Those days were over, though. If Trek could be open and vulnerable with me, I could do the same. I planned to give him my all. Trek deserved my love, honesty, and loyalty more than anybody else, and that's exactly what he'd get.
I washed Deshoni's little body good and dried him off. Afterward, I moisturized him and dressed him. He watched his favorite show on the big screen in our room while I showered and thoroughly cleaned my body. It felt so good to wash the food smells off me.
Once finished, I moisturized my body and dressed. While Deshoni's favorite show played on low, I rubbed his curly hair and read him a story. It was now eight o'clock and a little past his bedtime.
When his light snores reached my ears, I looked down. My baby was knocked out. I pushed him to the wall, pulled the cover up to his chest, and said a quick prayer over him.
It was now or never. I needed to show Trek just how much I desired him. He'd sacrificed so much time for us, and the way to a good man's heart was through his stomach, supporting him in every way possible, and never hesitating to put that pussy on him.
I pulled the new guardrail up on my side and exhaled. Now that Deshoni was safe and asleep, it was Mr. Nasty time. When I stepped into the hallway, the house was dim.
Trek and Junior had retreated to their own rooms because I could hear Junior going crazy on the game while he played live with his friends. My body slightly shook. I was nervous.
I knew he'd never deny me. Trek wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Still, I was worried that once we crossed that line, we'd become much more than friends. At the end of the day, I wanted him as a lover just as much as a friend.
My slow footsteps felt like lead, but I refused to walk away. I released another breath of air and twisted the knob of his door. Trek's muscular back was to me.
His TV was on, but it was playing at a low volume. He was shirtless, and his big blanket stopped at his waist. The smell of his favorite body wash still lingered in the air. Trek's durag was in place per usual. The time was here.
I slipped out of my oversized tee and slid right behind him. Trek moved slightly when he felt my body against his. He was so warm and smelled so damn good that I kissed up his collarbone and up to his neck. Trek shivered at my touch. I couldn't believe I had this big man yearning for more of me. My hands caressed every inch of his tattooed skin and toned body. I'd dreamed of this moment, and there was no going back.
Trek gripped my hand when it sailed down his six-pack and grabbed a handful of his thick and long dick.
"Travel, are you sure?" he queried, still facing the opposite way. His voice trembled, as if he strained to speak.
"I'm more than sure."
"Tell me what I wanna hear then."
"Trek, I wanna play with you."
"Let's play." He rolled over and scooped me into his arms. Before I knew it, I was over his shoulder and walking through a secret door in his closet.
Chapter 8
Trek
Travel was perfect. Her body was a masterpiece in the eyes of true artists like myself. I stood at the foot of my bed and watched the angel that was tied to my bedposts. Her arms were open, and her legs were fully apart. With the blindfold over her eyes, she couldn't see what came her way, but she'd definitely feel it. I thoroughly enjoyed the rise and fall of her breasts. It was the best scenic view I'd ever witnessed.
Travel's nipples were swollen and patiently awaited being savored. My eyes trailed down her shapely stomach. It needed my attention just like the rest of her body. When my eyes connected with her pussy, my dick pulsed. It glistened with her juices, not to mention the landing strip design on her pussy, which appealed to the deeper, freakier depths within me. I loved how creative she was. With my love spread eagle, there was absolutely nothing that would interfere with me eating her like that Turkey Day meal she prepared a few hours ago.
I climbed onto my bed and licked up her body until I made it to her ripe titties. Since high school, I dreamed of sucking her titties, and now here I was, living my long-time dream.
My tongue swept across her first nipple, and Travel shivered.
"Fuck," she rasped out.
I had barely made a move and already she was affected. Travel's back slightly arched when I slobbered over both of her titties at the same time. My hands firmly gripped her breasts. It was imperative that I drenched every inch of those bountiful beauties. Drool seeped from the corners of my mouth. Her skin was so soft and appeared to persuade me to taste more of her, which was exactly what I did. I kissed down Travel's body, making sure to love on her plush, soft center, before I made it to her pussy.
The moment my tongue swiped between her warm folds, it was my turn to shiver. Travel smelled sweet and fresh, with a taste I'd never consumed before. The hunger for her I'd hidden for years surfaced, and I couldn't help myself. I buried my face in her coochie, allowing her to smear her essence all over my face.Shit. I was sprung.
Her clit was swollen and hard, and I savored it like candy.
"Fuck!" she screamed loudly.
My two fingers entered her warm and tight walls. She couldn't help but react. My tongue and fingers were a duo that she could not fight. Travel damn sure wouldn't win.
She moved her pelvis as much as she could, but she was no match for me. I vibrated my tongue against her clit while my fingers quickly moved in and out of her. When her body started to shake, I swiftly untied her arms and legs and pulled her onto my face.
