together. I feel the warmth of his cum inside of me, and it’s by far the most erotic and pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt.
He remains inside of me while he rolls to his back, taking me with him so I’m on top of his full body. I’m so tiny to his manly frame; I’m weightless on top of him.
“You’re deadly. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get out of this bed. I know you’re already going to be my new addiction.”
I’m okay with that.
“That was amazing,” I reply, kissing his neck.
“You’re insane. That was fucking out of this world.” He runs his hand up the curve of my spine, making my core clench. Twitching inside of me, he groans from my pulsating core sucking him back in.
“Babe, you can’t squeeze me like this, or I won’t be able to control myself and you’re way too sore for round two.” He’s right, even though it was incredible and mind numbing, I already feel the tight throb of soreness forming in my core.
“Sorry, you turn me on when you touch me like that.”
“Let’s go take a bath?” He slowly pulls out of me, and I moan at the loss. As he heads to the bathroom to start the water, I stand in front of the mirror and take a moment to look at myself. My cheeks are flushed and my skin has tiny love marks ranging from my neck to my thighs. I thought the first time for the girl was painful and just a means to get it over with. But with Trey, he made me feel so cherished and sexy. I’m almost positive that not every girl’s first time is like that. I look back at the color in my cheeks and smile. I’m no longer a girl, I’m a woman. I’m a woman in love, a woman claimed.
“Hey, come here.” I turn my head to the right and see him sitting in the bath filled with bubbles. His legs are spread apart and his knees are sticking out above the steaming water. I climb into the spot between his legs, one foot at a time, and he watches my every move with hooded eyes and a small smirk. I lay my back to his chest when I’m fully submerged in the water. Loving the feeling of his skin and warm water on my sore, sated body. He grabs the washcloth and dips it into the water, then begins to wash my shoulders.
“I’m a woman now.” Did I just say that out loud?
“What do you mean?” He chuckles, running his calloused hand over the dip of my lower stomach, the other still washing me clean.
I don’t really know if this will make sense to him or if I should even attempt to explain my insane theory. “I feel like a woman. I feel whole. Explaining it is harder than I thought, but all these years I’ve been so naïve and innocent. Now, I’m in love and I gave my heart, soul, and body to a man. I can’t go back to being a girl, I can only go forward as a woman.” Hoping that made sense, I nestle my cheek against his extended bicep, his hand now gently cleaning my sore core. Intimacy with him is perfection.
I feel his smile against the side of my forehead. “I get it, babe, trust me. I’ve never known love can make sex that amazing. There’s something so sexy about knowing that I’m yours and you are mine. That I claimed you here,” he says, placing his hand over my heart. “But that I also claimed you here,” he says, dipping his hand below the water.
I drop my head back on his shoulder and a soft mewl comes out when he barely touches my clit with his bare hands, then dips lower, circling my entrance. I’m not too sore for his skilled fingers I think, but my devious stomach leads him in the opposite direction, growling loudly. My body moves, rising and falling with his laugh.
“I want to go another round, but apparently, I need to feed my woman. Help her gain some energy back.” Trey really has the interior of a sensitive guy, with exterior caveman tendencies.
“You’re pulling out all the stops tonight, now aren’t you?” I question him sharply.
“Yeah, you could say that. Maybe I’m just trying to get some.” I crane my neck and look up at him through the tight slit in my eyes.
“Keep that smart-ass mouth going and you won’t get any of this for the weekend,” I challenge him back.
“You couldn’t resist this, so nice try,” he says, grabbing my sides. His fingers digging into me softly, causes me to burst into a fit of giggles. My movement causes the water to splash over the sides of the tub, landing with a slosh on the tiled floor.
“You get to—ahh!” I can’t even form a full sentence; his tickling is endless. “You get to clean the water up!” I’m finally able to fill my lungs with a full breath and make my escape. I stand and make work at getting out, reaching for the towel that’s hanging from the wall on the iron rod. But all of a sudden, I’m looking at the ground.
