Where We Meet

1: Mornings

'I will dress myself in the bones from your grave. That is how much I love you.'

*

I roll over and stretch, feeling euphoric this Friday morning. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying the breeze on my face from the open window. The weather has gotten warmer and I'm thankful for it. London is always so cold. 

'Mmm.' I moan, thinking of last night. A wave of pleasure passes through me, starting from between my legs and travelling to the pit of my stomach, and curling in their, like an itch I couldn't scratch. 

I searched the bed next to me, only to find it cold and empty.

My eyes fly open. 

'Aaron?' I say.

I think maybe he is in the bathroom, but if he was, I would hear some sound. A person's presence entails the feeling of presence. I could not feel him. 

Naked, and suddenly cold in bed, I suddenly remember that he has work today, and that he has to go to his office on Fridays. I sigh, wishing he were there. 

I lie back down and think of everything he did to me the night before. His touch; soft, yet firm; his eyes boring into mine as he penetrated me.

I feel the pleasure pulsing through me, my vagina  contracting, remembering the texture of what was inside her, desperately wanting it back in to satisfy herself. 

I slide my fingers down and touch myself. My folds are so wet with arousal, and that arouses me more. I feel sensitive from the night before, but I can't help touching myself, wincing and moaning from the pain and pleasure memory brings. I writhe and tease myself, imagining Aaron's fingers inside me, not my own. I say his name as I reach that beautiful peak of pleasure, my body convulsing, unable to help itself. 

I breathe hard as I come down from my high.

'Well, that was interesting.' I hear a voice say, which makes me jump. I look around for my phone, which seemed to be the source of the sound and find it, only to realize Aaron had been on a call for the past ten minutes. 

Heat runs to my cheeks and spreads throughout my whole body. I manage to recover in time for my reply not to expire.

'Was it?' I say.

'Mhmm.' he growls slightly, making the pit of my stomach swirl yet again.

I am insatiable for him.

'Well, why don't you come home and give this interesting thing some more attention.' I say, rolling onto my belly, my legs up in the air, enjoying the taste of flirtatiousness in the air. 

'I'll see you soon, little girl.' he says, and hangs up.

Anticipation swirls in my stomach, as I get up to take a quick shower before he returns. 

Three years have passed, yet nothing has changed between us. People told us, it will get boring, or that the chemistry fades. But every time I look at Aaron, his lean figure, with muscles in all the right places; his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair; his gentle, yet dominant demeanor; it all makes me fall in love with him even more. 

I feel like I have a crush on my boyfriend, from the way my heart skips a beat whenever he comes into the room, or how my thighs squeeze together every time his voice touches my ears. 

I clean myself and moisturize, wanting to be immaculate for him, but also knowing he will rush home so it will be pretty much impossible to do what I want before he attacks and devours me.