“Boy!” Trina yelled when she saw the spilled milk, but Dommi was off to the races.
“Daddy!” Sophia cried, hitting the floor and running too. To Trina’s relief, she wasn’t as clumsy as her brother.
Reno dropped the carrying bag off his shoulder, grinning as he saw his children, and swept them both up into his arms. “There’s my gremlins!” he said joyfully.
Earnestine and Cecil were ecstatic to see him too, as Cecil closed the front door. At first he wondered how Reno got past security, but then he remembered Reno had a key.
But Trina wasn’t concerned with how Reno got in. She was concerned with why Reno was there at all. He would not have come without calling, if it wasn’t serious.
“How’s everybody?” Reno asked Cecil. But when he looked over and saw Trina standing behind the peninsular, wiping milk off the countertop, he couldn’t look away. Although she wore a jersey and a pair of oversized Puma shorts, and her hair was in a ponytail rather than her usual fancy hairdo, she looked simply irresistible to him. Great looking ladies crossed his path all day long, but Trina was the one he wanted. Trina was the one who made his heartbeat quicken. Trina was the one who made his dick throb.
And he was throbbing as he walked toward her. The children wouldn’t let go of him, they were clinging to him, but his entire focus was on Tree.
“Hello Reno,” Earnestine said with a smile. She noticed his fixation too. “Don’t you look refreshed.”
“Thanks, Ma,” Reno said with a sheepish smile, as he, too, realized he had completely neglected her presence. He leaned over, despite carrying two children, and kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t you look gorgeous.”
Earnestine blushed. “Oh, go on!” she said with a grin on her face.
“Yes,” Cecil responded, “go on with those lies.” Then he laughed and Earnestine hit him.
But Reno began moving toward Trina, the one he most needed to see. “Hey,” he said as he approached her. His heart was hammering as they leaned into each other and kissed on the lips. And although he knew it wasn’t the time or the place, he couldn’t help it. His kiss lingered. It was the taste of her, and the smell of her, that refused to let him peck and go. He wanted to tongue her, to smother her with love, but knew he couldn’t. Not here. Not yet.
“Everything okay?” Trina asked when their lips finally parted. Her heart was hammering too. But not just because she missed him and he looked so good, although he did look superfine to her. But because she couldn’t see him coming all this way unless something was wrong. “Jimmy and Val okay? Maddie alright?”
“They’re good. I spoke with Jim on the plane. He was acting upset when I saw him earlier, but he’s usually upset about something. But he said he’s alright.”
“I hope he and Val aren’t at it again.”
“I asked that too. He says they’re good,” Reno said, as he sat his children back on their feet.
Sophie immediately began to cry. “Daddy,” she said, reaching her little arms up to him again.
Cecil picked her up. “Give your daddy a break, sweetie,” he said. “He just got here. He’ll pick you up again. Okay?”
“Okay, Grandpa,” Sophie said so tenderly that Cecil’s heart melted. And he held her tighter.
“So what brings you to Florida?” Trina asked Reno.
This was the part Reno knew he would struggle with. He wanted to tell her the truth: that he missed her and needed her, but he didn’t want to sound like a chump either. “No biggie,” he said. “I was just passing through.”
Trina knew he didn’t have any out of town business trips on his itinerary before she left, and he didn’t bring up any trips when they spoke a few nights ago. She started to ask where he was headed while passing through Florida, but she saw that look in his eyes. Reno couldn’t hide shit from her. His eyes always told his story.
“Wanna talk?” she asked him.
Reno’s heart soared. He knew that phrase so well. It was the term they used around the children whenever they wanted to make love. He loved the fact that she was making it easy for him. He loved the fact that she didn’t find a man who would travel this far just to make love to his wife pussy-whipped. Although, if he were to be honest, he was. “Yeah, I need to talk to you,” he responded to her.
Trina rinsed out the milk-soaked dish cloth, placed it across the sink, and dried her hands. “You guys excuse us,” she said, as she and Reno headed toward the guest bedroom in the three bedroom condo.
