Missing the Touch of His Skin

I just broke up with my boyfriend of two years last week. We were both heartbroken during our final goodbye at his place. He had me on top, straddling him as he entered me, the warmth and hardness of him filling me completely. I couldn't help but feel so loved in that moment, even though we knew it was our end. Our bodies moved together, each thrust bringing tears to my eyes not just from the pleasure, but from the reality that this would be the last time. When he came inside me, his fingers digging into my hips, I whispered his name over and over, wishing for a future where there could be more of these moments. But now, all I have are the memories.