LOGIN“I do mean it. And that is how couples say goodbye…” Anna says in a sweetly playful voice. “I do miss you.” Zack’s heart pounds against his ribs in a way that has nothing to do with adrenaline from earlier arguments. “Good,” he breathes out, the single word carrying more emotion that he intended. “Because I am already missing you and we have only been apart for an hour.” His fingers trace idle patterns on the steering wheel as he st
Zack’s fingers trace along her jawline possessively, studying her face with newfound confidence. The shy blush on her cheeks only encourages his playful side. “And here I was thinking I had to compete with some nerdy high school student. Turns out all I needed to do was stop being an asshole and actually tell you how I feel.” “Yeah. Well, vulnerability is sexy too. I am glad you finally told me,” she said with a soft smile.Zack’s expression softens completely as something inside him settles into something content and warm at Anna; s words. The vintage motel room feels cozier now, the warm lighting creating an intimate atmosphere around their intertwined bodies on the bed. “Vulnerability, huh? I will have to remember that,” he says with a low chuckle, leaning down to kiss her gently. “It is not exactly my strong suit, but if it makes you smile like that, maybe I can learn to be vulnerable more often.” His fingers con
Zack’s hands grip the headboard tightly as he drives into Anna harder, their bodies sliding together with increasing urgency. The bed sakes beneath them while the warm lighting casts intimate shadows across their sweat slicked skin. “You are so fucking perfect. The ways you take me, the sounds you make– fuck, Anna, you are driving me absolutely insane.” he breathes out between thrusts, his forehead pressing against hers. “Oh, God,” she cries out in pleasure. “Don’t stop.” Zack surges with triumph at her desperate cry, his movements becoming more powerful and possessive. The vintage motel room’s warm lighting casts dramatic shadows across their strained features as he drives into her with renewed intensity.“Never,” Zack growls against Anna’s neck, his voice thick with pleasure. “I am not stopping until you have completely forgotten your own name. until you can’t think about anything but
“We are going to take this slow,” Zack said against her mouth, his voice rough with anticipation. “I am going to make you feel so good you forget your own name. and then when I can’t wait any longer, I am going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.” His hands move to cup her breasts while she continues working him with her hand, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they are hardened peaks. The vintage motel room’s warm lighting glints off their sweat-slicked skin as he explores every inch of her body with reverent touches. “First things first,” he murmurs, guiding her back against the headboard so he can kiss down her neck and chest.Zack’s kisses trail down Anna’s neck and chest with deliberate slowness, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her skin. His hands roam possessively over her curves, memorizing the way she responds to his touch. “I want to taste every part of you,” he murm
“I need to be inside you,” Zack admits between kisses, his forehead pressing against hers. “I was actually thinking I should return the favor,” Anna says with a smirk. “Since we are practicing patience…” A grin spread across his face as he leans back against the vintage motel headboard. His green eyes gleam with challenge and desire in the warm lighting. “Oh, is that how we are playing this now?” he says with a low chuckle, his hands moving to rest on her hips possessively. “You think you can handle me, Anna? That you can make me lose control as easily as I just did to you?” His gaze rakes over her naked form appreciatively, clearly appreciating the confidence she is exuding.The bed creaks softly as Zack shifts their positions, moving Anna on top of him so she is straddling his lap. “Alright,” he challenges with dark satisfaction. “Show me what you have got. Let us see if you can make me beg
Zack’s movements become reverent as he settles between Anna’s legs, his hands parting her thighs gently while his breath warms her most sensitive skin. The vintage motel room’s soft lighting illuminates every detail of her bare form while the distant hum of traffic outside provides a quiet backdrop to their intimacy. “Fuck perfect,” he murmurs against her inner thigh, his voice rough with anticipation. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you like this.” His tongue traces slow circles around her clit before moving lower to explore the wetness gathering between her folds. The contrast between the cool motel air and the heat of his mouth sends shivers through her body as he works with deliberate focus.“I am going to make you come apart completely,” Zack promises against her skin, his fingers sliding inside to feel how ready Anna is for him. His tongue explores every inch of her wetness with reverent attention,
Anna sits up slightly. “No, I don’t think so,” she argues softly. “I mean– yeah, you are competitive and possessive. But you are also sweet and caring.” Zack’s expression softens at her defense, the vulnerability in her voice reaching something deep within him. “Sweet and caring?” he repeats with a small laugh, his hands stilling their movements against her skin. “Fuck, Anna, you are the only person who has ever called me that. Everyone else sees the bully who fights and smokes and fails classes.” He sits up more fully to face her properly on the bed, their naked bodies illuminated by the lightning of the warm motel. His gaze searches hers intently, looking for any sign of insincerity. “You really see me like that?” he asks quietly, his voice carrying a raw edge of uncertainty. “Not just as some asshole who has been trying to get in your pants for years?”“You can be an asshole,&rd
“Hmmm,” Anna thinks playfully. “How about we get something to eat first. Something tells me I am going to need energy. Then we can go to the motel.” Zack perks up at the suggestion of refueling before continuing their activities. The idea of feeding her properly after what
Anna pulls back, releasing his cock with a plop. “I– I need you inside me,” she said quickly and looked up at Zack with pleading eyes. The desperate plea in her brown eyes is the ultimate prize, proving he has driven her just as crazy as she drove him. “Thank fuck,”
“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches o
Zack goes upstairs and packs some clothes and his charger. Then he hears an engine revving outside. He makes his way downstairs to the front door, where her sees Anna in a vintage Pontiac GTO, wearing a fitted, off shoulder knitted sweater dress in a soft heather grey colour. The body of the car