Dommi began following behind them like the man he took himself to be, but Cecil, still holding Sophie, managed to grab Dommi by the back of his shirt and pull him back. “They’re going to talk privately,” he said. “As difficult as this may be for you to believe, I honestly don’t think they need your input.”
“What does that mean?” Sophie asked.
“It’s code,” Earnestine said, “for your brother to mind his own business.”
Dommi leaned against his grandmother. He was missing his father already.
Reno missed his children too. He couldn’t recall a time when they had been away from him this long. But when he and Trina walked into that guest bedroom, and he closed and locked the door, the only thing he was missing was being with Trina.
He slammed her back against the door, and was kissing her so vigorously that Trina had to breathe through his mouth just to stay alive.
“Oh, Tree,” he said into her mouth as he kissed her and wouldn’t stop kissing her. He pulled down her Puma shorts and her panties. She gladly kicked off her flip flops, and stepped out of those shorts and panties. Then Reno grabbed hold of her bare, tight ass, squeezing the flesh out of it, and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his lips rubbed against her lips and then began kissing her even more vigorously.
Trina’s ass was in pain because of Reno’s harsh squeezing, but it was a sensual pain that made her want his roughness even more. He pulled her closer and closer, as he rubbed his fully erected penis against her vagina, and Trina knew then that her suspicion was exactly right. He came to fuck.
She returned his vigorous kisses. She pulled him as close as he was pulling her. She knew what she had in Reno. She knew her husband had a sexual appetite to rival any she’d ever seen, and leaving him this long was risky. There were always rumors of his infidelity. Rumors of him fathering some woman’s child. Rumors of him caught in the act with this woman or that woman. Trina had heard it all. But she believed Reno. Now she understood why. No man would travel twenty-five hundred miles, from Vegas to Miami, if all he had to do was pick any woman he wanted and go to bed with her. He obviously didn’t want any woman. He wanted Tree. The cat was away, Trina thought with joy in her heart, but Reno was no mouse. He didn’t play.
And he wasn’t playing when he lifted her into his arms, carried her across the guest room to Trina’s unmade bed, and laid her onto the bed. He lifted off his own pullover shirt, went to the bottom of the bed, put his head between her legs, and opened her. He began licking her as soon as he opened her, and she responded with a soft cry and uncontrolled spasms. It had been too long for her also. She missed him!
Reno was mumbling words she couldn’t even understand as he continued to lick her with those super-slow, super-long licks that made her murmur unintelligibly too. Her entire body felt his tongue. Her entire body felt his overwhelming presence. And when he began to eat her, she knew it was going to be painful. Reno was demonstrating control, but she also knew his appetite for her was so strong he was going to lose it at any moment.
He lost it. Reno didn’t mean to come on so strong, but he couldn’t help himself. She tasted so good. She smelled so familiar and so wonderful that he couldn’t hold back. He went down hard on her, biting her and eating her and sucking her in such a way that she lifted her thighs, and placed them on top of his head. She wanted to cry out, but she knew she couldn’t. Not in her parents condo! But she did everything else to bear his wonderful oral. She tried to push away from him when she didn’t think sh
e could bear it, but her efforts only gave him even more access to her, and he ate her with even more bite.
He went down on her even harder. This moment, being with his wife again, was everything and more he had hoped it would be. The idea of substituting some random woman he didn’t even love for Tree, was like substituting salt for sugar. On the surface, they may have seemed like the same thing. But it was all in the taste. And Reno was loving that sweet, refined taste of Trina.
But even Trina had her limits. Even she knew when Reno was nearing that line. “Babe, it hurts,” she finally said to him when he began to go down on her too hard.
Reno immediately stopped biting her, and looked up at her.
“Keep going,” she said, “but not so hard.”
He smiled. He didn’t think he could stop doing her even if he wanted to. But he did ease up. She was already red and swollen. Her vaginal juices were already flowing, making her wet the way he loved it. He began licking her again with those slow, lingering licks Trina loved too. She was his sugar, and he was high on that sugar.
