TOM

She pulled me closer to her by my belt, a firm grip on the leather as it contradicted the grip of my own. As much as I craved being with her and was genuinely surprised that she wanted to sleep with me, I was enamoured by her beauty the same way as when we first met. The towel wrapped around her head fell to the floor due to our movement, her damp hair falling down onto her back.

Her hand moved around to the back of my neck, pulling my closer and deepening the already passionate kiss we were sharing. My arm snaked around the small of her lower back slowly, my other hand cradling the side of her face gently as if I was holding a new born baby.

I missed her. I missed everything about her.

"First and last offer Holland, you can fuck me now and never again, or leave and have the same end result," she said pulling away and looking at me. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust and passion. But honestly, I just wanted to cry.

I nodded, letting her lead the way to her bedroom that I hadn't stepped foot into. She held my hand tightly, pulling me along as I looked around. It wasn't ours anymore, it was a room where she had probably had dozens of other people sharing this very same experience before me. It was heartbreaking.

My brain was telling me not to do this, by my dick was telling me otherwise. Already erect and aching for her touch, I couldn't help think about how this was the last time I would ever have sex with the woman I loved. At least last time we slept together I didn't have this one my mind the whole time. This time, I know.

She didn't waste any time taking her pajamas off, undressing to become fully nude as she crawled onto the bed and ushered me over with her hands. I pulled my shirt over my head and leant over the bed; over her.

"I missed this," I murmured against her skin, my lips grazing at her neck. She said nothing in return.

She pulled my hands up to caress her breasts, moving them with her own hands as she led the way. I felt like a zombie, following her lead without a conscious thought of my own.

She wrapped her leg around my waist, minimising the already small gap between us until I was practically lying on top of her. She flipped us over and straddled my waist, using her hands to flip her hair back over her shoulders.

I looked at her torso, not in a heavily sexual way like I usually would, not staring at her tits and wanting them in my mouth or on either side of my cock. I looked at her scar, the one wrapped along the side of her waist that she was so scared to show me when we first met.

I remember how reluctant she was to have sex with me because she was scared of exposing herself like that to me. I traced it with my fingertips, which she didn't really pay much attention to as she was unbuckling my belt and slipping it out of my pants. I slid off my pants and kicked them to the floor, her eyes darting to my hard cock inside my underwear, her lip held between her teeth hungrily.

"If this is the last time we're having sex, shouldn't we take our time?" I said softly, reaching up to run my hand delicately through her hair before she scoffed and leant back down to kiss me roughly.

"I want you to make me cum now though," she cooed, biting my bottom lip before reaching down to pull my dick from my underwear. Her hand was warm and her fingers wrapped around the length like muscle memory.

Our tongues moved in perfect sync, knowing exactly how the other person liked to be kissed. We knew how to navigate each other's bodies and we knew what each other wanted. Except, right now I'd prefer to just cuddle up next to her and look at the stars.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me," she whined, kneeling over me and lining up my cock. I was honestly just surprised she was rushing this so much, no foreplay? No teasing? She used to love foreplay with me.

"You're awfully eager tonight," I said holding the base of my cock and furrowing my brows. Yes, I was horny but I was more thrown off at the fact she was moving so quickly.

"I was fingering myself in the shower before I heard someone break into my house. Lucky for me the person I was thinking of happened to be in my office," she smirked, sinking down onto my cock as we both moaned.

"Fuck- You we're thinking about me in the shower?" I asked, holding either side of her hips as she started rolling them against mine.

"Don't you still think about me when you get off?" She chuffed.

"All the time," I admitted.

"Exactly. Now stop talking and fuck me," she demanded, starting to bounce herself up and down, holding onto my shoulders for stability. As much as this felt amazing, it wasn't the same. It just felt like sex with any other girl; thrill-less.

Sex with Y/N used to be exciting, unpredictable, thrilling. Now, it was lacking the carnal desire we used to share. We were both horny, we both wanted it but it wasn't the same. Is it the adderall? Am I just on a come down? Probably. Fuck Tom, just snap out of this negative thinking.

I pulled her off me and knelt on the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees before roughly slamming into her again. This, this felt more like our usual sex. With a loud moan, she leant down on her elbows and arched her back further, allowing my thrusts to hit deeper.

With my hand I gripped a fistful of her hair, thrusting into her as my balls slapped against her skin and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room. I was almost embarrassed to say that I was going to cum, but she said it before I did.

I guess fingering herself in the shower was enough to get her started, I just had to finish her off.

As she came, she orgasmed loudly. It was a familiar sound, a sound that made me climax just from hearing it. I pulled out soon after and came onto her back. Lying on her stomach I reached over to grab a few tissues from the bedside table and cleaned it off her skin, discarding the tissues before lying next to her.

"Was that okay?" I asked, a question I rarely ever had to ask because I usually knew the answer. But this time, this time was different.

"It's was good, don't worry. But you should probably go," she panted, pushing her hair off her face before rolling onto her side and checking her phone.

"Will I see you again?" I asked timidly, really confused about where we stood now that she had practically just used me for sex and was kicking me out.

"It's best if we don't I reckon, just better for both of us," she said looking up at me and standing up as I got changed.

"Thanks for the sex though. And if you break into my house again I will pull the trigger," she threatened, walking me out of her room.

"I do really need to talk to though you Y/N. I came here tonight to clear the air," I said, walking downstairs towards her front door.

"Tom, don't worry. The air is clear already. We broke up ages ago, we've had our break up sex and now we can move on. It's the best thing for us," she said, obviously just trying to get me out of her house.

She said goodnight and closed the door.
Just like that.
That was our last goodbye.

Honestly I felt like I had been completely used. I had just cum on my ex girlfriend and was escorted out of the house like some Tinder date. This wasn't right, this wasn't how we had sex together. We used to cuddle and make out and fall asleep. We'd wake up in the morning to warm tea and just sit in blissful silence.

I kind of regret having tonight's memory as the last time we'd ever have sex.

I'd have preferred to just leave when she gave me the option.