her body down on top of his. “Now,” he whispered to her as he kissed her on the side of her face, “let me take it from here.”
Melita smiled that slaying smile of hers as Jimmy began to fuck her. Only he took it far slower than she was taking it. This wasn’t business for him. This was pleasure. His condom-covered cock was big and thick and was easing in and out of her as if her cunt was delicate to the touch. And when Melita, lying on his chest and hugging him too, began to moan, he inwardly sighed relief. He was pleasing her, which pleased him mightily.
He was still getting to know this woman he had in his arms. But he was determined, despite the fact that his father would roundly disapprove, to keep her. She was a keeper. He had a fantastic need to love this woman forever.
Because maybe, he thought as he fucked her, she was what he needed. Maybe this sophisticated lady, an older, experienced, no-more-points-to-prove serious woman like this, was exactly what he had needed all along.
His father was wrong. He wasn’t in over his head. Over the moon. But not his head.
Trina woke up, later that night, alone in bed. Reno had gone to bed before she had, without bothering to discuss the altercation he’d had with Jimmy earlier, and she gave him his space. But now he wasn’t even in bed himself.
She moved to get up but realized her pajama pants were down below her knees and her pajama top was completely off. Although she had no recollection of what they had done, she could tell between her legs that they had done something. She pulled up her pants, got out of bed, and put on her pajama top that had been tossed onto a chair. It was probably one of Reno’s stress fucks, Trina concluded, where he’d rest his penis inside of her, and without much effort at all, they’d eventually cum.
She made her way out into the corridor of their penthouse apartment, around the corner, and opened the door of Dommi’s bedroom. As she had suspected, Reno was there, sitting in the rocker they both used to rock Dommi to sleep. He was sitting there staring at their sleeping son, as their son slept peacefully in his bed. Reno had such a pensive look on his face that Trina wondered if he even realized she had come into the room.
She stood there, in her pjs, watching him watch their son, and then made her way up to his side. She knelt in front of the rocker and stared at her contemplative husband. Reno looked at her. And then he exhaled.
“You’re awake,” he said.
“Barely,” she said. Then she added: “Wanna talk about it?”
He didn’t immediately respond. She sat down at his feet, Indian-style, as if she was willing to wait as long as he needed her to wait. He was dressed in a bathrobe and slippers, and his legs were crossed in such a way that it partially revealed his penis. He looked like a man with too much on his mind, making him appear almost unmindful.
But eventually he talked. “I know Melita,” he said.
Trina stared at him. She hadn’t expected him to say that. “You know her?”
“Yes.”
“You know her how?”
Reno smiled a weak, joyless smile, like a man confronting too many ghosts.
“How, Reno?” Trina asked again.
Reno frowned. “We used to . . . date,” he said as he moved around in his seat.
Trina stared at him. Her heart was hammering. “You dated her?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Are you saying, are you telling me that you and Mel, that you slept with her before?”
Reno exhaled. “That’s what I’m saying, yes.”
But Trina still couldn’t believe it. “Melita Murphy used to be your girlfriend?”
“Yes. Now she’s our son’s girlfriend, yes, Tree, that’s what I’m saying.”
Trina frowned. “Oh, Reno ,” she said in an anguished, disappointed voice. Who didn’t you fuck , she wanted to add in anger. But she didn’t. There was one question she had to know
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