It was the wickedness of the smile upon his lips that sent a wave of arousal through her that convinced Lane things were about to get very, very good. She bit her lip as she looked down at him, her face a mask of both eagerness and anticipation, she could already tell where he was headed with this. It was only when his mouth pressed against her heated core that she let her head fall back against the pillow. Her right hand slid over her side, down her torso, until it found his head. Her fingers ran through his hair then, alternating between massaging and gripping, depending on what kind of pressure he applied with his mouth, tongue and eventually his fingers.<br/><br/>"<i>James</i>..." she moaned, a pressured and breathy sound. His question about her coming for him elicited an arch of her back and a moan with a bit more backing to it. Despite her sexual experience, which was not great but not non-existent, none of the men she had slept with had really show much interest in oral sex, at least not in giving it. Only one among them had really given it a good try, and he was rather rubbish at it. Like most women, she had discovered that while women were fairly well acquainted with the functions and pleasurable areas of the male body, most men were not in the same boat. For most, a female's sex was uncharted waters, strange and sometimes scary, but it was clear that for James this was not the case. He had captained ships into the wild unknown many time, and mastered its waves.<br/><br/>Because of this, Lane did her best to keep her orgasm just out of reach, calming her mind back a little bit each time it flushed forward. He was so damn talented with that tongue and those fingers, she decided to do as he bid and be selfish, prolonging the pleasure he gave her as long as she could. Eventually, she could hold back no longer and her body when taught beneath his machinations, arching and bucking, humping against his face. Lane came hard, her inner muscles pulsing wildly around his fingers and her mind white hot with the rapture of the moment. She rewarded his efforts with a breathy proclamation as she reached climax. "I'm coming! I'm coming..." Which was followed by many breath filled shrieks.<br/><br/>Her body was like jelly then, she relaxed back into the bed, legs still twitching slightly from the spasming of her muscles. Her breath came out in pants as she tried to regain it. Fried as she was, she fought through the fog of after climax, attempting to string words together, though it felt much more difficult than it normally had.<br/><br/>"You should consider going pro in that. I'm surprised any woman from your past let you go, with...abilities... such as that." She said. Lane looked down at him with half-lidded green eyes, even in the haze of pleasure she realized just how bad this was going to be. She could drown in him, so easily. It was more than the sex, which was fantastic, but even know she could see he was a little more broken than he wanted her to see. A lot more lost than he was likely willing to admit. Her gaze softened with the thought, but she knew then he was right, she was not destined for a house and two kids. If her preternatural senses had a compass of destiny, the red arrow would be pointing directly at the man who currently had his head between her thighs.<br/><br/>Her heart felt heavy with the realization, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He had his dark parts, of that much she was sure, and she would see them with time. In someway, he had been more giving in a day that some of her boyfriends had been in years. There was a balance between them, already building to an evenness. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and smirked down at him, again biting her lip.<br/><br/>"Do you get to be selfish now, or do we share in the selfishness?"