Reno Gabrini: A Family Affair (4 page)

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 she 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.”