He knelt onto the bed and crawled over to her. “You’re tryna spoil a brotha. Maybe we need to work on keeping you barefoot and pregnant.” He straddled her body then brought her hand to his lips and licked away at her fingers.
“You won’t get any complaints from me,” she whispered between licks.
She dropped her hand and Reggie’s mouth started at her neck and shoulders. He licked her nipples then kissed her swollen belly and protruding navel. He paused over her middle, licking and sucking.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Berlin whispered and spread her thighs inviting him to move even lower. Instead, he traveled upward, nuzzled her throat and nibbling her earlobes before kissing her mouth. He positioned his body between her thighs and felt warmth radiating at her core. He settled on top of her and grinded his length along her wet slit.
“Reggie,” Berlin breathed. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to flip him onto his back, but he resisted. “Dammit,” she mumbled and brought her hand in between them to caress his chest then moved lower to grip the base of his penis. Arching his back, Reggie jerked out of her reach. “Quit teasing me!” she cried while he chuckled. Again, Berlin reached out for him, but this time he took her hands and pinned them above her head.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“It’s called foreplay, boo. I told you I’m just tryna make my baby feel good.”
Berlin cried out with frustration as he brought his mouth down hard over hers and slipped his tongue inside, meeting her with controlled strokes until her body tensed and she was moaning his name. “Please, Reggie,” she cried as she struggled to remove her hands until he finally released her.
Raising up, he wrapped a hand around his dick and teased her with the head, starting at her clit and working his way down. When he slid between her folds, he circled twice, then entered just the tip, before withdrawing.
“Please,” Berlin whimpered as she arched her back, trying to draw him deeper.
She had no idea how much her pleading was turning him on. As he tried to maintain control, Reggie took a deep breath and resisted the urge to plunge into her hard.
“Please, babe. Please.” Berlin brought her hands around and gripped his ass, drawing him closer. “Fuck me, dammit! You know you want to,” she coaxed in a low, raspy voice that did crazy things to his mind and body.
No longer able to hold on, Reggie entered her slowly, rocking his hips and pushing a little deeper each time. Berlin spread her legs and sighed as he filled her eager pussy deeper. She shuddered and moaned his name until he was buried to the hilt and lying on top of her. Reggie took a moment to get his bearings then brought her legs up around his waist and plunged deeper. Again, he had to pause. He didn't dare move although Berlin was rocking her hips. He gritted his teeth and took another breath. She felt so good he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last. But then what did it matter. There was plenty of time for round two.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
As soon as their eyes locked, he began to thrust. He wanted her to know who it was between her thighs, pounding inside her. The man she had vowed to spend the rest of her life with. Reggie withdrew to the head then buried deep again, pounding into her warm sex.
“Damn, this pussy’s good,” he growled between pumps.
Her hands came around to guide his hips and he plunged in and out of her welcoming body. “Harder,” she breathed. “It feels so good, I-I…” her words trailed off into a whimper.
“You what?” Reggie asked as he lifted up and brought a hand down between them and feathered her clit, rubbing her juices along the hard nub. In the meantime, he speeded his strokes, giving her exactly what she wanted. “It feels so what?”
“I-I love… the way… you feel… inside of me,” she managed between breaths. She was wiggling around on the bed while he teased her, pounding long and hard in a rhythm that had him breathing heavily. Finally he pressed down hard against her clit with his thumb. Within seconds, he felt her pussy tighten around his length. He pounded into her until Berlin shuddered and exploded.
“Yess, yess!” she cried and convulsed around him.
“That’s it, boo. Come all over my dick,” he whispered against her cheek. She clung to him. Her breathing was ragged and a series of tremors continued to travel through her body.
Now that she was satisfied, Reggie began to thrust again, sucking at her neck while he deepened his strokes. When he felt his own release coming, he grabbed hold of her hips, lifting Berlin off the bed and pumped wildly inside her. Throwing his head back, Reggie growled as his body shook and exploded.
Berlin shivered beneath him, and brought her hands to travel along his back and ass. Reggie collapsed and rolled onto his side, resting his head on the pillow beside her and kissed her mouth and cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am today.”
Reggie grinned and then felt a moment of guilt as he brought an arm across her middle. He would tell her tomorrow. Tonight was just too perfect to ruin.
CHAPTER 3
Berlin opened her eyes and noticed Reggie was gone.
Every morning he got up, rain or shine, and ran three miles, then pumped weights in the personal gym he designed on the first floor, behind the kitchen before starting his day. She remembered how it used to bother her to roll over and not have him snuggling beside her, but over the years she had gotten used to him being gone. What she couldn’t understand was how he could have that much energy especially after an entire night of mind-boggling sex.
Smiling she rolled onto her back as she thought about last night’s sexapade. Reggie was an amazing lover. The soreness between her thighs never left any doubt that she had been thoroughly satisfied.
