His gaze sweeps the column of her spine, to her freckle-dusted shoulders. He searches her eyes for the truth even though he doesn't disbelieve her. Hap runs a hand along her thigh, setting himself between her legs.

"If that's how you like it," he says, softer than any words he's uttered all evening. Hap positions the head of his cock at her cunt, coats it in her arousal. He braces his other hand on her hip, looking at her as long as she'll look at him, and pushes in slowly. The pace will soon be unforgiving, their demands of each other intemperate, and his promise that he hasn't forgotten is in the strength of his grip.