“Oh, Beck?—”
“Say my name, love,” he half coaxes, half demands. His thumb strokes harder. And I can’t help it. I rock harder. Wanting more of him.
Needing more of him.
“Beck—”
His jaw clenches. “Come for me, Hattie.”
He needs me to come. He needs me to come right now.
My man can be patient. He’s been so patient.
He waited for me. He waited for me to figure my shit out. Waited for me to find the confidence to trust him.
He might not have loved it. But he gave it just the same.
Is there any other man on the planet who would’ve stuck by me like he did?
Beck loves me like no one else has.
“Beck—” My voice is pulled tight, a mewl. A plea. “You love me so good… You love me so good?—”
“Fuck yeah, I love you—” He says it almost angrily. But the look in his eyes isn’t angry. It’s deep. So goddamn deep.
I dive right in.
“I love you, B?—”
He hooks me around the neck and tugs me down to his mouth as my climax hits, kissing me deep and then deeper as I feel him shudder beneath me.
Inside me.
Words slip through teeth and tongues. Promises. Vows.
Never leave.
Never let go.
Always.
Ever.
Love you.
Love you.
Love you.
It seems like ages before our breaths quiet enough to hear the cricket again.
We’re silent for what seems like a long time, still holding tight to one another. It’s only when I shiver that Beck shifts us to our sides, slips from me, and then tugs the sleeping bag over us.
When he pulls me close beneath the downy weight, I sigh in utter bliss.
“That was…” I search for the right words. The words to share that I’m surprised but wholeheartedly approve. “Intense.”
Beck chuckles and snuggles me into him. It’s the warmest earthquake.
