Aaron's Fall (18 page)

There was a knock at her door, it was probably Rhonda. With the schedule in hand, she opened the door. It wasn’t Rhonda, it was Aaron, he walked passed her, without saying a word. Asia closed the door and turned to him. Why was it every time she’d see him her heartbeat escalated, still even after he hurt her with his words? Aaron stood looking at her in the oversized t-shirt she always relaxed in.

“What are you doing here, Aaron, come to insult me some more,” she said rudely. Aaron pulled her into his arms.

“Stop it Aaron!” she said pulling away from him moving to the other side of the room. “Why are you here?”

“I need you Asia, damn it, I need you, what have you done to me, I don’t want this, I don’t want to need you, but I do.”

“Then go see Shanna!” Asia said callously.

Aaron flinched from her remark, and knew he deserved that. He dropped his head dejectedly.

Asia looked at him, he was miserable, she believed he really meant what he was saying; he didn’t want this. Asia heart was breaking now that she realized the truth.

Aaron would never love her. This relationship was truly torturing him, and she could do nothing to help him, but deny him her body; but her body betrayed her every time he got to close to her, Aaron was like a drug to her. She looked at him from across the room, a pained expression on her face.

“Then go away Aaron, I feel just as tortured as you do, I don’t want to need and desire you, but I do, so the solution is we stay away from each other, you do agree?” Asia stated as calmly as she could, although her heart was pounding, and her body was again betraying her words, as his eyes trailed her body.

Aaron shook his head, coming towards her.

“I can’t Asia, not yet, not yet; damn it, I need you, I need to bury myself deep inside you, to feel your arms around me, holding me, making me lose all sense of reality.”

Asia backed away. “No Aaron, this has to stop, I can’t take this anymore, my heart can’t take it, I want to get over you, move on, just as you have,” she said with desperation.

Aaron stilled absorbing her words, his heart falling from the words she spoke to him, did he really want her move on, could he accept that, he thought.

“Asia,” Aaron said, “I haven’t move on, your inside me, no other women fulfills me, only you and as badly as I want to let you go, I can’t my body won’t allow me to.”

His head dropped. His eyes met her with such sincerity that it broke her heart.

Asia went to him and placed her hand on his chest. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her hand. Asia took his hand and led him to her bed. She stood between his legs looking down at him. The love for him shining brightly in her eyes. Neither spoke.

She undressed him slowly. He looked up at her helpless, when he was completely nude, she lowered to her knees. He wanted her, is harden member displayed before her proved that. She lowered to her knees and kissed his thighs, then took him in her mouth, her tongue licked from the base of him to the tip, letting her mouth move up and down him. He moaned and lay back on the bed. The small hands resting on his muscular thighs lightly caressing him. Aaron was lost to everything except for how her mouth was wrecking havoc to his body. His breath coming in short pants, as he grasped and held on the pleasure she bestowed upon him. Asia rose, removing her t-shirt. She straddled him her knees beside his hips, his hardness sinking inside her. She rose and lowered on him in slow motion. He reached his hands up to caress her. She caught his hands.

Please no, don’t touch me,” she whispered.

“Asia, I have to, I need to; I need to feel your softness, your loveliness in my hands.”

Asia gazed at him intently, the way his eyes closed when she stroked him the right way, the way his mouth opened as he exhale a breath, and the sipping sounds he made through his teeth and then moan, she released his hands.

She was pulling his soul from him with the slow way she rode him. He grasped her hips taking control of the motion of her hips, increasing the tempo. He moved beneath her pushing into her opening. He moved her body any way he wanted, drilling into her, her cool façade fading. His movements became rapid. He groaned and she knew he was finding his peak.

“Let it happen,” she whispered, before taking his mouth accepting the passion he needed so badly to release. He flipped her to her back, planting his feet firmly on the floor; he pulled her by her legs to him, and entered her, her legs crossed around his waist.

“No not yet,” he grounded out. Aaron moved in her like a starved man his eyes tightly shut, anguish on his face, his breathing heavy and deep.

“Asia,” he moaned, “My God Asia, why can’t I get enough of you.”

Asia pulled away from him. His eyes opened his breathing rapid and shallow.

