Lane had expected him to follow her as she found her bliss.  She had seen his own desire, his controlling slipping, through half-lidded eyes as her own pleasure plateaued, and yet he had somehow held back.  She supposed that several lifetimes of experience likely benefited him in areas such as this one.  Even if he had not finished, she had expected him to give her a moment's rest to regain her senses, but he afforded her no such luxury.  She shifted, like clay in his hands to be molded, until they found their new position.  Lane bucked slightly, as his hands grazed the area between her legs that was still a bit too sensitive.<br/><br/>She cried out when he neared her aching clit, even though he did not touch the area directly.  The orgasm that had rocked her body was caused by penetration, not clitoral stimulation, so her body seemed to still crave the caresses his teasing fingers promised.  She opened her mouth to beg him to touch her there, but before the words could escape her lips, he had already told her what was about to happen.  Another cry escaped Lane as he bucked his hips forward, a strong wave of pleasure punctuating the motions of his cock and his fingers.  Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lane knew she had only dealt with inexperienced and selfish partners in the past, because none of them even held a candle to the way this man was now manipulating her.  He was playing her like an instrument he had spent his entire life practicing on, all skilled fingers and even motions.  Was it like this for every woman he was with?  Or was she special?<br/><br/>"Fuck, James!"  She gasped as he began to fuck her with a strong and steady rhythm.  He wanted her to lose some control to him, but even now, that was so difficult to do.  The bliss soaking her brain had done it's best to drown out her insecurities and concerns, but they were still lurking in the shadows of her mind.  Losing control would test the very boundaries of those shadows, and possibly force things into the light she was not ready to face.  Like the fact that this man, the one driving her so quickly to a second, life-shattering orgasm, was a drug addict with a mysterious and troubling past.  Or the fact that she had known him less than 72 hours, and she was already willing to risk her life to save his.  Another thrust of his hips quieted those thoughts, and Lane narrowed her focus to driving her own body back against his, even though she very much intended to let him continue to lead.<br/><br/>It barely took much beyond that.  Lane began to rock against him, her lips seeking his as his face pressed against her cheek.  "I think...I think you're better at this than you used to be..." She attempted to tease, but the words came out more desperate than playful.  Adella had never had any complaints about the time she spent between the sheets with James, but through her ancestor's memories, Lane could tell he had picked up a thing or two in the last 150 years.  His thrusts continued their relentless and abrasive rhythm, until she could not hold back her orgasm.  Lane's body went suddenly taut and tight, as the first wave of rapture rocked its way through her.  She moaned, deeply, as her mind lost all sense of everything around her, except for the pleasure he had mounted within her.  "Yes, yes, James!  I'm cumming..."  She gasped out, as her hips lost the rhythm she had established in favorite of the random spasming and clenching of her inner and outer muscles.<br/><br/>He had done it with such infinite ease.  Even as she came down from the second climax, she knew this was not over.  He had said she would be begging for him to stop, and though she had not known him long, she knew that he would make good on his word in this instance.