[MF] Break Up Sex

I could have just stayed in bed. She told me she’d leave the keys on the table when she was done. She didn’t want to wake me. Bless her for that.

But when I heard her trademark combination of curse words…that sweet, cute little voice passionately shouting struggling epithets, I shook my head and rolled out, shirtless, and in gym shorts.
She looked good. I mean, as good as you can look with a pair of boxes under your arm as you struggle to open a door.

“Mother fucking…,” she bit down on her lip, ivory skin flashing red as I rushed forward, wrapped my hand around her hip, and backed her up to get the door open. She jumped a bit. Only slightly, breathing a thanks before scurrying out. I bit my own lip, allowing myself the chance to take her in. Of course she was simply dressed. Why wouldn’t she be? Her curves radiated in leggings as she padded down the steps to her car. A ratty sweatshirt peeked up, exposing the light skin of her back, and my heart beat in the worse of ways. I stepped back from the doorway and floated into the kitchen.

“Sorry for waking you,” she said a few moments later.

“You’re fine,” I muttered, digging my hands into countertop and staring out into the city.

“I’m not…not really,” she admitted quietly. My heart throbbed as I turned around. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, far shorter than I was used to. I guess that made sense. Light makeup always looked so fucking beautiful on her.

And to be honest, as she slouched against the doorframe, she was as pretty as the first time I…really…found her beautiful. Not hot, not sexy, not cute. Fucking beautiful. Months before she’d crash on my couch after too much wine. And in the middle of the night I’d wake with her in my arms, my face bundled in waves of hair and the scent of apple shampoo. And hours after that I’d slip out to make breakfast, and she’d be so vocally appreciative in that doorway. Lightly made up, in the beauty of the morning light, my dress shirt dwarfing her. She looked so fucking holy.

Still, her face was a bit gaunter; her nails digging into her arm, eyes just slightly gazed.

“Have you been eating?” her eyes fell to her feet. I angrily shook my head and grabbed a pair of toaster pastries, throwing them in.

“I’ve just been sleeping a lot…,” she whispered. I strode towards her, and she shrunk. And it was almost like there was a barrier between my body and hers. A thin membrane of a Maginot Line that was never meant to be broken again. My hand fired out to grab lightly at her roomie sweater, fingertips digging into her stomach only slightly. But enough for a spark. Moving into her the chair, I sternly grabbed at the pop tarts, threw them on a table, and slid it in front of her.

She paused, only for a bit, before devouring it. I had to laugh.

“Slow down ba-,” I trailed off. I couldn’t. This was almost too much. We sat in awful, heavy silence. There was so much of a conversational wall between us. With no real reason to try and knock it down. We could ask about the past couple of weeks…infer about drunken rebounds, set up blind dates, but that would all feel so fucking awful. Maybe she wasn’t thinking the same.

“Have you been with anyone?” her words sliced through the air as I started washing her plate off.
And I hadn’t. I couldn’t. And part of me wanted to craft some fucking spectacular story of a girl that made me forget her. But she’d probably see right through that.

“You should go,” I said with trepidation. Images flashed in my mind of her writhing with others. There was nothing wrong with it. But she was impulsive. And quite fucking talented at getting whatever she wanted. I shut my eyes, beating back tears as I heard the chair scoot out, and her steps travel in the direction of the door.

“I almost did,” she said as she turned the handle. My finger tip were dug in, almost leaving impressions as I stepped back and turned towards her, face hot, heart thumping.

“He almost kissed me. I would have taken him home. We were so close,” she…she almost smiled, backing up against the door.

“How close?” I let myself ask as I closed the difference. And I swear I just wanted to open the door and get her out of there, but that barrier was back, and her hand was still on the knob.

“Like this,” she smirked, sticking her chest out, centimeters from mine, her lips almost dancing with mine, her breath shallow between us. And I had to get her out of there. My hand snapped over hers, squeezing, wanting do desperately to overpower her in that moment and let her go. She bit her lip and settled her eye on me, and I felt myself start to grow.

My other hand curled around her cheek.

“You wanted him to kiss you?” I breathed out, lips grazing hers.

“So fucking ba-,” and I struck. Hot and heavy. Our lips were a car crash neither of us would walk away from. She flipped her hand off the doorknob to envelope her fingers with me as I pressed my body weight against her. Frantically, my hand balled her hair and tipped her head back so I could attack the well tread path of her neck.

“Fuck I missed this,” she moaned out. I growled affirmation as I kicked her legs open and pressed my growing, clothed cock against her. We had been through all of these motions before. But we were so desperate to feel each other again. So wanting of that barrier coming down. I bit at her neck as she cussed and shoved me back.

“Careful,” she wagged a finger.” My hand found her wrist and held it hostage, tearing it down to our sides as I mashed my lips against hers. She was right, maybe there would be nothing else after this moment, including evidence, but I didn’t care. We’d always have the memories. I tugged at her wrist and threw her down the hall in front of me, as she giggled and shook her ass, moving toward my bedroom.

