My Last Night With Him Was Intense

I spent my last night with Alex in our tiny dorm room, the kind that only college kids dream of escaping from. As soon as the door locked behind us, he pushed me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips tightly. We barely made it to the bed before I felt him enter me, thrusting deep and hard. Every time we moved, our bodies slid against each other, slick with sweat. His fingers dug into my skin, nails scraping down my back. Our breath mingled as he whispered my name in between harsh gasps. It was a primal, desperate dance of skin and heat until finally, I came, clenching around him, pulling him over the edge too.