"Please," Mila cried, tears falling onto her cheeks. "I need to come, Buck."

He had two fingers inside of her, bringing her closer and closer to an edge that she couldn't fall off of. It was torture.

"You'll come when I let you," Buck said. Supposedly it was only his right hand that was injured, so he was using his left.

He picked up speed, her juices soaking his hand. She thrust her hips to match the movement. She felt warm sparks, and she threw her head back in anticipation.

"Yes," she yelled, so close yet again. He had to let her now. This had been going on too long. She was sensitive and exhausted.

He pulled away completely, and she sobbed.

He dried her tears, giving her a rough kiss. "You took your punishment so well," he cooed. "What's your color, baby?"

"Green," she sniffled. "I want you inside of me."

"Yeah? All the way?" he asked.

She nodded, "Yes, hurry."

"So beautiful," he said, pulling down his boxers. He gave himself one long stroke. "You can come as much as you need to, okay? I'm so proud of you." He nuzzled her cheek.

He ran himself along her entrance, slicking himself as much as possible. He felt her tense.

"You have to relax," he murmured. "Take a deep breath."

She inhaled, and then exhaled. He pushed himself in.

She gave a little cry at the intrusion, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Are you okay?" he asked, staying still so she could adjust.

"I'm really sensitive," she admitted. "But I'm okay. Please keep going."

He gave her another minute, until she relaxed, her pretty eyes finding his.

"There's my girl," he soothed, rolling his hips slowly.

The uncomfortable sensation blossomed into something beyond comparison. Heat coiled in her stomach. It was so intense she saw stars, and was quickly on the edge once more.

Buck could tell she was getting close. She was squeezing him so tightly that he wasn't going to last long either. He quickened his pace.

She moaned, throwing her head back. Her hands fisted her blanket. She began to lose focus, unsure of who or where she was, only knowing the pleasure she was desperately chasing. Her skin had to be on fire.

And then she was there, finally. Warmth spilled into bliss and the tension finally eased. Everything pulsed and her vision remained unfocused. She could feel her chest rise and fall as she needed air faster than she could get.

Buck pushed his mouth onto hers desperately, only pulling back to groan. He gave a few slow, hard thrusts that made her quiver, aftershocks still racing through her.

He pulled out, spilling onto her stomach. Even in her haze, she reached for him, wanting one last kiss to seal what they had just shared.

"You always come so pretty. Such a sweet baby," he whispered against her lips. "Was it too much? Are you okay?"

She smiled, cheeks rosy, leaning up to find his lips again. "I should get mad more often."

He didn't really find that amusing but he smiled anyway. He couldn't help it, it was contagious.

"You know I'd do it again," she whispered, hand skimming his face. She was referring to earlier.

"I know. I shouldn't have gotten upset. I just can't imagine something happening to you. You are my everything."

She smiled, leaning up to brush his lips with hers. "Exactly my reason. I love you, Buck."

He smiled, "You're so amazing, so beautiful. I love you with all of my heart, Mila."

They stayed nestled in an embrace until she sighed. She could already begin to feel the soreness, and Buck had a bad headache.

"We made a mess here. Let me get you cleaned up and then let's take a nap in my room."

He cleaned her with a rag, before reaching down like he was going to carry her.

"No," she protested. "I can walk. You're hurt."

He huffed, taking her hand. Her legs felt like Jello and she stumbled a bit. It was uncomfortable, but it was bearable.

They crashed onto his bed, immediately falling asleep.

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Mila was woken sometime later by Buck who was calling her quietly.

She opened her eyes, squinting them in the low light.

"I'm hungry. Do you want to eat?"

She hummed, pulling the blanket higher over her. "What time is it?"

"Just after midnight," he mumbled.

"Come down here, please," she demanded, reaching for him. He smiled, scooting down so he was hovering over her.

She pecked his lips and his cheeks. "How's your head?"

"Does the bandage look like it needs changed?" he asked.

She pulled his head down, examining it. It was still white, so she shook her head no.

"I took some painkillers. I'm okay. You should take some too."

She nodded, stretching and wincing. "Let me see your hand."

He held it out for her to examine. There was no visible bruising or swelling which was good.

Her stomach growled loudly and she giggled, sitting up.

Buck stood offering her one of his t-shirts. He was just wearing a pair of boxers.

She was even more sore and struggled to get out of bed, but she refused to let Buck help her. He just walked patiently by her side, offering her support with his arm.

"What do you wanna eat?" he asked.

"Bacon," she answered without hesitation.

He laughed. "Bacon and eggs it is."

"I also made a pie," she said. "It's in the fridge."

"Hell yeah," he cheered. "Stay in your seat. I'll take care of this."

He slid a tall glass of water and painkillers her way. She had decided to finally let him do his thing. Besides, he looked so handsome cooking nearly naked. It was like a show.

He handed her a plate, choosing to stand on the other side of the island and eat.

"Are you worried about Dusty?" she asked as she chewed on her bacon.

He nodded. Mila knew that was the reason for some of his emotions. He loved that horse nearly as much as he loved her.

"It's normal for people to put their horses out during storms. The horse's instincts will keep them safe, but Dusty was still wearing his saddle. The reigns could've gotten caught. He could be stuck or hurt," Buck sighed.

"I'll help you look first thing in the morning," Mila promised.

"Honey, you're going to still be sore. I doubt riding a horse is what you really want to do."

"I'm a tough girl," she smiled. "But, if I don't feel good I won't go."

He nodded, deciding not to argue knowing he was going back to work as soon as the sun came up.