“Come to me Aaron,” she said softly, opening her arms to him. Aaron joined her lay between her welcoming thighs. Her green eyes brimming with tears. He moved inside her, she moved beneath him, her arms around him holding him close to her. Asia knew he needed this more than she did. He lifted his head to look at her, she was weeping.

“Please baby don’t …I’m sorry…”

“Kiss me Aaron,” she interrupted.

His head lowered, she grasped his face between her hands, and kissed him the way she knew he loved. Asia climaxed, and Aaron leaned up his hands pressed on the bed as he braced himself, sinking deeper in her and there it was; the euphoria he searched for and found.

Aaron rolled from her. She rolled away from him. He pulled her body close to his, he felt her tense. He rolled her to her back.

“Asia,” he said softly.

She looked up at him. “You have used me for the last time Aaron,” she stated miserably, ashamed of her weakness for Aaron.

Aaron was silent. Was he using her? he asked himself.

“Please go Aaron.”

“Asia.”

“No please, do this one last thing for me,” she implored to him.

Aaron looked into her eyes, and saw desperation there. He rose, dressed and left her.

Aaron remained mostly to himself most times. He played football hard and practiced even harder. He didn’t hang out with the guys like he used to. He would visit his parents, but most times just stayed home. He hadn’t seen Asia for at least three month, not since the last time they were together. He heard her name a lot, either on the radio, or people just talking about her. He brought her CD and listened to it. He took comfort in hearing her voice. He never really listened to the song she had written for him, he heard it but he never really listened to it until now. Hearing the words and the expression in her voice, he realized Asia did loved him. She had been away for a while and he didn’t know if she were back in Atlanta, until one day he was driving, and saw her with Benny, her manager. She looked tired and drawn. He missed her so much. Her smile, her giggles, just the sound of her voice when they talked.

At the studio, Tia was showing Asia the new choreography for a new song. She’d only been home for about three weeks, and she worked until she was exhausted every day, only to rise in the morning and start her routine all over again. She had to prepare for the Royal Records concert in a few weeks. They were going over the choreography for her hit record “For You.” Asia stopped and lowered her head, and exhale.

Tia looked at Asia with concern. Asia had been so preoccupied since they had started rehearsals for the concert.

“Asia, you alright?” Tia asked concerned Asia looked at Tia with sadness she had never seen before.

“How’s Aaron?” she asked.

“Quiet.”

“Quiet?” Asia repeated.

Tia nodded. “It seems, according to my husband, he has become very unsociable, just practice and games, which is a not like Aaron.”

“I miss him, Tia,” Asia admitted.

“I know you do,” Tia said sympathetically.

“Do you think he misses me?” Asia asked hopeful, “I want to see him, would that be crazy, after…well you know.” she admitted.

“No its not, you love him Asia, just go see him.” Tia advised.

Asia looked thoughtful, “How do I, I mean just say, I miss you.”

“Yes.”

Asia smiled and Tia laughed, as they formulated a plan.

Tia drove Asia to Aaron’s house. Tia tried to convince Asia to put on sexy lingerie, but she felt to shy for that. She simply put on a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“What if he doesn’t want to see me? Asia asked Tia nervously.

“Trust me, he’ll want to see you, I guarantee it,” Tia assured her.

Asia stood at Aaron’s nervously door. Tia sat at the curb, waiting for her to go inside.

Her heart was pounding hard in her body. Asia looked back at Tia. Tia waved to knock. Asia took a deep shaky breath, and knocked.

The door opened; there he stood, tall and beautiful to her. “Asia!” Aaron said surprised.

“I miss you,” she said softly.

Aaron lifted her off her feet, kissing her. He waved to Tia and closed the door.

He didn’t put her down until they were in his bedroom. His hands remained around her waist. He shifted her slightly so that she stood directly in front of the three-paneled mirror. She gasped when she felt his mouth on her neck, his hands easing under her t-shirt covering her stomach, gently pressing his hips into her. Her head fell back, eyes closed, savoring him mouth on her warm flesh. His mouth trailed up to her ear, sucking on her lobe, as his hand found her bra cover breast. “I want to see you naked,” he whispered the words, dark and erotic in her ear. He lifted the shirt over her head slowly, easing the sweatpants and underwear pass her hips.

