One More Chance - Sex Stories

One More Chance

I was walking back to my apartment after spending all day by the pool getting a nice tan. My plans were simple: shower, eat dinner, watch a movie, and go to sleep. My ex boyfriend, however, apparently had something else in mind. I approached the door, but when I reached out to turn the knob, the door suddenly swung open. There he was, my ex, standing tall and proud...and wrapped only in a towel. Stunned, I stood there speechless for a moment, fixated on his beautiful, athletic body. He'd always kept himself in the best shape possible, and I had forgotten how handsome and fit he was...and that he still had a key to my apartment. We had separated nearly three months ago, when I had finally had enough of his controlling, paranoid nature. He had never truly trusted me and I was done dealing with his insecurities. Slowly, I came back to reality, and glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I've missed you,” he said, as he ushered me in and quickly locked the door. I turned back to look at him, studying his face. ‘I've missed him to,’ I thought to myself. My gaze slowly slipped from his stormy blue eyes down to his mouth, which was curled in the charming smile that always made me weak in the knees. He reached for my hand, but I quickly pulled away, turning and walking into the kitchen. "What makes you think you can just walk back into my life and expect me to forgive and forget all the crap you put me through because I was never willing to comply to your selfish, ...

... jealous demands?!" He completely ignored my question, instead smiling and asking, "Aren’t you happy to see me?" Placing my hands on the counter, my eyes began to wander down his body as I thought about his question. I was happy to see him, I realized. I was glad he was here, because, despite all our problems, there were good times, and I did love him. But, I asked myself, was this enough to give him another chance? My thoughts instantly scatter, though, as he approaches me and gently grabs my hand, pulling me to him. I press my free hand to his chest, hoping to prevent him from pulling me into his arms, but touching him again ignites the old flame, the desire that I had buried deep within. "I still love you, Vixy, and I want you back. I want what we had back,” he says, seemingly pleading. There was a sincerity in his eyes that instantly calmed my anger towards him and made me melt into his arms. He raised his hand hesitantly, as if he was worried I would push him away and gently cupped my face. Slowly, he leaned closer, touching his lips to mine in a soft, sensual kiss. Oh, I wanted to strip right then and let him have his way with me. He had always been an amazing lover and I never could resist him for long. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment, he whispered, "Let me have one more chance, my love…please" I kissed him again in response, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself tight against him, submitting to his request. He quickly lifted me up, carried me to the ...