She rose from the bed and slid her feet inside her slippers. The room was cold making her teeth chatter. She walked softly over to Reginald’s big recliner in the corner and reached for a peach robe and slipped her arms inside. Quietly, she moved into the ensuite, and within seconds stepped into the shower. As she stroked the washcloth across her breasts, along her belly and down between her thighs, her body hummed with memories of making love last night. That man knew how to please her. Her clit throbbed in agreement. By the time she was brushing her teeth, she decided Reggie had earned a full breakfast including grits and homemade biscuits.
Berlin lathered her body in mango scented lotion then slipped back on the robe and moved downstairs toward the kitchen to start breakfast. She padded across thick plush carpet through a living room that was decorated in chocolate and turquoise. Two years ago, Reggie and his boys had added crown molding to every room on the first level giving the house the rich charm it deserved.
Berlin stepped into the large kitchen which had been a total renovation. Now the large room boasted dark cherry cabinets, light granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. She reached inside a cupboard near the sink and removed the coffee grounds then started the coffeemaker. A slight ray of sunshine slanted through the kitchen window, and she gazed out at the backyard covered in a beautiful blanket of fresh snow. They were sure to have another white Christmas. Smiling, Berlin placed her hands on her stomach. “Good morning, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Mommy can’t wait to meet you.” She felt tears stinging the back of her eyes every time she thought about the little life she and Reggie had created together. Their child was going to be smothered with love.
The phone on the wall rang, startling Berlin from her thoughts. She shuffled over to the wall and retrieved it. “Hello?”
“Good morning, dear.”
A smile teased her lips at the sound of her mother’s voice. “Good morning, Mom. How are you this early in the morning?” she added as her eyes traveled over to the clock on the wall that confirmed it was barely eight.
“I figured you were already in the kitchen making coffee.”
“You think you know me,” Berlin replied with a silly grin.
“Lil’ Bit, I’ve been your mother for thirty-one years. I know you better than you know yourself,” she reminded with hearty laughter.
Berlin didn’t mind hearing the nickname. Her sister Eileen had started calling her that when she was six, and after a while the name had stuck.
“Your father is up this morning, stringing the house with Christmas lights.”
“Mom,” she began with a frown as she moved over to the kitchen table with the high barstools and took a seat. “Reggie offered to do that for you while we were there.” She shook her head. Sometimes parents were worse than kids.
“I know, but you know how stubborn your father is. He always wants to do things when he wants to do it.”
While they were in Chicago, visiting her parents for Thanksgiving, she had asked her Dad if he wanted help putting up the Christmas lights. Most people left theirs light on the house year round but not her father. He insisted on hanging them every year after Thanksgiving. “Daddy isn’t as young as he used to be,” Berlin said with a hint of worry.
“Don’t let him hear you say that,” her mother warned.
“Well, he isn’t.” And at sixty-five, she hated the thought of him being up on a ladder and falling. When she was a teenager her father had injured his back while working at a construction site, and he’d be receiving disability ever since.
She remembered the days when there was barely any food on the table. And she and her older sister, Eileen, slept together, trying to stay warm after the gas had been turned off. It had been a sad time. A time that had made her strive to have a better life. However, one thing the Dupree family had never been short on was love.
“If it will make you feel any better, I think he’s sticking with the bushes and the front porch.”
“Good,” she replied and released a sigh of relief.
The rich scent of coffee filled her senses. Berlin rose and padded over to a cabinet near the stove, and removed her favorite blue mug.
“Lil’ Bit, the reason I’m calling is because I got a bill from the county assessor’s office. It says we still owe three grand in property taxes. I thought we had taken care of it, and your father… well, he’s just as confused as I am about it.”
“No problem, Mom. I’ll pull it up online and see if I can figure it out for you.” It wasn’t the first time she had helped her parents sort out their taxes or helped them with their bills.
Her mother had retired from the Chicago Public Schools as a cook. Their parents lived a very simple life, but she and Eileen helped them even when they declined their assistance. That was what daughters were for. Berlin had set up a login and password to their checking account so she and her sister could have access when needed.
“Thanks, baby. I really appreciate it. All that stuff doesn’t do anything but confuse us.”
Cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder, Berlin reached for the creamer and poured into her coffee. “No problem, Mom. I’ll log on this afternoon and figure it out for you.”
There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her parents. They had sacrificed so much for her and her sister.
She had grown up on the west side of Chicago in an urban neighborhood where drugs and prostitution was a way of life. The Dupree’s decided they wanted Berlin to have a quality education during her high school years. And after receiving a partial scholarship, they sent her all the way to the south side to attend a Catholic, all-girls school. Green plaid skirts and cream tops, uniforms were supposed to hide student’s poverty levels, and make everyone appear equal. Berlin studied hard at school and got a full scholarship that took her away from Chicago to St. Louis where she studied accounting. After graduation, she decided to make the city her home and the rest was history.
They were discussing the Christmas menu when she heard the side door open followed by the rush of chilled air that caused her to shiver. Berlin looked over her shoulder to find Reggie standing at the end of the counter. He was wearing nothing but black sweatpants and a matching hoodie, which he obviously hadn’t used to cover his head. There were snowflakes in his hair, making his chocolate skin look even darker and sexy. “Mom, Reggie just walked in.”