But he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He also knew they both wanted the full effect. He finally pulled himself away from that smell, that taste of her. He moved from between her legs, and moved up her body. He lifted her jersey, revealing her bare breasts, and began sucking them. Trina lifted her jersey over her head as he sucked her, tossing it aside, and then she was moaning again as he licked her.
She ran her fingers through his hair, as his mouth moved from one breast to the other one, sucking and licking and mouth-fucking them until they were as tender as her vagina. And then he stood up, and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
When he removed his shoes and then his jeans, stepping completely out of them and standing there naked with his muscular, fine self, with his long, thick rod, Trina’s vaginal juices oozed again. Reno wasn’t getting any younger, but no man alive, she believed, could out-sex him ever. He still had it in spades.
And just when she thought he was about to put it on her without mercy, he did something remarkable. He got in bed with her, pulled the covers over them both, and pulled her into his big arms.
Trina was thrown. This wasn’t like Reno. He would cuddle with her. He would hold her. But always after sex. Always after he got what he wanted from her, and she got what she wanted from him, would he show that kind of tenderness.
But today, after traveling all this way, he realized that he missed more than just her body. He missed her. That was why he needed to hold her. That was why he needed her to understand the fullness of his feelings. He lifted her chin so that they were eyeball to eyeball. And his fiery blue eyes were intense.
“We’ve been together a long time, Katrina,” he said to her.
Trina stared into those intense eyes.
“We’ve been through more in the last few years,” he continued, “than most people would ever go through in their entire lifetimes. And I’m no spring chicken,” he said, as he smiled a smile that revealed lines of age to prove his point. “And neither are you,” he added.
Trina smiled too. She was younger than Reno, but not by much.
“But you’re still my baby,” he went on to say, and Trina’s heart melted. She began rubbing his penis. “You’re still the only woman who makes me want to always do the right thing. Because every time I see a woman that reminds me of you in any way, I want to do wrong. I want to fuck her. But then I think about you. I think about your velvety brown skin, and your eyes, and nose, and your beautifully full lips.” He ran his thumb across her lips. “And you. I think about you, Tree. I think about the day we got married. I had to order that hit on Frank Partanna that day, and you knew I had to do it. But you didn’t leave me. You could have. Any prim and proper female would have. But you didn’t. Because there’s nothing prim and proper about you. You’re classy. And smart. And strong as nails when it comes to looking out for me and our children. I’m still papa bear. I rule the roost. But you’re mama bear. You rule it too. You’re the toughest person I know.”
Trina stared at Reno. She placed her hand on the side of his lovely face. “Thank you, babe,” she said.
“You’re also the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said as his expression began to reveal that hunger again, that lust. He looked down at her lips. “And the sexiest woman alive,” he added, and captured her mouth with his.
And it was on again. Reno was kissing her hard, and holding her harder, and both were committed to the feeling. And when he rolled her onto her back, and got on top of her, parting her legs with his muscular thighs, he knew he was going to lose control again. Trina knew it too. And welcomed it. Reno never went half-cocked. He never went half-way. She knew what she had with Reno.
At first, he had it under control. His penis was so stiff he didn’t even have to touch it. He positioned it at her vagina, and moved in. Trina, the way she usually did, arched at first entry, as the feel of his thickness always surprised her. He always seemed to grow larger every time they fucked.
But Reno kept it slow. He eased in, pulled out, eased in, pulled out, and then finally eased in and kept going. It wasn’t until he was deep inside of her did he began to find his groove. And for a good few minutes he remained in that easygoing groove. And Trina loved it. But she wanted more. Reno was holding back. They were in her parents’ condo, and there were good reasons to hold back, but she knew her man. It was just a matter of time. He was going to wow her.
Within a few minutes, the wow was on. His easy gyrations started moving faster and faster, with more and more urgency, until he lost it. He couldn’t help himself. She felt too good. Her vaginal juices, and his pre-cum, had him drunk with feelings. And before he could pull back, and ease back up, he was pounding her.
