She almost did come when he bid her do so, it was a flare that brought her so close to the edge she was amazing she didn't tumble right over it. When his hand replaced her own, ground against his fingers, his rhythm was perfect and overwhelming in such a perfect way. She had never felt like this before, so completely bombarded with utter rapture. She could tell he too was on the cliff of ecstasy, the way his rhythm began to stutter and lose its pace. It was the feeling of him pulsing inside her, staggering to thrust against her, that finally pulled her completely over the edge. Lane came, hard. Harder than she ever remembered cumming. Where he went rigid, she spasmed and shook beneath him, muscles contracting around him and in her thighs.<br/><br/>When she heard her name, her toes curled, rolling with one last wave of pleasure. Her breath came in shuddering pants and at first, it was all she could do to nod to his words. The promise of doing this again, of letting him have control, was enticing and filled her with another sudden flood of arousal. Despite the complicated plumbing that women supposedly possessed, once her engine got going, it was easy to keep it thrumming, low and strong. Her thighs quivered and trembled with the aftershocks of their fucking. This was not how she expected the evening to go, but it was obvious that she should take his words, even those spoken with sarcasm, seriously.<br/><br/>"I don't think... That will be a problem," she said through panted breaths.<br/><br/>She breathed a moment longer and then twisted so her lips once again met his. Her hand came up and under his chin, tilting his mouth to meet hers. She kissed him, long and deep, her lips open and complaint with any exploration he chose to do, but her tongue moved defiantly into his mouth. It was more confidence than she might normally express, but there was no sense in being shy or reserved after what just occurred.<br/><br/>When she pulled back, she did finally spy the wound he spoke of on his thigh. Her eyes flickered down to it, then back up to him. Lane didn't want to ruin the moment, but her curiosity got the better of her and she slid a hand on his chest and arched a brow at him.<br/><br/>"Does it hurt? Even now?" She was so awash with orgasm, she could not imagine anything hurting at a time like this.