...the night we broke up...

It was the night we officially split, just as the breakup texts were fading off my phone screen. I had this urge to reach out for one last time, but instead, I found myself knocking on his door around midnight. We hadn't talked about breaking into the bedroom since we decided to end it, but there it was... he opened and I didn’t even have to say anything before things got heated. ...my hands were everywhere, desperate to feel him one last time while still feeling like me. He pulled off my shirt faster than I could untangle his arms from around mine, and soon we were fumbling with each other's pants in a rush of skin against warm sheets. His cock was hard and slick with pre-cum already, pulsing as I guided it into my mouth... all too aware that this would likely be the last time. I wanted to make every moment count, every touch linger just a bit longer before moving onto the next. We were both breathless and sweating by the time he was inside me again, pushing us both over some final edge neither of us knew we still had left. Afterward, we lay tangled in each other's arms for what felt like hours... until reality finally hit too hard to ignore any longer.