He was a scientist. Someone who yearned to know the makings of things - of everything - with the unerring, maddening, ceaseless obsession of drive. She might have wondered inwardly what drove him now to drive her over the precipice several times over like he was when it was both simple and complex. He was intoxicated by the taste of her on his lips, of the way her insides clenched around his fingers in spasms. His instincts followed the gyration of her hips, choppy and wanton, as well as the way her fingers clenched in his hair. It was the science, the biology, of figuring out how it all came together that drove him.<br/><br/><br/>His fingers took up the same deliberate rhythm as his tongue, the rough pads creating friction against her inner walls that left the digits soaked with her digits. It was a subtle thrust that he used, gradually but intentionally thrusting the pair inside her while keeping the pressure against her most sensitive parts. His tongue also kept its sweeping pressure, probing past the hood that protected her clit to shock the nerves directly until she was once more bucking up against him and pushing his head with the palm of her hand. It became a game of easing off the sensitive cluster to tease his tongue against the sodden folds of her nether lips to applying pressure once more.<br/><br/><br/>Until he felt the flood of fluid soak his fingers, heard the gasping moans of her pleasure in his ears, and tasted the influx of her orgasm in his mouth. James growled in the back of his throat and used his free hand to grip her inner thigh, pushing it down into his mattress as his tongue strayed to replace his fingers that he eased from inside of her so that he probed her hot inner channel with the muscle. He waited until her pleads reached a crescendo before he finally pulled back, this time both hands resting on the insides of her thighs. Lifting his head, he studied her face with hooded eyes gone black with lust. Then, using the momentum of pulling herself back up onto his knees, his hands slid up to grab her hips and flip her over. One palm clapped against her ass while his other pulled back on her hip to drag her lower half back and up.<br/><br/><br/>“On your knees, angel,” he instructed, his voice gone low and husky, though the command was more of a forewarning than anything. He already had her where he wanted her with her backside in the air and her upper half pressed still into the mattress unless she chose to raise herself up on all fours. The hand that had given her ass a brisk pop moved between them to grip himself at his stem. James was still rock hard - harder, even, after his latest work - and the thick muscle twitched in his palm as his abdomen flexed as he adjusted his position.<br/><br/><br/>This time, he didn’t take his time. Once the blunt head of his cock pushed past her slick folds, he pushed forward with his hips until every inch of him finally buried inside her. He emitted a groan, a guttural, primal noise that had him tossing his head back as he throbbed inside her for a moment in bliss as he felt the aftermath of her orgasm squeeze around his cock. Then with another groan, he pulled back, his hands following suit until both rested on the twin globes that met his stare when he next opened his eyes. Gripping the soft flesh underneath his fingers, he pulled her back over him until it was her body that sunk down on him. He repeated the motion, thrusting forward and pulling her back until he had set a sensual tune that was punctuated by the sound of his pleasure humming in his throat. His thrusts only quickened with the beat of his heart that hammered in his chest, pumping blood fast and hard until he felt his balls tighten and his cock tingle. Leaning forward, he deepened the pump of his hips, his voice rasping above her. “Fuck, touch yourself, Lane,” he groaned out. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he panted right after, quickening his pace so that his hips slapped her bare cheeks with every churn of his hips.<br/><br/><br/>The remnants of his control that he had held onto for this long slipped between the cracks as his sights drifted down the curve of her spine that flared into her hips and then her backside where they joined. It was that sight, that visual, of watching himself thrust in deep only to pull out halfway, glistening from her arousal, and slam back inside her that pushed him over the edge. He moaned out loud, his hips crashing against her as his entire body tensed up and rippled. The second moan ripped from his throat as he came at least, pumping his release inside her.<br/><br/><br/>The tension fled with his orgasm. He was careful as arms slid forward, wrapping around her waist as he slumped forward and rolled to the side, dragging her back against his chest as he collapsed down on the bed and withdrawing from inside her. His breath was hot against the back of her neck, ragged from exertion, and a thin film of sweat had broken out over his body once he had settled down.<br/><br/><br/>“Don’t leave,” he breathed quietly, once the thunder clap of his heartbeat had settled and he was certain that it wasn’t about to give out again. “I know this is all kind of fucked up and weird, but don’t leave.”