The ex

I’m not looking forward to this", she thinks as she opens the door. Her ex boyfriend was standing in the doorway looking great as ever. His features had not changed. She could even feel her heart skip a little beat as she stood there looking at him.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked with that boyish smile she could never resist. She moved out of the way to let him in. He stopped just in front of her and gently brushed her cheek with his lips.
She should have never answered his call. He said he was in town and had thought to call her. It had been 2 years since they had last seen each other and at least a year that he had called to ask for the stupid ring back. She mailed it back to him in 2 pieces. But he dragged her with his voice and she agreed to have him come see her. Agreed to meet at the apartment they once shared. Agreed to let him cook her dinner. Boy was she stupid. And here she was getting a kiss on the cheek. It was just the cheek but enough to start a reaction in between her legs.
He moved past her but was still close enough to brush her breast as he walked past. Her body totally betrayed her as her nipples immediately harden against that brush. As if her body has been waiting for this day.
She closed the door and tried to catch her composure when she noticed that he is still looking at her with that boyish smile. He saw her standing there trying to compose herself. He was amused.
"You know where everything is. Its the same place as when you lived here."
"Haven't changed anything since I left? A testament to your undying devotion perhaps?"
He knew what he was doing. He was going to make her mad and when she got mad she also got hot and bothered. He knew this. Knew how to push her buttons. He had been wanting her since the day he left but he had no choice. He had to find out if this new job was the one for him. He knew he had made the right choice about the job but the wrong choice in leaving her and not fighting for her to come with him. Now he could see her face change. Her face was reddening slightly and when he smiled again it got even redder. She was so ready.
She was mad. He knew what he was doing too. She couldn't help but fall into that trap. The trap that she wanted him. Wanted him to touch her, feel his lips against hers and wrap her legs around his waist. She needed to resist. At least for awhile.
She tried to walk past him but he caught her arm and pulled her close to him. He started to go for that kiss. That kiss that she knew if he kissed her, dinner would be out of the question. They only things they would be doing in the kitchen would be fucking on the counters. She tried to resist but he was so much stronger and he was coming in ever so slowly. Almost as if he wanted to whisper to her.
"You can pull away from me if you want to. I won't really stop you." He was so close that she could feel his breath against her lips as he spoke. She didn't want to go anywhere anymore. Did not want him to talk anymore. She just wanted his lips to touch hers. And they did. Moreover, it was good. Her whole body shifted against his. She could feel him growing against her leg. Before she could stop it, a little moan escaped her lips.
She suddenly pulled away, slightly panting. She didn't know if she wanted this to go where she knew where this was leading. He looked at her with a slightly perplexed expression.
"Is there something wrong?" He looked at her seriously.
"I don't know what I’m doing and why I’m doing this"
He smiled at her. "I should have never left you here. You should have come with me. I have never stopped loving you. How could you even think for one second that a day went by when I wasn't thinking about you?"
Now it was her turn to look perplexed. She had no idea he ever felt this way. She always thought that he wrote her off. That she never crossed his mind. She thought about him all the time. The way they laughed together, talked together, made love together, everything.
She went towards him again and this time she kissed him on the lips. A hot electric kiss that she felt all the way down to her toes. She wanted that kiss. Needed that kiss like she had been deprived of water for weeks and he was the Oasis. He returned the kiss just as hunger driven. 
Slowly they started moving towards the bedroom. She felt herself walking while kissing him but had no idea how her legs were moving on their own.  The kisses were starting to turn urgent. She needed him right now and found herself being lifted and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He gently laid her down on the bed, with her legs still wrapped around his waist. He wanted her but he also wanted to take his time. He hadn’t felt her for so long. He broke the kiss. They looked at each other as she caressed his face.
“I have been dreaming of this moment for a long time. I want to take my time with you.” He said a little breathlessly.
“Oh please take your time. I want you to feel every part of me. Touch me.”
They started kissing. That soft sensual kiss that takes every part of your being to keep soft and slow. You want to kiss harder and faster but that is part of the eroticism. To keep your cool. Maintain that closeness without going overboard. He started kissing down her neck. It felt like liquid heat with every kiss that she felt. Another moan escaped her lips. His lips kept going down her neck, down to her shoulders and to the neckline of her v-cut shirt. He traced the v-cut shirt line with his lips just stopping shy of her cleavage.
“Do you want me to do this? I need to hear you say it.” He said, talking into her cleavage.
“Yes.” She said breathlessly. “I want you to do this”
He started unbuttoning her shirt and with every button he undid, he would kiss that newly exposed area. She was wringing her hands in his hair, urging him on, knowing that he was going to get dangerously close to an area, which was very ready to receive him.
When the last button was undone, he opened her shirt wide. He had not seen her perfection in so long. He studied every curve of her exposed body. He could see she was breathing hard, her chest was heaving up and down rapidly. She was beautiful. He could see through her delicate lace bra, see that her nipples were hard with excitement.