"We shouldn't be doing this."
Even as she breathed the words against his sweaty neck, Quinn wrapped her legs tighter around Sam's waist, forcing him deeper with her walls. Quiet little whimpers of approval tumbled from her lips with each and every thrust of his hips, her own moving and pulsating in perfect rhythm.
She was right, of course - they shouldn't be doing this. It shouldn't be happening merely two feet from her front door, the short distance the young couple had managed to travel before they just couldn't stand the wait any longer. It shouldn't be happening at all, not when they both had other obligations to attend to and promises to be kept.
It seemed inevitable, though. Maybe it was - maybe they were destined to wind up in this situation, over and over again, despite their best intentions and deepest wishes. Maybe they were supposed to meet on that fated sidewalk all those weeks ago, and maybe they were supposed to wind up taking a step neither of them planned on taking.
It certainly felt that way to him, anyway. It felt like the fates had aligned and their wants and needs were cast aside in some sort of cosmic love affair, even if it was horribly wrong in almost every conceivable way.
"It'll be the l-last time," Sam choked out, groaning as he pressed frenzied kisses along her collarbone. It was all so overwhelming - the thoughts, feelings, and raw pleasure coursing through his body as he continued to push into her at a steady rhythm. God, why did she have to be so downright intoxicating?
His whispered promise was met with a sharp nod from Quinn, although they both knew it wouldn't actually prove to be the last time. The two had made that same vow countless times before, and they would make it countless times after that night. Regardless of how hard they tried, their 'last time' never seemed to come. They both wondered if it ever would.