My hands jetted onto her hips as I shoved her against the door frame, grinding my cock against her leggings. She tipped her head back and moaned, lips frantic to find mine. I slid my hand up over her sweater, pawing at her tits before wrapping my fist around her neck. She smiled into our kiss as I squeezed periodically.

Her hand fell to our sides as she reached back to rub over my cock, and I groaned as we Frenched. As she slid her hand down the front of my shorts I backed off, slapping her ass as she turned and shot me a questioning glance.

“You’re sure about this?” I said, undressing her with my eyes. She nodded, and that’s all I needed. My fingertips dug into her hips as I threw her onto my bed, stepping out of my shorts, my thick cock bouncing up, precum slipping out of the tip. She crawled to the edge of the bed, almost on dutiful instinct, pulling her sweater off, her stomach peeking out, as her pert breasts lifted and dropped. Pink nipples capped that white skin, and I stroked the tan cock that would look so artful against it.

Her lips made a home around my cockhead as I got within range, and her hand shot out to catch mine. I squeezed it as I gently slid in and out of her lips. Her other hand danced finger tips up and down my thigh before massaging my heavy balls. She moaned and hummed around my throbbing member, and I tipped my head back and cussed.

“You’re such a good fucking girl,”

“Mhmm,” she let out, looking up innocently at me. And my heart hurt again. I curled a hand in her hair and started facefucking her, closing my eyes as I slid down her throat. She was always so fucking good at that. As I started feeling close, I let my hand fall to choke her again, as I pulled out, squeezed, and motioned for her to crawl up the bed. I moved up after her and pulled her leggings off, diving between her legs.

I slid my tongue between unkempt lips, smiling as I felt her push back against my kiss. She tasted as sweet as ever, as my hands moved up to massage her breasts. My tongue circled around her lips, then up to her clit. I poured everything into those kisses as she pulsed up against me. One of my hands explored back down, dragging nails down her tummy and a thumb over her clit as I went back to tongue fucking her.

“Fuck…fucking…I’m-,” she tipped her head back and moaned as I increased pressure on her clit and pursed my lips around her throbbing cunt gates. Her hand shot down to dig into my hair and hold me tight as she came against my face. Beats later I felt a tug and I crawled up her body to kiss her warmly. She smiled, tasting her own juices, her tits mashing against my chest, my thick cock sharply pressing into her inner thigh. Our lips wrestled roughly as we bit at each other, tongues fighting for dominance, as she shot a hand down to wrap around my cock. Moving it over, she spread her legs wider, letting me in, and a second later we were together again.

She was familiarly warm and tight, as I throbbed inside of her. She moaned as her arm curled around my neck, and our foreheads pressed against each other. Hands found homes with each other as I slid in and out. My heavy balls slapped against the bottom of her pussy, and she let go over my neck to reach down and rub her clit. Her moans increased again, and I relished making her cum again. But as she slowed down I knew something was wrong.
Her eyes shined with tears as she looked up at me and bit her lip, and I slowed to a stop.

“Wait,” she said, bucking her hips against mine, before wiping her eye. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she pushed me off, and she quickly flipped over onto her hands and knees. Her fat ass shook in front of me, and I devilishly slapped it, which elicited a long moan from her. She looked back for the briefest second, nodding as I sank in again. My hands dug into her hips as I slid in and out, frenetically, stretching her out as she bounced rhythmically with me.

I drug my nails up her back, pulling at her hair as I railed her. I’d slap her ass every few seconds and then grab at her tits. And when I felt so fucking close, I wrapped my hand around her neck, and pawed at her clit with the other, picking up speed. She pulsed her pussy around my dick, and I only slowed down to push her face down into a pillow, muffling the moans and words I was so used to hearing.

I cussed and cursed and stretched her out, stopping to pull out only when I was sure I’d shoot. And in some fateful fashion of irony she flipped around and slid her mouth down on my blasting cock, swallowing ropes of desperate cum on instinct. I fucked her face as I wilted, hand digging in her hair. Her eyes welled for the briefest of moments as I fell back.

She worked on bringing her breathing back down as she sat on her knees on my bed, only briefly glancing at me. Our fingers were inches away from each other, but no one dared move. She shined with sweat so beautifully, as her chest rose and fell, and I almost fell back in love with her again.

“I uh…I need to go,” she muttered, swinging her legs around to get her leggings on.

“Hey wait,” I threw my hand out as she turned back, red faced, shaking her head. I moved to sit up as she stumbled after her sweater, and as she got it on she grabbed onto the doorway to keep from falling down, presumably. Lurching forward, I wrapped my arms around her, under meek protests.

“Shh…shh it’s okay baby girl,” I breathed against her ear. Her legs became jello and we slid back against my bed and she buried her head in my chest.

“You’re fine…it’s fine,” I cooed, rubbing her hair and back, letting her close her eyes and just recover.
Minutes later I woke up to us spooning, grabbing a bed cover to wrap around our familiar bodies.

Hours later I woke up alone, my key back in my hand.

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