Lane pressed her eyes closed as he looked up at her, letting her mind drown in the feeling of him. He filled her and for a moment, she could let the world fall away. She could pretend that this was how things were supposed to feel, right? Love was chaotic, frantic and all consuming. Or at least, that was what the love she had known was like. If she delved into Adella's mind, it was much of the same. Fires that burned so hot and so quickly. His voice brought her out of those thoughts, and she tried to focus on it, to use it to anchor herself to him and this moment. She opened her eyes as he yanked her forward, her eyes pleading with him, though she was not sure what they pleaded for. Did she want him to make her beg for rest? Perhaps.<br/><br/>She let out a whimpering moan as his fingers laced in her hair, surprised at how much she enjoyed the forcefulness of his touch. Lane looked down at him, placing both of her hands on his chest and she did just as he bid her to do. Her hips began to move in slow, languid motions, meeting the already calm beat of his thrusts, ensuring as much friction as she could as pushed down against him. She had caught the subtle way he had caused her clit to grind against his hard body, so she went with it, and continued the sorts of motions that would create just the kind of feeling he had wanted. She undulated over him, moving her hips in a circular motion to get the most sensation out of their connection.<br/><br/>It didn't take long. Between her already over stimulated body, the way her senses felt new and alight, Lane felt herself steadily approaching a crescendo that showed no signs of slowing or stopping. The feelings built, and they felt different than they had before, perhaps because of all the changes that had occurred in Lane's body over the past several hours. Other people might have felt fractured or unsure about such things, but she felt empowered, more at home in her body than she had her entire life. She wanted to give him what he asked for, so she continued to ride and pull her pleasure from him, until it was too much. Lane ground her hips down upon him, losing all focus on everything around her except for him, except for the connection they now shared. The sensations continued to build until she could not really slow the pace of what was about to happen.<br/><br/>She cascaded over the edge of complete rapture and let the waves of it rock through her. Lane leaned forward, her forehead against his shoulder, moaning as it all overtook her and she shattered in his arms. Her hands clutched on to his shoulders, clinging to him. She did not have many times to compare to this moment, but it felt as if she was trying to feel some kind of deepening intimacy with him. Lane wanted more, she wanted to delve into all his mysteries and find his hidden truths. She also feared that would change everything. Those thoughts were not on the surface of her mind now, it was simply filled with the pleasure of the moment.<br/><br/>Minutes passed and she did not let go. Eventually, bits and pieces of her mind came back to reality, though they were still heavily doused in the haze of her orgasm.<br/><br/>"You...You said something about me begging you to stop?" She leaned up and a soft smirk appeared on her lips as she put the ball back in his court.