Street Smarts

...and the way he could cut straight to the point.

Rory lifted Alex up, his big hands buried in her meaty cheeks as he crushed her to him. His mouth wandered over her face, to plant kisses on her cheek, her jaw, her ear, then down her neck. Fully clothed, she could feel the bulge through his pants. The robe fell open and Alex's bare pussy rubbed against his crotch.

As it often did, Alex's hands traced the muscles in his shoulders and arms, the little scars there that he didn't talk about, the hard muscle, the tattoos he had to hide when he talked to the money people at work. Rory hadn't gone to school; he'd apprentice to a carpenter in high school, built houses during the summers, and when most boys were chasing coeds and taking out student loans, he had been taking night classes paid for by his construction work.

That lack of formal education made him a little less polished than other men Alex had dated. He had never read Tolstoi, never gone to the opera, and he'd been uncomfortable in the rented for the wedding. Yet that didn't mean he wasn't intelligent. When Rory had learned that Alex liked poetry, he had begun to study it in his spare time...and he was handy, immensely practical, able to quickly assess a situation, make the most of an opportunity.

As his hands slid up under her robe, he began to whisper to her.

Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two...

"Donne," Alex said with a giggle. "But I haven't been a virgin for a long time, and I'm still on the pill...you know I'm not ready for a kid."

Rory pulled his face back and stared her in the eyes.

"I know," he said, with a wistful smile. "But when you are...you had better be prepared. I'm going to put in the work."

"Oh yeah?" Alex grinned back at him as Rory carried her deeper into the house. "The way you wrote that note, I thought you were going to put in the work tonight."

"I've got an idea that might blow your mind," Rory told her, as they stepped into the bedroom. "Something that'll make both of us happy."

"I'm all ears," Alex said as she leaned forward, legs wrapped around him, her head pressed against the side of his neck, her chin on his shoulder. So warm...and all hers. Always there when she needed him. Always thinking of little ways to surprise her, new experiences that they could share together. She had known men self-centered, obsessed with their own pleasure, or overconfident wrapped up in their ideas of what sex should be, or too timid to think of anything between missionary and anal.

Not Rory. He had learned a few things during his life, not by reading books but by doing...and he had learned that communication was key, and it was better when both of them were on the same page.

"So...here's what I'm thinking, love..." Rory said.