Upstairs, Charles was still asleep by the time Jenay, with Bonita, entered the bedroom. Jenay hated to wake him up. She knew how exhausted he had to be. But she also knew they had a daughter at a very impressionable age who wasn’t seeing her father very much lately. They didn’t get a second bite at that apple called raising her right. They had to get this right the first time.
Jenay woke him up.
She shook him until he finally opened those gorgeous green eyes. But he woke up with a start, which, she knew, was yet another sign that he was bone tired. But when he saw Jenay’s beautiful brown face, he managed to smile.
But when Bonita saw that her father was awake, she smiled too, and ran to him. “Daddy!” she said excitedly.
Charles was smiling greatly when he lifted his little girl into his arms. “Hey, baby,” he said as he held her.
“You stay away too much,” Bonita said bluntly. “Why do you stay away so much?”
“Work, babe,” Charles said, now looking into her eyes. “I have to work, and sometimes I have to work out of town.”
“Why don’t you get Donnie and Ashley to help you work. Then you don’t have to work so much. Why don’t you use them more?”
Charles smiled. “Because I want my business to be successful,” he said and Jenay admonished him.
“Charles, quit!” she said with a smile.
“Just kidding,” Charles said to Bonita. “But you’re right,” he said. “I’ll try to do better.”
Satisfied, Bonita went on to tell him about her numerous adventures.
Jenay leaned against the dresser, and watched the reunion.
After several minutes of Bonita going on and no about how much she missed her father and how great she’s doing in school and how some of the girls in school thought he was dreamy, although they thought Tony was dreamier, Jenay had to put a stop to it or Bonita was going to be late for school.
“Okay, Kido, time to eat your breakfast so you can get going,” she said. “Tell Daddy goodbye.”
Bonita did just that, as she also got her father to promise to still be in town when she got out of school. When he promised, she and her mother began heading out of the bedroom. But Charles motioned for Jenay to hold back.
“Go on down and eat,” Jenay said to Bonita. “I’ll be down shortly.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Bonita said, waved bye to her father again, and left.
Jenay, knowing all too well why Charles wanted her to stay, closed and locked their bedroom door.
He removed the covers off of him, revealing his naked body. “Come here,” he said to her, as he rubbed his dick.
Jenay walked over to him as if she had no clue what he could want. But when he untied her bathrobe, revealing her own sleek, naked body, and removed it altogether, she couldn’t pretend any longer. Especially when she saw his penis begin to stiffen right before her very eyes.
“Get up here,” he said to her, and she gladly got on top.
He began sucking her breasts even as he was lifting her up. It had been several days of not being able to see her in the flesh, and now he had her in his arms. And as soon as his mouth moved from her breasts, and up to her sweet lips, and he kissed her, his control broke immediately.
They moaned and groaned as they kissed uninterrupted for several long minutes. Charles had not felt the touch of his wife, the warmth of her body and her kiss, for longer than either of them preferred. And they were showing it.
Jenay felt his hands move down, with one hand fingering her and another hand coupling her ass, as they kissed. And he was getting bigger as they kissed.
She knew he would be home, later that afternoon, but to have him back early was a treat for her. A treat before work. And she aimed to enjoy that treat.
They kissed and grind against each other for several minutes, and when he entered her she was wet and ready.
“I miss you,” Charles said as he entered her. “You don’t know how much.”
Jenay missed him too, and told him so, but soon they were grinding so hard that neither one of them could speak. Their actions spoke for them.
And they made long, passionate love. Even the bed was moving in rhythm, bouncing and creaking, as they fucked hard. They felt the fullness and the elation of finally being together again, and couldn’t stop kissing, and gyrating, and experiencing each other. Charles’s dick felt like gliding warmth to Jenay, and Jenay’s vagina felt like tight sweetness to Charles.
Until their passion reached a crescendo, and they both knew there was no going back. They came with an outpouring from Charles, and constricting pulsations from Jenay, that only made them come harder. They came and came together.
When it was over, they laid there, still arm in arm, both on their sweat-filled backs. Charles was breathing so heavily that Jenay felt a need to turn sideways and place her hand across his chest to help regulate him. But she understood it. Their lovemaking was becoming more intense with each passing year. But that wasn’t necessarily a good thing, Jenay felt. Mainly because it involved too much pinned-up stress to release, which meant there was too much stress to begin with. And there was definite strain in their marriage lately. All was not as well as it could be.
When it appeared as if he was back in control of his breathing, she spoke. “I thought I told you not to drive through the night to get here,” she said to him.
“You did tell me that, didn’t you?”
Jenay inwardly smiled, but she didn’t show it. She wanted him to know she was serious about this. “But you came anyway,” she said.
“That’s right.”
“Why, Charlie? You could have fallen asleep at the wheel. Why would you risk it?”
“Because I wasn’t going to fall asleep. Because I wasn’t spending another second away from you.”
Jenay looked at him and smiled. How could she argue with that?
“So negotiations fell through?” she asked.
“Their lost,” Charles said, pulling her closer. “They had me so angry, wasting my time like that, that I nearly beat the shit out of one of them.”
Jenay was concerned. “Charles, you didn’t.”
“I most certainly did. A bunch of assholes with such outrageous demands that it did something to me. But cooler heads prevailed, and I got the hell out. But that’s the nature of venture capitalism. You win some, you lose most. And then you’re off to the next deal, and the next negotiation.”
“Where next time?”
“Wilmington.”
“Delaware?”
“Yup.”
Jenay dreaded to ask it. “When do you have to be there?”
Charles hated to admit it. “This weekend.”
Jenay hated that! “That soon? But you just got back! I don’t hardly see you anymore. The children don’t hardly see you. Tony said poor Bonita asked him the other day if you still loved us the way you used to.”
Charles let out a hard exhale. Then he exhaled again. “Things will slow down soon, Jenay,” he said. “I’m just trying to make sure this family is on firm financial footing for generations to come when I’m not around anymore.”
Jenay looked at him. His big, green eyes were tired. “I know, babe,” she said. “I know everything you do you do for us. It’s just at a cost, you know?”
He nodded. He knew.
Then it was Jenay’s time to exhale. She patted him on his chest. “High time I make a start,” she said, rising to get up. “I’ve got to shower again, thanks to you, and dress and get my behind to work. We’re hosting three conventions next week. I need everything to be perfect. I want every single one of those organizations to come back over and over again.”
But when she slid on top of him to get off of the bed, and Charles smelled her fresh scent, and felt her bare breasts brush against his bare chest, he couldn’t help it. She gave him a rise just like that. He pulled her back, and back into his big arms. “One more kiss before you go,” he said.
But Jenay was already feeling his erection beneath her, and, to amplify that feeling, Charles grabbed his cock and placed it between her legs, ready for reentry.
She was getting wet at just the thought of him inside of her again. And once again as always, when it came to this man, that hotel he owned before he married her, but gave to her to run, would have to wait.
She gave him another kiss. He eased his cock inside of her again. And he gave her so much more.