“You never have to beg, little bird. Never.”
He thrust deep.
Hard.
“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned, and his words threw her over the edge. Her head tilted back, her hands clasping at his shoulders, looking for anything to ground her, as her body shook in pleasure.
Feeling him follow her, as his own shoulders shook, a groan leaving him, and the edges of the peak hurtling over them.
On his last thrust, he slid in deep and stilled inside of her. Letting the pleasure of them together roll over both of them.
“God I love you,” he whispered moments later, rolling to the side and holding her with him. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you for never giving up.”
***
Thank you for never giving up.
Her words were still ringing in his ears hours later. After they had ordered breakfast and come back to their room to pack. After he had pinned her up against the wall again.
Thank you for never giving up.
God.
She would never know the complete fullness that he had felt in that moment.
What he had said had been true, watching her last night, watching as she bravely gave herself over to him. Never letting her fears get in the way. Trusting him like that.
It hit him straight in the chest.
That hole that he had lived with his whole life, dealing with the ridicule of being less than perfect, all because of who his parents had been.
It was slowly healing because of her.
Her acceptance.
Her love.
Her everything.
God he loved her.
“I think that’s it,” she called, trying to shove the last of her clothes into her suitcase. Her tongue was peeking out from between her lips as she worked each shirt shoving it in, and his dick went from semihard to hard in an instant. She was so beautiful, and fucking sexy that it took his breath away.
Step away fucker.
He had already had her twice this morning. Once when he had woken her up, and another in the shower. That was on top of last night, he needed to give her a break.
“I’ll check the bedroom,” he muttered, walking back down the hallway and away from her. Checking the room, he met her out front again. He grabbed the bags and headed out to the car, her following, messing with something on her phone.
“What’s up?” he asked, realizing that he didn’t like knowing exactly what was going on with every aspect of her.
“Just texting Dr. Baker.”
“Oh?” he asked, trying to not act like the suspicious fucker that he was.
“She’s just checking in after last night.”
