#*69

You couldn't bring yourself to knock on her door, especially not after years of this being your home too. You gave her the key the day of the break-up turning everything into hers again. Now you stand here like some stranger waiting for her to just be able to sense your presence and open the door for you. That moment never comes so you finally work up the courage to just knock on the door. Five minutes later and you're faced with the woman you hadn't seen in a month. No, a month wasn't long in the grand scheme of things, but it felt like an eternity after five years together.

"Hi," she says weakly.

"Hi."

You two stand there, looking at everything but each other. It was so awkward which made it painful. You were never suppose to feel awkward with your Elle.

"Can I...?"

"Oh, of course!"

She steps to the side and makes space for you to come in. There was no hug, no kiss, and no declarations of 'I missed you' that usually occurred in this entryway.

There was a bitter taste in your mouth as you walked inside. Everything had been exactly the same yet felt somewhat colder. Maybe it was the pictures of you two that had been taken down or it was the lack of color from the paintings you've decorated the walls with over the years.

"Everything's upstairs. The rest of your stuff, I mean."

"Okay."

Elle wasn't sure if she should follow you or help you gather whatever else you needed from here. She stood there not knowing what to do as you went upstairs to what used to be your shared bedroom. If she were to join and help you, she fears it would give them sign that you want her shit gone from her place. In reality she wished you would've forgotten about that stuff or just left it behind. It wasn't anything of importance, but it was reminders of you that were now going to be gone. She'd have nothing left of you here.

The bedroom had changed significantly. New bed sheets and comfortable, the desk had been removed, and the floor had no colorful rug on it anymore. The bedroom was the one place Elle wanted no traces of you knowing it would keep her up at night.

You can't blame her for wanting the change, you had to do similar things too, but it still stung. It left you in a daze that you were only brought out of by her.

"Hey," her voice catches you off guard.

When you turn around she's leaning against the door frame.

"How are you?" She continues.

She wasn't being nosey to see if you moved on, nor was she forcing small talk, her words are sincere.

"Considering all the things happening in my life, I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm okay."

You knew it was partially the truth. She wasn't happy and neither were you. Maybe it would've been better if there was some devastating event that ended your relationship instead of the bitter reality that you two wanted different things in life. The photos that once littered the walls were ones of two girls in their early 20s who thought they had it all figured out. Getting older was the reality check that your lives were going in two separate directions instead of growing together. That's more harder to reckon with than the fact someone, or maybe both of you, fell out of love.

"You don't sound okay."

Elle pauses, not sure of what you're trying to do. Where you truly concerned or trying to test her?

"I'm okay, Y/n," she says sternly. It's the first time in what feels like years that's she's called you by your first name. Even when it was the thick of the break it was still 'honey' and 'baby' that rolled off her lips. Now its the cold mumbling of your name.

"Sure."

You go back to find all the things you've left behind. Elle was still standing there, leaning against the door just watching you. You wondered why she'd want to just watch you as if this wasn't painful for her. Every time you glanced at her from the corner of your eyes it looked like she had something to say. You had said all you needed to say, yet you were hoping she would bring something up, anything. When you realized she wasn't going to be the one to budge, you decided to be the one to make effort.

"I hope you're okay, Elle. I really mean it," you say sincerely.

She rolls her eyes in a playful way, but deep down she hated that this is what your relationship had come to.

"You don't have to play cordial with me. We don't have to be friends or anything."

"I'm not trying to be your friend," you pause before you let the rest of your unfiltered thoughts slip out of your mouth, "I don't think we could be the exes that can be friends."

"Why do you say that?" She's genuinely curious of what your answer will be, even if it might be one that offends her.

"I'm just saying...do you really think we could watch each other move on right in each other's faces? I've known you for a decade, and have loved you the entire time. We're high school sweethearts in a way. I'm not saying you don't deserve to move, but I would be lying if I said it wouldn't crush my entire soul. I love you and all but...I'm not ready to be hurt like that."

Elle was your first love and she was someone you thought would be your only love. She's an amazing, gorgeous woman, she is bound to find someone new that loves her. She deserves happiness more than anyone you know, but you deserve happiness too, and happiness is not seeing your first love love someone other than you.

The words come crashing down around Elle as she hasn't even begin to think about a life without you in it even after not speaking to you for a month. You've always been here in her life, but the reality was that you didn't want to be in it anymore. That was a hard pill to swallow. Elle was at a loss for words, not sure if there anything to say to convince you or make. All she could do was accept things for what they are, but she wouldn't let go so easily.

"Can you just promise me something?"

"What is it, Ellie?"

It's like her breath gets caught in her throat as soon as she begins to speak. She doesn't think you've ever looked so beautiful in your life despite the bags under your eyes from the restless nights. If you were to reject her in this moment she doesn't know what she would do. However, if she doesn't try, she'll regret this moment until the day she dies.

"Can we have just one last time together?"

She knows you so well.

You wished you knew that the last time you were intimate together would be the last time so you could've made it as special as possible, lasting as long as you could to please her. It was the last thing you needed to heal, but one night wouldn't hurt. Maybe getting one last chance would help.

"Okay."

You give in so quickly she's shocked, but she shouldn't be. She shouldn't be shocked that you missed the way her lips meld against yours as if you two were made for each other. Elle truly believed that was the truth, but the break-up and the month that followed had her questioning things. She needed to know for sure.

