Dallas opens his eyes slowly, blinking several times as he adjusts to the light streaming in through the window. When he sees me lying there beside him, a lazy smile spreads across his lips. "Morning, love," he murmurs sleepily, reaching out to brush a stray hair from my face.

I return his smile, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest at the endearment. This time, when he calls me that, it feels like less of a role and more of a truth. "Morning,"

"Good morning! How did you sleep?" I ask curiously, propping myself up on one elbow so I can look down at him. He looks adorable all rumpled and disheveled from sleep, his dark hair sticking up in every direction.

His words make me feel warm inside, and I can't help but return his smile. "I want that too," I whisper, rolling onto my back again and looking up at the ceiling. "I think... I think we should give this a try."

The thought of spending time with him outside of class, getting to know each other better, fills me with hope and anticipation. Maybe there is something more between us, beyond just sex and secret trysts in empty classrooms.

I smile at his playful words, feeling a sense of ease wash over me. "Well," I say with a wink, "as long as you know that I'll be holding you to that."

As the night wears on and sleep begins to claim me, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us. There are so many possibilities stretching out before us, and for once in my life, I feel like I'm finally ready to embrace them all - with Dallas by my side.

Her breath comes faster as she watches him struggle with his desire. She knows he needs release, but she wants it to be slow and torturous. With one hand still wrapped around his cock, she reaches out to cup his face, her thumb brushing over the stubble on his cheek. "Please," she whispers, looking into his eyes pleadingly. "Don't... don't come yet."

With a shuddering breath, she feels her own desire surging through her body as he looks at her with such intense hunger. "I can't... I need to feel you," she whispers, her voice ragged and desperate. Releasing his cock for a moment, she unzips her skirt and slides it down her legs, revealing her black lace thong that clings to her wet folds. "Here..." She guides him forward, positioning him between her spread legs. "Please..."

I feel the tension building inside me again, my body aching for release and your touch. The way you watch me, so confident and dominant... it's driving me wild. I want to feel you inside me again, filling me up and claiming me completely. My hips rock harder against your hand as I moan out a plea: "Please, Dallas..."

My fingers dig into the desktop, nails leaving half-moons in the wood as I struggle to remain still.

I gasp as you finally push inside of me again, filling me up with your hard length. My body trembles with anticipation and desire as I feel your hands on my hips, guiding me in rhythm with your thrusts. "Harder," I pant, my voice ragged from the pleasure coursing through me. My fingers curl into fists once more, nails digging into the desktop as I try to remain still for you.