Page 78 of Certified to Handle You
Reni really be takin’ care of her people…
I watched her give her sister five hundred dollars like it wasn’t nothin’, just handin’ it over ’cause she knew she needed it for rent, and she ain’t make a big deal out of it or try to hold it over her head. She just did it and kept movin’ like that’s what you supposed to do.
Her cousin’s car had been down for a minute, and even on days she ain’t have to be up, she was still gettin’ up early, throwin’ somethin’ on, and drivin’ her to work without complainin’.
Then it was the other side of her, the side most people wouldn’t even think about unless they knew her for real.
Reni would be up in that morgue doin’ hair for the deceased, takin’ her time with it and makin’ sure they looked right before their people had to come see ’em one last time.
Then came her toy drive, the one she threw every year. She had a whole setup goin’, organized better than some businesses I done seen, and the name of it wasThe Harper Foundation Drive.The name was painted across all shirts her and her people had on.
She had her family out there with her, movin’ like a real team, passin’ out toys, checkin’ kids names off lists and keepin’ everything in order while the food truck she booked was givin’ out plates to anybody that came through.
Kids was runnin’ around laughin’, parents was thankin’ her, and she was just movin’ through it all like it was second nature.
I had a shirt on, too, posted up right beside her, helpin’ unload boxes, passin’ out toys, liftin’ kids so they could grab what they wanted, crackin’ jokes with ’em and makin’ ’em laugh. One lil’ boy ain’t wanna leave my side and kept askin’ me if I was comin’ back next year. I told him yeah, even though I ain’t even know what I was doin’ next week.
Reni kept lookin’ over at me, smilin’ every time she caught me doin’ somethin’, and it was somethin’ about that look that sat with me.
After that, I fell right back into a rhythm with her. I was back at her place every night, walkin’ in after handlin’ whatever I had to handle, and she always had the crib feelin’ like I was steppin’ into somethin’ solid.
She kept a candle lit, some soft shit fillin’ the air soon as I walked in, and she always had food on the stove like she knew I was comin’ without me havin’ to say it. I would come in, toss my keys down, and she would be right there, either stirrin’ somethin’ or lookin’ over her shoulder at me with that smile she always gave me when she acted like she hadn’t been waitin’ on me.
“Wash your hands,” she’d say, actin’ like she was irritated, but was already fixin’ my plate.
After I ate, she rubbed my back, her hands movin’ slow across my shoulders like she knew exactly where I held my tension. I ain’t even realize how much I needed the shit until she started doin’ it, and now it was just part of how my nights went.
One night, she finally talked to my mama.
That had been a whole thing between us, ’cause she stayed on me about not introducin’ her to my parents, and I kept tellin’ her it wasn’t about her, it was just me movin’ how I move. But I let her get on the phone and stood there listenin’ while she straightened her tone and got real respectful.
“Yes ma’am… no ma’am… it’s so nice to finally speak with you…”
She handled that shit right, which made me feel better about the whole situation.
My mama ended up laughin’ before they got off the phone, tellin’ her she was lookin’ forward to meetin’ her soon, and I saw the way Reni’s face softened after that, like that meant more to her than she was tryna let on.
Spendin’ my nights with Reni, seein’ her here, knowin’ she held her people down the way she did… That shit turned a nigga on.
I was laid back on the couch with one leg stretched out, a blunt in one hand and a glass of dark Clase Azul Reposado in the other while Reni sat right on my dick, ridin’ my shit slow.
Some smooth R&B trap shit was playin’ low through the speakers, the bass soft but heavy enough to feel it in the floor, and the whole room just felt good. The lights was dim, just enough to catch the shine on her skin every time she moved, and my eyes stayed locked on her the whole time.
Reni leaned in, her lips draggin’ along my neck while her hips rolled slow, grindin’ down on me in a way that had me sittin’ here takin’ it instead of rushin’ it.
I let her have her moment for a second, watchin’ her work, but I still kept my hand on her with my thumb pressin’ into her hip just enough to remind her I was right here with her.
We was both on a Honey Pack, so everything felt thicker and heavier, like every lil’ movement mattered more than it usually would. That shit had my body locked in, and my focus all on her. I felt every slide of her pussy, every roll and every time she dropped back down on me.
I took a pull from the blunt while watchin’ her, then slid my hand down to her hip and pushed up into her just a lil’ deeper, feelin’ the way her body reacted to it right away. Her brows pulled together, and she let out that soft gasp that always got me, like she ain’t expect it, even though she knew what a nigga was workin’ with. I smirked a lil’ at that, lettin’ her feel it again just to see her face do that same shit.
I brought the blunt back to my lips, took another hit, then pulled her down by the back of her neck and kissed her. Soon as her lips parted, I blew the smoke in her mouth, watchin’ it drift out slowly. I slid my tongue in her mouth, kissin’ her deep and sloppy while the last of it drifted out between us.
“Yeah…” I muttered low, lettin’ my head fall back against the couch while she lifted just enough to slide off my dick, then dropped back down slow, takin’ every inch like she wanted to feel all of it. I let out a low breath through my nose, my grip tightenin’ while I watched her take me like this.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into me, pressin’ them soft ass titties against my chest while her hips kept that same slow roll, and I spread my legs more, pushin’ my dick into her deeper just to hear her cry. I ain’t even try to hide the way I watched her with my eyes low, takin’ in every reaction she gave me.
“Fuck, baby… this dick feel so good,” she moaned, her voice low and dragged out like she was already gone.
