Lizzie sat up, confused, watching him regain his composure while she felt completely shattered. Xxnx He continued to thrust into her until she begged him to stop. He startled when her stocking feet came into view in front of him. He had wanted to preserve some semblance of normalcy for her during her first (and what he hoped would be her last) holiday on the run. She was lost in him, in his scent, in the touch of his hands on her body, in the feel of him buried deep inside her. “I hope you know what you mean to me,” she finished finally, staring into her cup. They broke apart, laughing. Taking a deep breath, he began to move, establishing a rhythm fast and deep, rolling his hip to hit every part of her.
