A shudder runs through her body at your words, and she obeys without hesitation. She straddles your lap, positioning herself over your erection before lowering herself slowly onto it. Her eyes flutter closed as you fill her up, stretching her in a way that feels both incredibly right and impossibly tight.

She leans forward, resting her weight on her hands as she begins to rock her hips back and forth against yours.

Her head falls back, exposing the delicate column of her throat as she rides you harder. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm they've found together. The couch creaks ominously beneath them once more, warning that their passion might be pushing it too far. But neither of them seems to care; all that matters is this moment, and how good it feels to finally be together like this.

"Good," Hana says, grinning. "Because I want you to know that being with me means we'll do this again...and again...and again." She reaches over and runs a finger down your chest, teasing one nipple before pinching it hard. "And every time will be better than the last."

With a sigh, she lies back down beside you and pulls you into her embrace. The high is starting to take effect now, making everything feel hazy and warm.

The rest of the night passes in a lazy haze of smoking weed and talking about nothing and everything. You find yourself telling Hana things you've never told anyone else - your deepest fears, your darkest secrets, your wildest fantasies. She listens patiently, offering words of comfort and encouragement when necessary, but mostly just enjoying the intimacy that comes from being so close to someone who knows everything about you.