On his rising, she felt his lips on the back of her legs, moving up, his hot breath on her buttocks, to her spine. His fingers deftly undid her bra dropping it to the floor. She leaned back against him, and she watched him, as his palms swept down over her breast. For an instant, he paused, surveying what he had uncovered. She caught the gleam in his eyes from beneath hooded lids, and felt his gaze briefly roam.

With his knee, he nudged her legs apart, stepping between them, his erection a promise against the swell of her bottom. Asia breath caught in her throat and she lowered her head. His hands stroked her back, down to her bottom, stroking, kneading. Her head rose, their eyes met. She gasped as his hands slipped between her legs, grazing the black curls nestled there. She brace herself, anticipating his touch, the delights of his hands on her flesh. Lifting her gaze to his face, she saw his satisfaction in her anticipation. His eyes trailed her body in the mirror, and then returned to her face. He studied her face, as he stepped back and removed his clothing, returning to her, his hand sliding over her hips, over her waist drawing her back against him. Against the heat of his skin, the solid wall of his chest and abdomen, the hard column of his thighs.

“Lean on the mirror, let me see you, watch you.” The words were an erotic whisper.

She did as she instructed. At first, his hands simply roved her body, a simple pleasure, teasing and tantalizing her to a greater hunger. He caressed her breasts, teasing the tight, aching nipples to pebbly hard. His hands on her hips, he nudged her knees further apart.

Asia watched, immersed in the sensations of his stroke. His hand cruised lower, long fingers gliding over, then through the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. He reached farther; the breath strangled in her throat, her lung stopped functioning. Her chest tightened as he stroked, caress, than probed. She needed him, more of him. Her hands stayed braced to the mirror, as she watched his hand in her body. She never felt anything so erotic. His hand fasten on her waist. She gasped, at how tight he held her.

“Lean forward.”

She did, and held his hand caress the globes of her bottom. On a shuddered sigh, she closed her eyes; she had no inkling of what he would do next, before he shifted, pressed close, and entered her.

Instinctively she locked her knees, and braced her arms, held still as he sank in, gasping when, with one final thrust, he filled her completely. His hands gripped her hips, anchored her as he withdrew, returned, then settled to a slow pace.

Her breath sounded ragged to her ears, her pulses pounded in her body, her body throbbed, as she took his increasingly powerful thrusts.

“Watch,” he commanded huskily. Through her passion-filled haze, she opened her eyes.

She saw him behind her, his face etched with passion, set, his whole being focused completely on her, on the pleasure he found in her heated body. His hand curved her hips, his fingers tightly on her skin. She moved with him, not by thought but instinctive, giving, taking, and wanting more. She looked to the side and watched their hips move, them locked together. He watched her face, as her eyes closed slowly, and her breathing deeper. She glanced at him, he shifted, and thrust deeper, harder, and higher. She gasped, let her lid fall; he was impossibly high inside her, she was surprised she still stood on her feet.

Faster, faster, as the flames raged, taking them in to a realm of feeling, of sensations too deep, too powerful to survive. Then they were spinning, trapped in a whirlpool of passion until it broke over them, soaked them, washed through them. Until the last shudder left them, they didn’t move. Aaron lifted Asia, carrying her to the bed and lay down beside her. It was a long time before they resurface to join the living.

Asia lay asleep on her stomach, her face towards him. He lifted the hair that covered her face.

He smiled. She still loves me, he thought. He studied her face. How pretty he thought she was; her small nose, that full sexy mouth that drove him crazy. Her eyes opened, she smiled.

“Hi,” she said softly.

Aaron smiled. “Hi,”

She moved close to him, laying her head on his chest, her eyes closed, she moaned, and went back to sleep. Aaron kissed her lightly on the lips and closed his eyes a satisfied man.

Asia sat at the dressing room table, a bundle of nerves. This was her debut concert, and the place was sold out; Chez was behind her pulling curls and Wilson rubbing and touching up her face.

The door opened, “Five minutes Ms Brook’s.” the stage manager called.