Deja smiled as she tightened her hand around the base of his dick and concentrated on lowering herself onto him as slowly as possible. She wanted to ride him until their emotional wheels fell off, and based on the way his muscles strained and trembled underneath her, he wanted that too, but Deja had given this a lot of thought while grading her final essays and exams and taking in all the last-minute extra credit assignments and fielding the angry and sad emails about grade changes, and she had decided that if the two of them were going to spend a month and a half apart, she wanted to make sure he remembered her. A lot could change in six weeks, and she didn’t want one of those things to be Alejandro’s feelings for her. So she lowered herself onto his dick, squeezed her pussy tight around him — gritting her teeth because he felt so good — and then lifted just as slowly, only to repeat it all again.

Even though they only had a few hours left, Deja forced herself to pretend as if she and Alejandro had all the time in the world, and she fucked him slower and slower until they were both one entwined, sweaty, shivering mess.

“Deja, fuck,” Alejandro said before muttering a string of Spanish at her.

She was happy that she was riding him reverse cowgirl with her hands on his shins. If she’d been facing him and could see that adorable way he bit his lip when he was trying not to come, she knew she wouldn’t have been able to stick to her plan.

He grabbed her waist and pumped his hips upward, desperate to get deeper and deeper inside her. “Not yet,” she moaned, circling her hips to accentuate the point.

“Deja, just fuck me. Please,” he begged.

It was music to her ears. Maybe if they really had more than a few hours, she would have continued to torture him — and herself — and ignored that outburst, but the reality of their time constraints and the pull of her own need made her crumble. She laughed, ground her pussy down on him, and then moved her hips up and down in short jerking motions.

“Deja!” His hiss was delicious.

“I’m fucking you,” she giggled, her breath giving out in a weak rasp at the last word. “This is what you wanted.”

“Faster,” he said, accentuating that word with a jerking pump of his hips that made them groan in unison.

Deja’s head fell back, and she shivered as he slid a hand up her sweaty back.

If he wanted, Alejandro could have flipped her onto her stomach and fucked her into his mattress. He’d done it more than once. But just as much as she wanted him to remember her, he seemed to want the same.

Deja turned her head to look at Alejandro over her left shoulder.