The Sweet Encounter (Completed)

Chapter Eleven - The Past

Brie woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. She didn't remember the last time she smelled that familiar scent because her go to breakfast was usually a fruit or protein bar. She was alone in her bed and remembered last night. She couldn't stop smiling at what just happened. She finally made love and to Trey Bryson. She remembered how gentle he was with her even though he said he wished he would have been gentler. But he was perfect.

She held onto her duvet tightly and could still smell his manly scent he left behind. She wanted to scream into her pillow because she never felt so free. 

"You know, you look ravishing with your face buried in your tousled mane."

She was startled when he spoke. She wanted to bury her face into the duvet, but he leaned down and kissed her lips.

"Breakfast is ready. Now, please join me before I starve or I'll submit to eating you instead."

She was so bewildered by his honesty. She didn't want to object his invitation, but she decided to get up and wash up. As she entered into the shower, the hot water couldn't melt away her blissful mood. However, the bathroom door opened, and there stood Trey in the nude. She was mesmerized by every inch of his beautiful form.

"Let me wash you." He stepped into the shower, and she was left speechless. He took her soap and lathered it into the palm of his hands, and he started rubbing them over her breasts.

"Turn around."

She did as he asked, and she flinched when his body touched her back. His arms came around her waist, and he began to wash under her breasts. He then placed his hands between her thighs and massaged her there. Oh my, she thought. She was aroused by his touches, and didn't know how to react. He then lowered himself and rubbed up and down both her legs with the soap.

As he got up, he continued to clean her breast once more, and then her arms. As he was about to wash her neck, he kissed her first, then with his tongue traced a long trail up and down her neck. She leaned her neck to one side so he could continue.

Finally, he took the shampoo and lathered it into his hands and washed her hair. It was so erotic to have him wash her, and she thought she was going to explode. Once he rinsed her hair, he made her turn around.

"Now your turn."

She gulped. She was too shy. He grabbed her hands and poured soap into the palm of her hands. He rubbed her hands together and then placed them on his chest. He led her to massage him with circular motions, then down his stomach. She knew where he was leading her, and her nerves were taking over.

"It's ok, Brie. Here."

He placed her hands on him, and she gasped at the way it felt. She washed him and soon was doing it on her own. Her body was relaxed, and she didn't hesitate anymore.

"Easy, Brie, I'm not ready to come yet."

She looked up at him, and he closed his eyes and looked up. He was taking in deep breaths, and she hoped he was enjoying it.

"Stop, Brie." He removed her hands and stepped out of the shower. She felt horrid. Did she do something wrong? Instead, she heard the tear of the packet, and soon he was back in the shower.

"Turn around." Again, she didn't object, and did as he said. "Spread for me and lean forward."

He slipped his fingers between her thighs, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. The little things he did to her were unexpected. Next thing she realized, he was completely in her. All the feelings she had were about to explode. How could he make her feel this way? She was so lost, yet she desired every welcoming sensation.