In Ray and Isabella's room, the light was low. The sheets were already in disarray, their bodies glistening with sweat.
Ray held Isabella's hips firmly, taking her hard from behind. The wet sound of their skins colliding filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and Isabella's moans.
"Ahhh… Ray… harder…"
He obeyed, speeding up the rhythm. One of his hands slid forward, his fingers finding her clitoris to rub it at the same time as he thrust deeply into her. Isabella let out a higher cry, her fingers gripping the pillow.
"Like that… yes… right there… don't stop…"
Ray leaned his torso forward, pressing his burning chest against her back, and nipped at her earlobe.
"You're so tight tonight… fuck… you're driving me crazy…"
He continued for a few more moments at that sustained pace, making her moan louder and louder, before abruptly flipping her onto her back without pulling out. He lifted her legs to rest them on his shoulders and thrust even deeper. Isabella arched her back violently, a long moan escaping her throat.
"Ray… I'm almost there… faster…"
"Look at me," he ordered in a rough voice.
She opened her eyes, her gaze veiled with pleasure. Ray accelerated again, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. His hand slid back down between them to rub her clitoris with more insistence, pressing just the way she liked.
"Ahhh… Ray… I'm… I'm coming…"
Isabella came first, crying out his name in a broken voice, contracting strongly around him. The sensation made him moan deeply. He slowed just enough to let her ride out her orgasm, then resumed his movements, deeper, slower, prolonging it.
"Again…" he murmured against her mouth. "I want you again."
He changed the angle, lifting one of her legs higher, and started taking her with a new intensity. Isabella, still hypersensitive, moaned with every thrust, her nails carving marks into his back.
"Ray… it's too much… ahhh…"
"You want more, admit it," he growled, nipping at her neck.
She could only nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. Ray felt her tighten around him again. He accelerated one last time, the rhythm becoming irregular, almost desperate.
Isabella came a second time, harder, her whole body trembling. The sensation pushed him over the edge as well. He thrust one last time to the hilt and came inside her with a long guttural moan, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, his body shaken by spasms.
They stayed like that for long seconds, out of breath, still joined. Ray withdrew gently and lay down beside her. Isabella immediately curled up against his chest, one leg thrown over his, still short of breath.
Silence settled, only disturbed by their breathing gradually calming.
After a moment, Isabella spoke, her voice still a little rough:
"Have you thought about what we're going to do after graduation?"
Ray absently stroked her hair.
"A little. And you?"
"Yeah. I'd like us to stay in the same city. Even if we don't necessarily go to the same university… I don't want us to lose each other."
He tilted his head to kiss the top of her head.
"Me neither. We can find a little apartment together. Something simple. Just for us. Even if it's small."
Isabella smiled against his skin.
"Can you really see yourself living with me every day? Even when I'm unbearable in the morning before class?"
"Especially when you're unbearable in the morning," he answered with a small laugh. "I'm used to it now."
She lifted her head to kiss him softly.
"Then we're going to do it. We're going to build something… at our own pace. Without rushing."
Ray pulled her a little closer, his gaze more serious.
"Yeah. At our own pace. No need to plan everything now. Just… stay together. That's already the most important thing."
Isabella nodded, her forehead against his.
"Stay together."
In the silence of the room, that simple promise carried more weight than any grand plan.