Black Rose

40.

Alexander P. Turner

Somehow we ended up lost in each other's touch on my couch. Her petite hands gripped my sweaty shoulders tightly as her cold breath hit the side of my face with each deep stroke I gave her.

Moments before this we were watching The Great Gatsby, which happens to be one of her favorite movies. She gave me one look, and now here we are.. Making love for the second time today. First at iHop, and now in the comfort of my own home where all of the city can see us.

A condom didn't cross neither one of our minds, but does it matter? I may not want a baby, but I know she'll stay for sure if she carries my baby.

By the way she's wrapping around me and not tapping out we may just be at this for awhile. Not being inside of her for almost three months made me never want to pull out.

Majesty's soft moans were music to my ears. Even through the darkness I could see a few curls sticking to her face. Her bare chest heaved up and down underneath me as mine did the same. All I could manage to do was to move the curls that stuck to her face and place my lips on hers. I was desperate for the familiar strawberry taste that always seems to be on her lips.

A moan escaped her plump lips as our tongues glided against one another's. Her light brown skin glowed underneath the moonlight. Although the curtains were shut, a ray of the light snuck through a small crack where the curtains met.

As the hours past, the moon was beginning to be replaced by the sun. It was that time between night and morning. I was now under Majesty as she laid on top of me naked. Her hair was all over the place. Her lips were slightly parted as soft snores left them. She looked at peace.

I wonder what she's dreaming about..

A few inaudible words left her lips as she turned her face so her other cheek was now on my tattooed chest. I couldn't help but to cackle quietly. I've noticed that she likes to talk in her sleep sometimes.

"I missed you so much.." I murmured as I left a kiss on my wife's forehead. She stirred slightly but remained asleep. "I love you baby."

Never have I ever thought I'd say I love you to a woman and mean it.

Morning rolled around fairly quickly. Although it's April, it was still somewhat cold when we were woken up by police sirens outside.

Majesty frowned when she realized she fell asleep on the couch; on top of me at that. My hands slid down to her bare back. She shivered at my touch, but didn't try to detangle herself from me. I removed one hand from her back and held her face. She didn't question anything as I brought her face closer to mine. Our lips moved slowly on each other's as we got lost in the kiss.

"Good morning." My mumbled voice came out so raspy I'm not even sure she understood me.

"Morning." She quietly replied.

Looking into her eyes made me regret every bad thing I've done to her. Any man would be lucky to have her, but she chooses me.

As I stared in her dark eyes I couldn't help but to think how would our lives be if I never forced her to get an abortion. Would I still be with her? Probably not. I made it clear that I didn't want or need a baby. I wasn't attached to her then, so it would've been easy for me to leave. But now? That's a whole other story.