You welcome her into your arms as if this was like the old times. She doesn't smell like of her usual citrusy and sunny perfume. Instead her skin smelled clean, perfect conditions to have the smell of your union cling to her skin. You kiss the taut skin of her neck and she inhales sharply. She's sensitive, not having been touched for a month. She hadn't even touched herself even on the nights filled with sexual frustration. It was like she was waiting for you to come back and mark her in the way she was used to.

You suck on her pale skin until there was a trail of bruising kisses on her skin. The marks were usually a badge of honor she didn't bother to hide in the comfort of her own home. Your grip her hips always left faint bruises in the shape of your finger tips. When you were apart the marks served as a reminder of what you two had done. Elle wish they would last forever after tonight instead of gradually fading as time pressed on.

"Oh my god, Y/n."

She moans your name as if you were already touching her between her legs. You haven't seen her this needy in a long time.

You end up sitting on the edge of the bed with Elle straddling your thigh. She grinds her clothed sex against your thigh, tossing her hair to the side to get it out of her face. She captures your lips and kisses you feverishly. You grab her hips and help her grind against you. She's whimpering into your mouth causing a vibration to rumble through your entire body. It makes you go feral, to taste her on your lips like this after you've been starved. Usually you were much more teasing, but right now you didn't care if she came against you.

"It's okay baby...let go," you encourage her.

The dampness between her legs made her pussy cling to the cotton panties she wore. You could feel how wet she despite the barrier. It turned you on and made you groan at the cooling sensation. You look up at her and watch her face twist in pleasure, her mouth wide open and eyes closed.

"Fuck you're so pretty."

The light dusting of pink on her cheeks matches the color on her chest. She wore a white tank-top, no bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric as if trying to seduce you. You almost cause a rip in the shirt with the way you pull down the top so you could take one of her nipples in your mouth. You suck harshly as she keeps rocking against you, her orgasm on the brink of smashing into her. She was overwhelmed by the attention after the month of neglect. Her brain was short circuiting after humping on you like a dog in heat.

"Give it to me baby, I know you're close."

Elle was use to the encouragement as you always loved to praise her words. Your words are dipped in honey as if you never had anything bitter to say about her. The arguments and mentions of each other's flaws seemed to be forgotten and it was if everything was normal again. Elle could close her eyes and imagine this was just like any other day where you two were too horny to keep your hands to yourself.

She lets out a sharp breath as she begins to cum against your thigh. Elle was making a mess in her panties as she reached her high. She continued to rock against your thigh until it became too much. With her body becoming so pliant, you were able to get her on the bed and now you were hovering over her. You pull her panties down her legs and you stare at the cum that clings to the cotton fibers. Your eyes move to her center and she's so wet and messy. You almost salivate at the sight. You don't waste another second dropping to your knees in front of her to bury your face into her cunt.

"Oh my god honey!"

Elle wanted to push your head away, to tell you she's had enough, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She's never going to experience this again, the feeling of your wild tongue exploring every inch of her pussy and making her cry. So she savors it, no matter how overwhelming it is. Her fingers glide through your hair as she closes her eyes and feels every little thing. From the softness of your tongue to how your saliva drips onto her flesh. She moans your name so sweetly, like it's a prayer of some sort. She tastes so good, the best thing you've ever tasted in your life.

"Y/n-" she starts, trying the best to get the words out, but you're eating her so good that she struggles to form a sentence. Her eyes begin to roll in the back of her head when she feels your fingers prodding at her hole. It was clear that your mission was to make her lose her mind and it was working. You were lost in the taste and feeling of her pink flesh.

"Y/n!" She says louder this time. You think she's about to cum again, but then she starts grabbing at you as if something's wrong.

You reluctantly pull away and furrow your brows in confusion at her. She keeps grabbing at you with this desperate look on her face and it isn't for a minute that you realize what she wants.

You rarely ever did it, always preferring to have her on top, but Elle always indulged when you sat on her face. She begged to feel your full weight come down on her face as she buried her tongue in your pussy. This times her pleas were full of a need and want that you haven't heard from her before.

"Please, baby, please...let me taste you," Elle's voice cracks as she begs. You have no other choice than to placate her.

Your pants come off along with your panties and you're straddling your ex-girlfriend's face. She finally gets to see how wet and worked up you got. Your cunt pulses in excitement as you don't take time to worry about crushing her. She devours your pussy the moment it's within reach of her tongue. You moan into the air, raking your hands up your body as you relish in the feeling of her tongue slipping in and out of you. Just like Elle, you haven't touched yourself either. You were too sad to masturbate, besides nothing would compare to this.

Her hands splays against your back and you take it as a sign. You bend over and find your face buried in her pussy again. It was hard to concentrate when Elle was doing her very best to make you scream. There were moments when you had to pull away from her cunt and just rub her clit so you could moan out loud.

"Holy shit baby," you moan breathlessly. She was always good, but it's like she had gotten better somehow.

You began to grind against her face for a quicker taste of relief. Elle didn't stop you or hold your hips in place like she normally would. She let you take everything you needed from her no matter how wild you got. She was able to capture your clit in her mouth and she sucked until you were seeing stars. The strangled cry of pleasure you let out of your mouth was almost embarrassing, but you didn't care as pleasure crashed into you. Her nails dig into the soft skin of your ass, the pain adding to the pleasure and twisting inside of you.

Somewhere in between your high and the cooldown, Elle cums again too. She got so worked up that she needed to release again and it was the taste of you in her mouth and her hard nipples grazing against her body the that set her alight.