"Don't stop," she pants. "Fuck, Travis, don't stop—"
I don't. I suck her clit between my lips while thrusting my fingers faster, deeper, feeling her muscles start to flutter. She's close.
"Come for me, Hazel. Want to taste you when you come."
She shatters with a cry, her thighs clamping around my head as she pulses around my fingers. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks fade, then kiss my way back up her body.
"Your turn," she says, breathless and flushed.
"Not yet." I position myself at her entrance, my cock hard and aching. "I need to be inside you first."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
I push in slowly, watching her face as I fill her. She's so tight, so perfect, and the feeling of being buried inside her makes my control waver.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You feel incredible."
"Move," she demands, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Please, Travis."
I start with long, slow strokes, savoring every sensation. But it's not enough—not for either of us. She digs her nails into my back, urging me faster, harder.
"More," she gasps. "I need more."
I give her what she needs. Drive into her with enough force to make the bed frame creak, angling to hit that spot deep inside that makes her cry out. Her pussy grips my cock with every thrust, hot and slick and perfect.
"I love you," I hear myself say. The words just come out, unplanned, undeniable. "Fuck, Hazel, I love you."
She goes still for a heartbeat, her eyes wide. Then she pulls me down for a kiss that's fierce and claiming.
"I love you too," she says against my mouth. "I love you too."
I thrust harder, deeper, one hand sliding between us to circle her clit. She's close again, I can feel it in the way she's tightening around me, the way her breath catches.
"Come with me," I tell her. "Want to feel you come on my cock."
"Travis!"
"Let go. I've got you."
She comes with my name on her lips, her whole body clenching around me. The sensation sends me over the edge. I bury myself deep and come hard, filling her as pleasure crashes through me in waves.
We collapse together, breathing hard, tangled and sweat-slicked. I stay inside her for a moment, neither of us ready to move.
"I meant it," I say. "What I said."
She's quiet for a beat. "I know. Me too."
"Even though it's been less than two weeks?"
"Especially because it's been less than two weeks." She shifts to look at me. "Normal doesn't exist anymore. Fast doesn't mean wrong."
"Fair point."
We clean up without talking much. She grabs one of my shirts to sleep in, and when she climbs into bed, I pull her against me.
"You're thinking too loud," she says after a minute.
"Just running scenarios. Tomorrow's debrief with Mayson, the route back, supply chain—"
