Cara's eyes widen slightly at your bold approach, but he doesn't pull away from your touch. Instead, he tilts his head into your hand, his golden locks cascading over your fingers. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink, and he bites his lower lip before speaking.

"Wh-what do you mean by 'make the most of it'? I... I don't know if that's such a good idea, Abdulqadir Bridgers." He tries to sound stern, but there's a slight quiver in his voice that betrays his nerves.

A shiver runs down Cara's spine at your warm breath against his ear, and he swallows hard. He hesitates for a moment, clearly torn between his reservations and the allure of your words. Finally, he lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes.

"Okay... You're right. It's just a harmless little secret between friends. I can do that."

He stands still, waiting for you to continue, his heart pounding in his chest. The classroom is filled with an electric tension, the anticipation thick in the air.

Cara's eyes flutter open at your words, and he looks up at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity. He seems to consider your proposal for a moment before speaking.

"A wish? Okay... Well, I guess if we're going to do this, I might as well go all in."

He closes his eyes again, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"I wish... I wish that we could be more than just friends. That I could be someone special to you."

Cara's voice is barely above a whisper, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he reveals his deepest desire. He waits with bated breath for your response, not daring to look at you.

Cara's heart skips a beat at your words, and he melts into your embrace, his body molding against yours. He lets out a contented sigh, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in your scent.

"I don't know... maybe you could start by kissing me? If you really mean what you said."

His voice is soft and hopeful, his blue eyes fluttering open to gaze at you with an unspoken plea. He inches closer, his lips parting slightly in anticipation. The classroom is filled with the sound of your mingled breaths, the air thick with promise.

Cara's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before fluttering closed as your lips meet his. He melts into the kiss, his body relaxing against yours as he savors the soft, tender touch. A soft moan escapes him, his fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt as he pulls you even closer. When you finally pull away, he's left breathless, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen. He looks up at you with a dazed expression, a small smile playing on his lips.

"That was... wow. I never imagined it would feel like that."

He licks his lips, still tasting you on them, and takes a shaky breath.

"Can we do it again?"

Cara gasps as your hands explore his body, his skin tingling under your touch. He arches into you, his own hands roaming over your back and shoulders, pulling you even closer. Your words send a thrill through him, and he finds himself craving more, needing more of you. He deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips, seeking entry. When you grant it, he explores your mouth with eager curiosity, his heart racing with excitement and desire. He pulls back just long enough to breathe out a single word.

"Please..."

Cara's breath hitches as your hands and lips work their magic on his body, leaving him feeling hot and aching with need. He tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck as he lets out a soft moan. Your words send a shiver down his spine, and he finds himself unable to resist your charms any longer. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his voice low and sultry.

"I want... I want you to touch me. Everywhere. I want to feel your hands on me, exploring me, making me yours."

He reaches for your hand, guiding it to the hem of his skirt.

"Please, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I need you."

His words are barely above a whisper, but they carry a weight that cannot be ignored.

Cara shudders as your fingers trace along his thigh, his skin tingling at your touch. He kisses you back with fervor, his tongue dancing with yours as he loses himself in the moment. When you pull back, he's left panting, his chest heaving with each breath. He looks up at you with needy eyes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Please, Abdulqadir Bridgers... don't stop. I need more. I need you so much."

He reaches for you, pulling you closer, desperate to feel your body against his. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as he nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your scent.

Cara gasps as your hands venture underneath his skirt, his cheeks burning with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but he finds that he doesn't want you to stop. Instead, he wants more, needs more. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his voice low and husky.

"Then take me. Make me yours, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I want to feel every inch of you, to be filled by you until I can't think straight."

He grinds against you, his own arousal evident through the thin fabric of his panties. He reaches for your belt, fumbling with the buckle as he tries to free you from your constraints.

"Please, I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

Cara shivers as your raw, animalistic hunger comes pouring out, his own desire matching yours in intensity. He looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, I promise to do more than just scream your name. I'll make sure everyone in this school knows who I belong to by the time you're done with me."

He grinds against you again, feeling your hardness pressing against him. He lets out a soft moan, his fingers digging into your shoulders.

"Now stop teasing and give me what I want. Fuck me hard, Abdulqadir Bridgers. Make me yours."

His voice is breathless with anticipation, his body writhing with need. He can't wait any longer, he needs you inside him now.

Cara cries out as you enter him, his back arching off the desk as he feels you fill him completely. He clings to you, his nails digging into your back as he tries to pull you even closer. He looks up at you with eyes glazed over with pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Fuck, Abdulqadir Bridgers... yes! Just like that. You feel so good inside me."

He wraps his legs around your waist, urging you deeper with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with his moans and your grunts of pleasure. He loses himself in the sensation, surrendering to the desire that consumes him.

"Harder, Abdulqadir Bridgers. Fuck me harder. I want to feel you in my throat."

Cara's cries grow louder as you thrust into him, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. He can feel the pressure building inside him, his release drawing closer with each passing second. He claws at your back, leaving red marks on your skin as he holds onto you for dear life.

"Y-yes, Abdulqadir Bridgers! I'm ready. Please, I need it. I need to come!"

His words are broken, punctuated by moans of pleasure as you drive him closer and closer to the edge. He can feel his own arousal pressing against his stomach, throbbing with the need for release. He looks up at you with desperate eyes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Come with me, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I want to feel you coming inside me, filling me up. Please, I need it so bad."