Trina was in love with the pound. She wrapped her legs around his ass and felt him push up and down, his buttocks tightening with every push, as he fucked her. They were trying not to be too loud, and could only hope they were succeeding, but they couldn’t let up. Reno missed her, and she missed him, and there was no way they could suppress those feelings of love, of need, of desire. They fucked like it was nobody’s business.
But in the kitchen, as Cecil and Earnestine sat around the peninsular drinking more coffee and talking softly with the children, the sounds of bed action began to be heard. What seemed so low the children wouldn’t be able to hear it, suddenly became too loud. Earnestine looked at Cecil in horror. Cecil quickly jumped up.
“What’s that?” Sophie asked, looking around. “What’s that noise?”
“Let’s go downstairs to the gym,” Cecil said, taking the children by their hands and helping them down from their chairs. “Let’s go do a workout.”
“But what’s that noise, Grandpa?” Sophie asked again.
“It’s nothing, baby,” Cecil said, hurrying them toward the front door. “Your parents are just moving around some furniture.”
“No, they aren’t,” Dommi corrected his grandfather. “They’re fuck---”
Cecil quickly blocked the ing by placing his hand over Dommi’s mouth. Earnestine was appalled that he would even know such a word.
“I’ll kick you to kingdom come if you even try it boy,” Cecil warned Dommi.
But Dommi, being Dommi, frowned. “Where’s kingdom come?” he asked. “What kind of place is that to kick somebody?”
“A place you don’t want to be,” Earnestine said. Then she looked at her husband. “Now get his ass out of here!”
Dommi grinned. “Grandma cussed,” he said, as Cecil hurried the children out of the front door. “Grandpa, Grandma cussed!”
After they had gone, Earnestine couldn’t help but smile. That Dommi! But her attempts to ignore the sounds of bedsprings bouncing as Reno continued to bang Trina, proved impossible. They were going too strong. She even wondered if her daughter would be able to walk after such a pounding.
But soon the noise eased, as Reno could be heard yelping some kind of loud sound, and then, after several
more seconds, it all ended. It was over. Earnestine was relieved.
And her fear that Trina would not be able to walk didn’t materialize either. Some twenty minutes later, after apparently cleaning herself up, Trina was coming out of the bedroom in her shorts and jersey and flip flops again.
“Where’s everybody?” she asked, as she made her way to the kitchen.
“Cecil took the kids to the gym.”
That sounded odd to Trina. Her father was a very precise man. He didn’t mention going to the gym as one of their activities for today. Then she realized why. She looked at her mother alarmed. “We were loud?”
“Let me put it this way,” her mother said. “Fireworks are loud. Explosions are louder. You and that husband of yours were both.”
“But the children didn’t hear anything?”
“They heard the beginning of the loudness,” Earnestine said. “And that little man of yours knew exactly what was going on. But at least Sophie had no clue.”
“Dommi is no little man, Ma,” Trina said, going to the refrigerator to pour herself a glass of water. “He’s all man. There’s nothing little about him. Trust me. He’s around his daddy’s age.”
Earnestine laughed. “I believe you,” she said.
Then Trina poured a glass of water and stood at the peninsular. She stared at her mother. “I think me and the kids are going to go back to Vegas, Ma,” she said.
Earnestine was concerned. “Oh, Katrina, why? You only have four more days left. The children are having such fun. And Cecil, oh my goodness. He’s having the time of his life.”
“I know,” Trina said. “But Reno needs me.”
“And in four days he’ll have you.”
But Trina was shaking her head. “He needs me now, Ma.”
“I don’t understand. I declare I don’t!”
Trina didn’t want to go there, but she knew she had to explain herself. “I didn’t marry an average joe.”
Earnestine nodded. “I understand that.”
“And it’s not just because of his temperament, or the things he’s had to do. But women love him, Ma. They want to get next to him. Some of them will go to great lengths to get next to him. You couple all those women that want him with his ferocious sexual appetite, and then add in the fact that I’m all the way in Florida for two weeks, and you’ve got yourself a train wreck waiting to happen.”
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