LOGINAfter a while, Anna gets up from her bed, gathers some clothes from her wardrobe and goes to take a shower. When she emerges from the bathroom, she is wearing a long-sleeve, loose-fitting shirt in a soft grey colour. The word, ‘dream’ along with a star design, is printed on it in a darker shade of grey. Her pyjama bottoms are also loose-fitting and feature horizontal stripes in alternating shades of light grey and white. Her hair is damp from the shower, and she walks over to her
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
“Fine,” Zack says with a low chuckle, his hands moving to rest on either side of Anna’s hips on the mattress. “You want to see how long I can last? I will show you exactly how much self-control I have when it comes to what is mine.” His gaze travels slowly over her body, taking in every detail of how the grey knitted dress clings to her curves. The fabric is thin enough that he can see the outline of her nipples through it, hardened from the cool air and his proximity. His hands move with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing her skin, starting at her ankles, brushing against the sensitive skin there before moving up to her calver. His touch is feather -light at first, teasing and deliberate.“See?” Zack murmurs, his voice a low rumble against Anna’s ear as he leans closer. “I can be patient when I want to be. I am going to take my time with you tonight.” His hands continue their exploration upward, fingers skimmi
Back home, Zack unlocks the front door and kicks off his shoes without enthusiasm. The sun is barely beginning to lighten the sky through the living room curtains. He heads straight for his bedroom and collapses onto the unmade bed fully clothed. His phone lies charging on the nightstand, display
Lara watches him devour the hash brown with a mixture of amusement and pity. The way he attacks the food suggests a man starved for comfort as much as calories. “You are like a stray cat finding its first meal in days,” she remarks with a slight chuckle. She sits back down across from
As Zack approached the counter, a middle-aged waitress named Lara recognized him immediately from previous late-night visits. She stood confidently behind the counter, he shoulder-length, wavy dirty blond hair was styled with soft volume, framing her face. Her expression was friendly and inviting
After two hours of studying Zack finally managed to go to sleep. In his dream, Zack is a small child again, sitting cross-legged on the living room rug while his mother reads aloud from a picture book. The memory is vivid and warm– the scent of lavender air freshener mingling with the sound







