Once he's buried inside her, his body curving around hers as he intends to do as much as she'll let him for the rest of his life he lifted his thumb away from her clit, groaning in reluctance even as he brought that hand to her other leg, squeezing the round of her hip. Mind reeling as he brought her other leg up, his chest pressing to hers to pin her back against the tree and keep them both upright, his cock buried inside of her.

Bill's mouth drew back from hers, his attention focused on the feel of her body and the sound of her voice. He thought he could feel her heart against his chest, though from the way his own boomed against his ribs it might have been impossible but to feel anything but the rush of his blood and the heat of her around him. Their bodies positioned in such a way that he couldn't pull away from her even if he wanted to Bill rolled his hips, thrusting into her slowly, his body seeking to drive as deeply into her as he could each time.

"You're perfect," yes she was beautiful, yes, she was extraordinary, but she was so much more. Fiery and brilliant and soft and warm. The scent of her skin filled his head. Bills lifted his head enough to looked down at her, thunderstruck at the sight of her face at that moment. "Mine," he didn't ask it, and his hips moved forward in a brief burst of rough quickness, as his half-closed eyes watched her face eagerly for a response.