The cadence we find is ugly and true, and it’s exactly what I want. What I need.
I’m fast and fierce and not careful. The room blurs around the edges. Our breathing is ragged.
“Don’t stop,” she says, her voice wrecked. “Don’t?—”
She doesn’t finish, doesn’t need to.
I answer by giving her exactly what we both want.
More. Faster.
If anyone saw us, they’d think we were fighting.
Maybe we are. Fighting the clock, the door, the daylight.
Fighting the part of me that wants to make a home in her body. Fighting the part of her that still wakes at a sound that isn’t there.
The blankets slide and bunch. I want to mark the floor with this. I want to mark the air. Mostly I want to mark her.
She pulls me down by my face and kisses me hard enough to hurt.
I open for it. A tear slicks the corner of her mouth—it might be sweat, might be anything—and I catch it with my tongue. She makes a small sound that I feel more than hear, and then something in her lets go.
I feel it in the wisp of her breath, the way her body clenches and climbs. I’m right there with her, the bottom dropping out from under me.
I thrust for the last time, sliding so far inside her as I release.
I empty myself. Give her all that’s mine to give.
Then…
Quiet.
Quiet except for our rapid panting. Quiet except for something that sounds like a quiet sob coming from her.
I don’t look. I can’t.
She sniffs it back.
Quiet except for Zach’s tail thumping.
She sags back into the blankets, hair spread, eyes closed. I lower myself without crushing her and end up half on, half beside her, my chest heaving, my mouth against the hot line of her throat.
We breathe together until reality returns. I feel full and emptied and a little bit wrong that anything in the world could feel this right when we have to break it in an hour.
She opens her gorgeous eyes. In the glow, they look like something I don’t deserve. I brush the hair back from her face.
“Again,” she says, voice wrecked and quiet.
It’s not polite. It’s not a request. It’s a demand. It’s hunger getting one last say.
I don’t answer because my body answers for me. We tangle up all over again, kissing, my fingers inside her pussy, her hand sliding along my length.
Moments later, I’m inside her again, this time from behind. It’s quick and filthy with need, and it steals what we’ve got left in the best way.
“God, yes!” she shrieks as she comes around me, pulsing.
She milks my cock in the best way, and before I’m ready, I’m shooting into her again.