“Hi Mom!” he called as he reached inside the refrigerator for a carton of orange juice.
She laughed softly. “Tell my son I said hello.”
Berlin moved her mouth away from the phone. “Mom said hello.”
“Lil’ Bit, I’ll let you two go,” she heard her say.
Still frowning, she replied, “Okay, Mom. I’ll call you later.” Berlin walked over and returned the receiver to its base then swung around with a hand propped at her thickening waist. “Reggie, why don’t you have on a jacket?”
“Last I checked my mama’s name was Hazel.” Reggie winked then took a long swallow from the carton, even though he knew it annoyed the hell out of her.
Walking over to him, Berlin brushed her hand across his cornrows, knocking snow and water to the floor. “Reggie, I’m not playing. Why were you outside without a coat and something on your head?” She gave him a hard glare as he took another swallow then lowered the carton to the counter. “It’s pneumonia weather out there.”
“Babe, I told you. I can’t jog in a jacket.” Swooping in, he gathered her in his arms for a kiss that started with cold lips and quickly turned hot.
“Ewww, you’re all wet!” Berlin cried and gently she pushed him away causing him to chuckle.
“My bad.” He stepped back and stripped off the hoodie. “How’s that?” She noticed the way his t-shirt clung to his sculpted body. Damn, that man was fine.
“Better,” she mumbled and had to clear her throat. “You want some coffee?”
“Nah, what I want is another kiss.” He rested his hands on the counter, caging her in. The gesture brought his body within inches of hers.
“What you need is a shower,” she replied with a sniff.
With light kisses, he traveled around to her lips. Berlin opened her mouth to protest. “Reggie—”
“Shhh.” He then slipped his tongue inside and stifled any further objections. With a moan, Berlin brought her arms up around his neck.
While Reggie deepened the kiss, his long fingers parted her bathrobe and skimmed up her long legs, until his hands were resting at her ass. He drew her closer and buried his face in the soft velour bath robe.
Reggie’s tongue was hot and dominating, ripping the air from her lungs. Shivers rippled through her. Berlin locked her arms around his waist and rocked into him, feeling the evidence of his arousal. Things quickly got out of control. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, moving at a desperate pace. One would have thought they hadn’t seen each other in days. When he reached for the belt to her robe and unfastened it, the cool air instantly hardened her bare nipples.
Reggie pulled back and she swallowed hard as he stared down at her naked body. His hand skimmed across her neck and down along her breasts causing her to flinch with every touch, and when he reached her swollen belly, the lust in his eyes turned to something so overwhelming and power, her breath caught, and then their eyes locked for a long intense moment.
“I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” she replied.
“Now I gotta taste you.”
He brought his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the center island. She watched as he grabbed a barstool and brought it over and straddled it, bringing him right smack between her thighs.
Reggie sprinkled kisses on the insides of her legs that were light as a feather yet sent shivers up her spine. Moans slipped from her lips and made her body weak. Berlin leaned back on the island resting on her elbows and watched her husband go to work.
Shoving the robe out of his way, he slipped his hands up under, cupping her ass and dragged her toward his mouth.
“Oh,” she whispered as he tickled her with his tongue, swiping across one inner thigh and then the other moving closer but still not close enough.
“You okay?” he asked
like he didn’t already know the answer.
“I’m fine,” she said voice quivering.
“Good,” he replied then reached up and spread her damp folds, causing her to gasp. He started to lean in then paused and looked up at her. “Did I hear you say no?”
Berlin gave an impatient sigh. “Reggie, quit playing,” she snapped. That man kept her sexually frustrated.
He chuckled, his warm breath causing her aroused kitty to meow. His lips were like a bowl of milk, barely within reach. Reggie took his time, blowing on her clit and driving her mad before he finally gave her what her kitty-cat needed. To be stroked.
“Awww!” Berlin cried as she jerked off the granite countertop.
Reggie stroked, licked and flicked his tongue along her creamy folds. Berlin moaned, groaned and whimpered while she rocked her pelvis forward meeting his moves. When he slipped his tongue inside her kitty, she draped a leg over his shoulder and pumped her hips in a steady rhythm. He set the pace and she followed his lead that grew faster and heavier with each move. And when he caught her clit between his lips and sucked, her entire body stilled for a moment before her juices gushed into his mouth. “Yesssss!” she cried out in ecstasy. Before she even had a chance to get her breathing under control, Reggie rose, lowered his sweats and boxers then dragged her hips off the island and down onto the barstool.
Berlin spread her legs as his dick plowed inside her wet core. He slipped in easily and she held onto his waist, keeping the two of them joined together. He pounded hard, sliding in and out, filling her over and over while he gazed down into her eyes. Then he finally groaned, dragging her hips higher and lifting her off the stool with the power of his orgasm.
“Awwww!” he growled. He pumped into her again and again. Berlin squeezed her vaginal walls, draining him of every drop until Reggie sighed and finally released his hold.
Smiling, Berlin slid upright onto the stool then tilted her head as Reggie leaned in for a kiss. “Mmmm, that was better than breakfast,” she purred.
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