"I love you, Zack. I love it when you get all possessive and obsessive. Maybe I was made for you. Maybe this is like fate or something," Anna struggled to say between gasps, moans and deep breaths. Zack's movements falter for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise at her confession. The words hang in the air between them, charged with emotion and vulnerability. "Fuck," he breathes out shakily, his thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate. "Don't say things like that when I am this deep inside you. It makes it hard to think straight." His hands frame his face gently, thumbs brushing away sweat-dampened strands of her hair from her cheeks. The rough intensity in his eyes softens into something rawer and more exposed. "I love you too, I have been in love with you since we were kids, even when I was being a complete asshole about it," he admits finally, the words coming out rough but sincere. He leaned down to kiss her softly this time- no longer just hungry or possessive but filled with genuine affection and emotion.
"Don't think and no more regrets about the past. It is just you and me from now one. Show me how much you love me," Anna challenged him. Zack's expression shifts from tender to ferocious at her challenge, a dangerous grin spreading across his face. "Regrets? Baby there is nothing to regret when it comes to us." His grip on her hips tightens possessively as he starts moving inside her again, each thrust deeper and more aggressive than before. The walnut table groans in protest under the renewed assault. "That's right, just you and me. From not on, nobody else gets to touch what is mine," he growls against her neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin there. His pace becomes punishingly fast, driving into her with a raw intensity that leaves them both breathless. Sweat drips down his temple as he focuses entirely on pleasuring her- on proving exactly how much he loves her. "You are fucking perfect," he pants between strokes, watching her breasts bounce with each impact against his chest.
Anna's hand moves to the back of his head, pulling him forward for a deep passionate kiss. Zack's mouth meets hers hungrily, returning the kiss with equal fervour. His hands leave her hips to wrap around her back, pulling her flush against his chest as he continues to drive into her. The table creaks ominously with the increased force of his movements. "Fuck, I love it when you kiss me like that, like you can't get enough of me," he groans against her lips, his voice thick with desire. One of his hand's tangles in her hair while the other slides down to grip her ass firmly, tilting her angle to allow him even deeper access. The change in position elicits a sharp gasp from them both. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock, better than anything I have ever dreamed about," he praises between kisses, his breathing growing more erratic. His thrusts become less controlled as he loses himself in the sensation of being buried inside her.
"I... I can't get enough of you. I want so to be consumed by you, by this moment, forever..." Anna moans breathless. Zack's eyes flash with a primal intensity at her words, his movements becoming almost frantic. "Consume you? Baby, I am going to fucking devour every part of you until there is nothing left but us." His thrusts grow more powerful, the walnut table shaking violently beneath her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the soundproof walls, mixing with her breathless moans and his guttural groans. "Forever," he repeats darkly, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. "You are mine forever now. Nobody else gets to touch this perfect body or hear you scream their name." his hands move between their bodies to rub circles over her clit while he continues pounding into her relentlessly. "Come for me again," he demands roughly against her mouth.
"Oh god! Yours! Zack!" Anna cries out as she climaxes. Her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Zack's entire body tenses as her orgasm triggers his own release. He groans deeply, burying himself to the hilt inside her as he comes hard, pumping his hot seed deep into her convulsing pussy. "Fuck, Anna. You make me lose my mind completely," he breathes out shakily, his forehead resting against her shoulders as he rides out the waves of pleasure. His hands tremble slightly as he supports himself against the table, still joined with her intimately. The room is filled with the sounds of their breathing. "You are amazing. Absolutely perfect in every way," he murmurs against her skin, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone. He slowly pulls back from her, his cock slipping free with a wet sound.
"There... There are some wet wiped in my backpack," Anna said struggling to catch her breath and weakly pointing to the purple backpack on the floor by the door. Zack follows her weak gesture toward the backpack, his legs still shaky from the intensity of their encounter. "Good thinking," he says approvingly, grabbing her purple backpack and rummaging through it for the wipes. He finds them quickly a pull out a handful, using them to clean them both up gently. The tender care in his movements is a stark contrast to the rough passion from moments before. "Here, let me take care of you," he says softly, helping her sit up on the edge of the table. His fingers work carefully between her legs, wiping away the evidence of their lovemaking with surprising tenderness. When he is finished with her, he cleans himself up before tossing the used wipes into a small trash bin in the corner of the room. Anna just watches, her breathing levelling out. She can feel a pain in her throat from all the screaming, and she tries to swallow it away, but her throat is dry. "You, okay?" Zack asks softly.