It went by in flashes and bangs. I was with Aaron for a year and a half. The relationship was, unbelievably, everything I had ever wanted. Until about a month ago, when he started acting kind of strange; he was nervous and over thinking things. One day, he asked me to stop over to talk about things. Soon, the conversation, and the relationship, was over. We broke up on a warm Friday afternoon, even though we were still clearly in love with each other. It was sad but, to him, it needed to be done. A few weeks later, I had finally gathered up his stuff. Although I still loved him, and would have loved to keep his clothes at my house, he needed to get his shit out of my closet.
Aaron came over after work. He knocked on my door, something he hadn't done in over a year; I was a brunette, my eyes were dark to match, with slightly tanned skin and a small frame. My breasts were well shaped and always drew attention from Aaron's eyes and hands, so when I answered in my short blue jean shorts & slightly revealing grey tank top, his eyes couldn't resist flickering to my breasts then back up to my face.
"Hey, Stace" Aaron said, trying to conceal his wandering eyes. I had been cleaning out the ridiculous amount of stuff in what used to be a closet shared by Aaron and I.
"Hey, Aaron. Come on in."
Aaron was sexy even with clothes on, with his pale skin, dark hair, and those amazing eyes. But with his clothes off he was muscular, tattooed, with an ass that would light any girls' fire. I found myself fantasizing about taking off those jeans and the t-shirt that hid his sexy frame from my eyes.
He wandered into my small but familiar apartment and looked around at the changed decor. It had only been 3 weeks since the official breakup, but I had a good job and was able to completely re-do the living room.
"Wow, it looks great in here! You finally did it." He said with a smile.
"Thanks, Aaron; I really like decorating so I'm glad I've been able to do this."
"Good, I'm glad you like it! Hey, Stace? Can we just.. Talk? I'm sure you want me out of here as soon as possible, but can we just talk for a little bit? Maybe like we used to?"
"Sure, Aaron. Let me grab the box of your stuff." I said, then turned and walked toward the bedroom. Aaron followed me in and looked around at the new curtains and bedclothes that I had just put out the previous day. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah, I love the color! It looks great. Much better than the boring beige stuff that used to be in here." he said with another smile that drove me absolutely insane with longing.
I laughed politely and bent to grab the box filled to the top of the remainder of Aaron's things when a hand drifted to the small of my back.
"Stacy.. just sit down for a few minutes, will you?"
I sat down on my bed, looking up into his grey-blue eyes, wondering what he was going to say. Aaron said nothing; suddenly, his lips, both familiar and electrifying, were against mine. His lips were soft, as always. He pulled away, looked into my eyes, and waited for my response to his sudden assault on my lips. I blinked up at him, and before I knew it, he was kissing me with more love and lust than I had ever felt and soon, I was kissing him back with equal passion. His tongue slid easily into my mouth, soft and assured as it moved alongside mine.
His body rose and lowered with mine as he pushed me further back onto my bed. His strong, familiar hands were in my hair, at my shoulders, then grasping my sides to pull my body closer to his. He trailed to my breasts, one of his favorite things on my body, and squeezed gently, letting out a quiet moan of longing. I breathed a little harder as he kissed from my mouth, across my jawline, and down my neck. Shivers went up my spine and goosebumps erupted across my skin. My back arched up towards him, as it had done so many times.
"Stacy.. I want you so much" He whispered into my ear, nibbling it gently and kissing the space just under my ear lobe.
I moaned softly and pulled at his t-shirt, motioning my urgency and for its removal. He sat up, let me assist him in pulling it over his head, and I finally got to see his muscular frame, one shoulder and upper arm covered with a beautiful tattoo he had had since he was young. My hands glided easily over his arms and shoulders, to his neck and down his chest. His skin was so warm and wonderful against my cool hands. He was always warmer than me; it was one of the most beautiful feelings in the world when our bodies were pressed together.