Page 97 of Certified To Handle You 2

After a minute, she pulled back just enough to look at me again.

“You still got all them clothes on.”

I glanced down at myself, then back up at her. “You the one who came out like this.”

“Take ‘em off,” she said, her fingers already movin’ to my shirt.

I ain’t argue with her. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, then reached down to push my jeans off while she lifted up just enough to let me.

Reni watched every move I made, them green eyes draggin’ over my chest, my arms, and the way my body shifted while I got undressed. She wasn’t even tryna hide the fact she was lookin’. Every time my muscles moved, her eyes followed ‘em like she was rememberin’ the same shit I was.

Soon as I was down to my briefs, she pressed her lips back to mine like she couldn’t wait no more. Her hands moved over my chest and down my stomach while she kissed me, and I let mine roam her body the same way, takin’ my time with the shit.

My palms slid over the curve of her waist before I squeezed her hip, feelin’ her lean into my touch without me havin’ to pull her any closer.

Reni moved on my lap again, grindin’ against my dick through my briefs slow enough to make me let out a quiet breath through my nose.

She broke the kiss and looked down between us, then back at me with a smile when she felt how hard I was. “Yeah…”

I leaned my head back for a second and shook it. “Stop playin’.”

Reni slid off my lap then, movin’ down in front of me at the edge of the bed while her hands pressed on my thighs. Shelooked up at me through her lashes before hookin’ her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and pullin’ ’em down slow. She never broke eye contact neither, watchin’ my face the whole time like she wanted to see every lil’ reaction I had before she even touched me.

I lifted my hips just enough to help her, then watched her eyes drop to my dick. My shit was hard as hell and ready for Reni.

Her eyes lingered on my dick for a second before she licked her lips and leaned in slow. She wrapped her fingers around it first, givin’ me a few slow strokes like she was rememberin’ me all over again. She looked up at me one more time before lowerin’ her mouth on it.

At first, I let her do her thing. Her lips stayed soft around my dick while her hand worked what she couldn’t take, and every now and then she pulled back just enough to lick the head of my dick before easin’ back down again. She switched it up a couple times, slowin’ down, and speedin’ up a lil’, almost like she was searchin’ for the pace that used to have me losin’ my mind.

I bit my lip and let out a low breath while I watched her. My fingers flexed against the mattress before I gave her a lil’ push with my hips without even thinkin’ about it, tryna fit as much of my dick as I could in her mouth. She accepted it for a second, then eased back just enough to catch herself from gaggin’ before goin’ right back to what she was doin’.

I kept watchin’, and every now and then she glanced up at me like she was lookin’ for some kinda sign that she was doin’ good. I ain’t give her one. I just sat here watchin’ her, lettin’ her keep goin’ while I tried to meet her where she was. But after about ten minutes, I already knew.

It wasn’t hittin’ for some reason, and a part of me knew it wasn’t her fault. When me and her was together, I never had complaints about the way she sucked my dick. Back then sheknew my body damn near better than I did. She knew exactly what made me lose control, but I guess shit was different now. Too much time had passed, and too much had changed between us.

Reni was tryin’, and I could see that much. She wanted to please me.

It just wasn’t there. I ain’t say shit though. I let her keep goin’ for a lil’ longer, my hand comin’ up to rest on the back of her head without pressin’ or guidin’ her nowhere. My fingers brushed through her hair while I looked down at her.

Reni was doin’ what she thought I wanted, and I wasn’t finna make the moment awkward by correctin’ shit that ain’t need to be said out loud. Instead, I reached down and tapped her shoulder.

“Come here,” I told her.

Reni looked up at me, confused for a second.

“What?”

“Come here,” I repeated, pullin’ her up.

She let me guide her back on the bed, her body movin’ with mine until I had her layin’ back against the mattress. She watched me the whole time, searchin’ my face like she was tryna figure out what I was thinkin’, but I kept that shit to myself.

I got outta bed, grabbed my jeans and reached in my front pocket. I pulled a condom out the box, then tore it open while she watched me.

Reni’s eyes dropped to my dick, then back to my face, but she ain’t say nothin’ this time.

I rolled the condom on, then climbed over her. She lifted her legs around my waist without me askin’, and her hands came up to my shoulders while she looked up at me like she was waitin’ for me to make the next move.

I lined myself up, then pushed my dick into her slow.