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hairless chest, “ Ummmm , ” then fingers circled his sheathed penis to guide it between feminine warm flesh. Her back arched to accept his swollen manhood and her legs clamped around his waist pulling him forward, gravity sending him deeper than he wanted to venture . “ Ooooh papi ,” she purred and tightened her thigh muscles in response to his slow gyrations.
    The sensual rhythmic action caused the tension to ebb from his body as t hey rocked back and forth in unison. He hoisted her buttocks off the sofa, pumping feverishly like a man trying to silence a tortured soul. His eyes closed attempting to connect…to feel an emotion…a bonding , anything. Yet, his soul was barren . Being inside her only elicited a minor pleasure .
    She caressed his hair and the display of tenderness made him wish he could return the affection but he couldn’t and refrained from lying. He refrained from empty gesture s . He didn’t love the chica. Basically, he felt.. . nothing. It’s sex, not love! Antonia was a transient distraction, a woman he kept around for convenience. He never lied to women . Antonia was no exception . She accepted his lukewarm affections , but he noticed in her eyes hope that one day his feelings might change. She was unaware he did not love her…could not love her simply because love toppled t he strongest of men. It made them docile, weak, open to unnecessary pain and left them scarred when the ardor cooled. He was young, but he’d been with many women and his feelings hadn’t changed. Except for one and she burned him and after that he said fuck it, love that is, for some people it’s just a game. They lie, cheat and lie again. The hurt wasn’t worth it. Besides, the way he was going, he’d wind up in jail or dead, unless he got out of this life and this city.
    No, he could never love her…he simply wanted comfort. The rotation of her hips elicited an equal fervor , except his were thunderous explosions of frustration as a result of a shitty day .
    Despite his aversion to a committed relationship there were no complaints from women concerning his sexual prowess. In fact , they accepted his terms of a platonic relationship in exchange for carnal pleasure and of course , kind favors. He was caught up in his head, until she suddenly pant, “ No mas, no more .. papi , ” and he exploded in release then came back down to earth.
    Antonia slumped against the pillows with a satisfied smile, “Stay, I make something to eat.”
    “Can’t…I’m working.”
    Her eyes followed him, hoping he’d stay. Antonia believed he’d come to love her eventually if she played her cards right. She did not seek to cover herself, modesty belonged to th e self-conscious . She wanted Alfonzo to view her nakedness and cr ave it until he could not be without her. These were her fantasies , ones not shared by the man of her dreams . Alfonzo was the whole package , f ine, smart, loaded and with a rock hard body which made women want to touch. What she didn’t plan on , was falling in love so quickly. He disappeared into the bathroom with his clothes and she heard t he sound of urination followed by the toilet flush ing . Soon r unning water was heard before he returned to the small living-room fully cloth ed.
    “I can’t give you w ha t you want Antonia,” he said in Spanish, “anytime this isn’t working out for you then let me know.” He took a wad of Grant’s and Franklin’s from his wallet and placed them in her hand. “Hang with your girls or buy something nice , chica .” He tried not to sound like a john because Antonia deserved better. Yes, her reputation as a jealous gold-digger might be w ell founded but beneath the shallow exterior was a woman who wanted a meaningful relationship . He couldn’t give her that , instead he gave money and things to soften the rejection . She sighed ; folded the money in her hands and frowned. She wished he ’d reconsider just this once; instead he bent and kissed her then