"Talk dirty to me," he encourages gruffly between panting breaths. "Dirty?" Anna repeats breathless. "Is that what you would like? It feels amazing. Like the only thing that matters in the whole world." She struggles to speak between breathing and moaning. Zack's entire body goes rigid at her breathless confession, his green eyes flashing with renewed intensity. The vulnerability in her voice combined with the physical pleasure of her riding him is an intoxicating combination. "Yes, that is exactly what I like," he growls, his voice dropping to a husky timbre that vibrates through her. "Hearing you admit how good it feels while I am buried inside you. Tell me more." His hands slide from her ass to grip her hips his more firmly, guiding her movements into a faster, deeper rhythm that makes them both gasp aloud. The bedsprings creak rhythmically beneath them as sweat begins to bead on their skin.
"I… I don't know… how much longer…" Anna struggles to say before her orgasm crashes over her. The moment her words break off into a sharp cry of climax, Zack feels her entire body seize around him. Her internal walls contract violently as waves of pleasure wash over her, milking his cock relentlessly with each spasm. "Oh, fuck yes," he groans loudly, head throwing back against the pillows. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock." His own release becomes inevitable as he watches the pure bliss crossing her features. With a final surge of energy, he thrusts upward into her depth one last time before exploding inside her with a guttural shout. "Anna– oh God!"
Anna collapses forward, so she falls onto his sweaty chest. Zack's arms wrap around her instantly, holding her close as she collapses against his chest. His heart races beneath her ear, a steady thrumming rhythm that slowly begins to return to normal. He buries his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of their combined sweat and arousal. "Hey, you okay down there?" he asks softly, his voice still rough from their shared climax. "Mmhmm," Anna mumbles. His hands stroke gently up and down her back in soothing circles. "That was incredible. Absolutely fucking perfect." He shifts slightly to adjust their positions on the mattress, pulling the rumpled sheets higher around them without breaking their embrace. The cool fabric feels good against their heated skin. "You really do have me wrapped around your little finger, you know that?" he murmurs against her slightly damp brown hair.
"In a good way, right?" Anna asks breathless. Zack chuckles softly, the vibration traveling through his chest where her head rests. His arms tighten around her possessively, one hand coming up to gently stroke her hair. "In the best way possible," he assures her, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder. "Wrapped around your finger means I would do anything for you. Fight anyone who looks at you wrong, buy you that stupid purple scooter you want, hell, I would probably even pass my math test if it meant getting another night like this." He shifts them both onto their sides facing each other on the messy dark blue bedsheets. His fingers trace idle patterns along her spine as he studies her flushed face in the dim lighting. "You have no idea what you do to me," he says quietly, his usual bravado softened by post-coital intimacy. "Ten years of wanting you and finally having you here like this? It is better than winning every fight I have ever been in."
"Well, all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you," Anna said seriously. Zack's breath catches in his throat at her serious declaration. For a moment, he just stares at her, searching her face for any hint of jest or hesitation. Finding none, his expression softens completely, the usual cockiness melting away into something raw and vulnerable. "Really?" he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want to spend the rest of your life with someone like me? Someone who is going to get into fights, smoke cigarettes when he thinks you aren't looking, and probably fail half his exams. But if that is what you want." His voice gained strength as resolve settles in his features. "Yeah, just don't be a dead beat and I am all yours," Anna said with a light, tired smile. A relieves laugh escapes Zack's chest, the sound warm and genuine in the quite room. He pulls Anna closer until their legs are tangled together.
"A deadbeat? Me?" he feigns offense playfully. "Never. I will work three jobs if I have to, just to give you whatever you want– that stupid purple scooter, designer bags, hell, I will build you a mansion if you ask nicely enough." Anna giggles softly and said, "I don't need all those things." His serious tone returns as he gazes down at her smiling face. "But seriously, Anna. If this is real– if you actually mean spending forever with me– then I promise I won't screw it up." His hand cups her cheek tenderly, thumb stroking across her skin with newfound reverence. "I will quit smoking tomorrow morning first thing. And maybe… maybe I could try getting better grades? For you?" the vulnerability in his voice is stark contrast to the aggressive bully everyone at school knows him as.
"I am fine with the smoking," Anna says causally. "But your grades could use some work," she adds playfully. Zack lets out a tired laugh at her casually acceptance of his smoking habit. The exhaustion of their intense lovemaking and the emotional weight of her commitment, along with the lack of sleep from the previous night, starts catching up to Zack. "Figures you would be cool with it," he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into her neck. "Always making excuse for me." His eyelids grow heavier by the second, but he fights to stay awake a few more minutes. One arm remains draped protectively around her waist while the other hand traces lazy patterns on her back. "Okay, okay, I will work on my grades," he promises around a yawn. "You look tired," Anna said softly. "Go ahead and sleep." Her hand moves to comb through his bleached blond hair soothingly and Zack melts into her touch.