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At first, it’s lust, pure and simple, and it’s incredible. But with my fingertips digging into the flesh of her hips where her shirt is hiked up and the desperate, needy way she rolls her body with each thrust, the energy changes. It all comes pouring out—the passion that has us fucking in the backseat of my car on campus, the ever-growing feelings between us, and frighteningly, the frantic fear that someway, somehow, this might be the last time we can have each other.
An edge enters into the sweetness of it all.
Hannah kisses me, and it’s biting, a sharp clash of teeth and tongue. We aren’t making love. We’re fucking. It’s raw and rough, and Hannah’s nails rake against my scalp, making me groan.
“Johan,” she cries, her breath hot against my neck. “God, I’m gonna come. Make me come. I need to come.”
I snake a hand between our bodies, thumbing over her clit. Hannah’s knees tighten around my waist, and her thighs tremble. With a strangled cry, she comes hard, pussy clenching around my length, and it’s all I need to follow after her, my release spilling inside her with a growl.
It’s over too fast. It’s not fast enough.
I come so hard it’s like an out-of-body experience. Stars burst before my eyes, and I groan through my last few unsteady thrusts, relishing the feeling of her warm channel spasming around me. We’re both shuddering and clutching at one another and as the last aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her, she bites down on my shoulder to stifle her cries. My leg muscles cramp and scream out in agony, my back cracking as my physical form fights for any spare inch of space. But my mind, my heart? They’re completely at peace. For now.
We’re both breathing heavily, sweaty, and spent in the small, cramped space, wincing in discomfort.
Hannah’s voice is barely audible. “That was…”
I nod, feeling the weight of exhaustion. “Yeah. It was.”
She glances up, her voice a whisper, “I should get up.”
“Probably.”
But neither of us moves.
Hannah shifts slightly, grimacing. “My legs really hurt.”
I chuckle softly, wincing as I adjust my position. “My spine is going to be a pretzel.”
“Let me just catch my breath.” She buries her face in my neck, and I hold her tight, savoring the moment, the memory. Hannah is boneless on my chest, mostly dressed still. My arms wrap around her, and I press a kiss to her damp hair, helping her to wiggle her leggings back up.
“Not exactly the romantic goodbye I was intending,” she says, her words slightly muffled by my shirt.
“You could have stopped me,” I remind her with a grin.
“No. Not even a little. Definitely not.”
We laugh, and it’s not long before we reluctantly separate and make ourselves somewhat decent. We slip out of the car, and Hannah grabs her bag from the front seat, slinging it over her shoulder.
“I guess this is goodnight,” Hannah tells me, glancing around. “For real this time.”
I brush a loose tendril of her hair behind her ear. “Goodnight, Hannah. I'll see you tomorrow in class.”
“Don’t try and kiss me goodbye. You’re terrible at it.”
Hannah is teasing, her lips curved in a smirk, but her eyes are dancing with emotion.
“That’s true,” I tell her, taking a step closer. “I’m not very good at saying goodbye, but I’m excellent at good morning kisses. How about that? Ten minutes before the lecture in the professor’s office.”
Her expression softens, and she nods in understanding. “Yes. That sounds perfect.”
With a smile and a wave, Hannah turns and disappears into her building.
The world instantly feels a little more dull. Damn.
At first, I circle the campus, windows down, clean air washing away the traces of what Hannah and I had just done in the backseat. It was hot as hell, but the further removed I got from the heat of the moment, the more mortified I became. How in the hell could I have been so reckless? What if I had gotten caught with her? Or had someone seen my car rocking and called the campus police? Fuck, what was I thinking?!
I…wasn't thinking. Of course, I wasn’t. The only thing in my skull at that moment had been the chanting of a single word.Hannah, Hannah, Hannah.