Quickie

Rosalina could not say when she fell in love with Silver. He was a womanizer.  She wouldn't be so stupid as to deny that. She would go so far as to say he was a slut only he wouldn't sleep with just anybody who threw their panties at him. She had seen him deny women enough though, always with a smile and a joke to put salve on their pride.

Most of them had been pretty, prettier than her in fact, shapely and wanted, full of pride in their looks with confidence that bordered on arrogance. They would come to him on his job or when they were together and she felt like a wolf defending her kill every time as if he were a hunk of meat and not a person.

But deftly, he pushed them aside each and everyone. "I'm here with my friend," he said to a tall, svelte Jamaican woman in a pantsuit that accentuated her curves. "and I don't think she's into sharing though I've been trying hard to change that." He laughed at his own joke and somehow the woman was too, albeit less genuine.

They had taken to sleeping together without protection though Silver insisted on them both being tested. They both did and they had continued their dalliance, knowing that she couldn't get pregnant nor Silver able to impregnate anyone. Rosalina thought that strange; men either wanted children or didn't care if they made any. Rosalina was laying on his chest, cuddling with him which they were doing more and more often as of late as a pretext to sex. They were in his one bedroom apartment, his computer murmuring a song by Hikaru Utada softly from his playlist. The lights were low and a haze of marijuana smoke permeated the air. "Why don't you want to have kids?" She blurted the question out before she had sense enough not to. "You don't have to talk about it, not like I can have any."

He was quiet for a second, stroking her short red hair before tracing the freckles on her bare arms. They were both barely clothed, her in her blouse and panties and he in his jeans. She played with the few curly hairs on his lean chest, as silver as his namesake. His chest rose as he took in a deep breath. "I'm afraid." He whispered and the sadness in it broke her heart.

"What of?" She asked. "Of being like my parents." He answered. "Of doing to them what they did to me. A child's not iron; you can't just beat them into what you want them to be." He sighed. "Couldn't tell my 'rents that. They wanted me to rise above them, to be all that they couldn't hope to." A chuckle then. "Now look at me. Stuck in middle management with no higher aspirations seemingly. I know it tears them to pieces."

"You can't live for them." Live for me. She almost said it but thought better. Suddenly she regretted her tubes being tied and his vasectomy. Could it be reversed? The notion was stupid and childish but she knew she'd research it later.

"How can I not?" They were looking into each others eyes, his the brown of a fresh penny, sleepy and sad. "We are what they make us." She was high and horny but still cared for him. Rosalina never thought he could be sad but that was before he heard of Wendy and his parents. The carefree smile, the jokes, all of it was just an act and she had been fooled before but not any longer. Silver was lonely, terribly so, and hurt.

She wished she had words for him but she didn't. Her decision not to have children didn't come from such a different place. Instead, she gave him her lips and her tongue. His fingers tangled in her short red hair and moved down her back. He pulled up her blouse just to touch her, to enjoy the feel of her skin she knew.

Rosalina kissed his chest then his stomach, blazing a trail to where they both knew he wanted her to go. Silver turned beckoned her to turn over though and his face was in her neck, nibbling and kissing, sending waves of pleasure through he before taking her blouse off.

She never liked being a ginger nor the freckles that came with it. They cover her shoulders and back and were sprinkled down her legs and arms. But Silver loved them; he said he had to kiss every one of them, even those on the bridge of her nose. Rosalina had told him she liked to be played with and attended to and Silver had listened. He always did.

Then his tongue circled her nipples turned them to hard point. She could cum just from him doing that but he didn't stay long before his face was between her thighs, suckling at her clit softly as she writhed beneath him. He slipped a finger into her, in and out, the rhythm hypnotic as he pressed on her g-spot. Before she knew it, she was cumming, her voice coming in gasps as each one snaked up her spine filling the darkness of her shut eyes with bursts of color.

"God." She gasped. "My God I think I love you." Rosalina realized she couldn't take back those words. They were said now. Real and tangible and heavy with consequences seen and unseen. He was moving inside her, harder than she ever thought him to be and though it felt good, so good, she couldn't help but think how her heart would break if he didn't return those words, if she found that this wasn't making love but fucking just like it was with any other man.

"I love you too." The words made her heart leap as he whispered them into her shoulders, his long sinewy arms surrounding her as he thrusts and gyrated inside her. "I just-I don't know what to do about that." He gasped.and grunted. "I don't know. I don't know."

She didn't know what made her bring his face to hers but she did and she could see fear in his eyes. Rosalina knew though that he did and that he spoke the truth; he had no idea what it would mean. What would change. What would remain the same. It was written on his face even as he thrust inside her.

"I love you." She said the orgasm made her gulp air. "And I don't know-I don't know either but-" God he went so deep, filled her up, stretched her. He had slowed down, long strokes. Rosa could feel him in her stomach. "We'll figure it out later. For now this enough." She lied.

"I love you too." He smiled and it was not sad. Something by Adele was playing now, her voice sad and keening. Silver was rocking and pushing bringing her to another orgasm as she tightened around his cock involuntarily and for a second, she forgot that things indeed would not be the same.