Trey’s shoulder is digging into my stomach, and I realize he picked me up, bare naked, and threw me over his wet shoulder. I watch the water trail down his back, and when it slides over his perfectly round butt I’m suddenly not so upset with my current position.
He slaps me hard on my butt and throws me onto the bed. I yelp when I make contact, my body slightly lifting into the air from the impact.
“Get ready, babe. Dinner in one hour. I’m hungry and need energy to keep up with you, ya little minx.” He walks to the bathroom but before he clears the door, I get even. When the pillow I grabbed hits him in the back of the head, he turns slightly, rubbing the spot where it hit and looking at me with a sly grin. “You’ll pay for that, smart-ass.” He points at me with a look of promise etched on his perfect face.
“I’ll count on it.”
Trey
DINNER WITH SHAYLA WAS just what we needed. Food, wine, and time together. I’m still elated that we had sex; I can still feel her tight heat wrapped deliciously around my hard shaft. Missing it already. Goddamn. Things will never be the same for me. I couldn’t think of being with anyone else, ever again. Even if I tried. The way her heavy, smooth tits bounced when I thrust up into her, her hands gripping at me for anchoring, her loud moans of pleasure in my ear, her shaved, slick core all encompassing and all fucking mine.
As I play with the condensation on my beer mug, what she said in the bathtub plays over in my head, she does look different tonight. She’s in her own world, drinking wine and swaying her head to the jazz house band playing in the restaurant. She does look like a woman, maybe because I made her unfit for anyone else, or maybe it’s the glow in her eyes. This beautiful little woman is my keeper and I am hers. I love her, I love making love to her, I want to go back upstairs and fuck all night. Just reminding her with every kiss, lick, thrust, and touch how special she is to me.
She’s clothed in a gorgeous tight little white dress, and I do mean tight. Her wide hips and slim waist reminding me of what a woman she is, those are childbearing hips, my hips to hold while I fuck, hard. Her round tits perky and begging to be licked. Her burgundy hair in a girlie fucking updo or some shit, little hairs falling on her delicate face. I’m a gone man, captivated in her beauty, captured by her heart, and stolen by her being. I watch the little faces she makes when we talk over our steak, watch the way she licks her lip then bites the corner when I look at her, watch her skin flush when I tell her the dirty things I plan to do with her and that killer fucking body. Fuck, we’re only at dinner, not even touching, and I feel like we just fucked, completely and thoroughly connected through eye contact and words.
We make our way back to the room and spend some more time in the shower, washing and touching each other. I can’t wait until she isn’t so sore. I already miss being inside my girl. I’m starting to think about how in the hell I went all these years without being with her, and how I could never understand the concept of love. The feeling that I felt the moment I broke the barrier that separated her from virgin to womanhood was unexplainable.
I still have a ton of insecurities, which are only intensified due to the new step in our relationship. But I know I can work through that shit. No, I need to work through that shit because I want to be with her. I’ll work through everything I need to if it means I’ll always have her.
I start to let my mind wander into darker water. Did my dad ever love my mom like this? I know she didn’t, that letter I found fucking said it in black ink, permanent and clear as day. But, did he love her the way I recklessly love Shayla? If so, I don’t know how he overcame her leaving.
I silence the eerie thought in my head, shutting it down as fast as it came. I’m in the here and now with Shayla, and we’re happy, we’re connected. Tonight proved our love is stronger than anything—the feelings and emotions all real.
The only light in the room is the burning fireplace, crackling across the way from the bed. I watch the orange and yellow flames mesh, regaining my bearings. Shay’s warmth on top of my chest is welcoming, helping me relax. I notice she’s been silent for a few minutes, and when I look down I’m met by her sleeping form.
Everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours wore my girl out. But I’m more than happy just sitting here listening to her light breathing as she sleeps. She looks beautiful, like nothing in this world could disturb her. I want this moment to last forever. I want my time with her to last far past the time we are given here on earth. I don’t know if I believe in eternity, but she sure makes me hopeful that there will be one. She makes me feel like the day I was born only half of me entered the world while the other half of me waited with her and the day we met was the day I became complete again.
