Lane's hips began to rock against his fingers. She was not sure if it was his lengthy life experience or something else entirely, but he knew so well how to touch her. Just the right amount of pressure, the right spots. Pleasure rushed through her in even waves, ebbing and flowing like the tides of the ocean. His words echoed in her mind as he touched her.<i>Making it so I'm the only man you think about from now on</i>. It was not going to be a difficult feat, he had already altered her life in so many ways. There was no going back, there was no returning to the mundane way her life had been before she met him.<br/><br/>She had almost lost herself to the feelings of rapture he was inspiring, when his next question, his next demand, came. Her eyes fluttered open as he looked at her, breath coming out in heavy pants. Her gaze was lost to what her body was experiencing, but when he again spoke, it pulled her back down to reality. What did she want? Did he mean in this moment? Did he mean from life? They had been talking on so many different levels, everything so complicated and cryptic. Lane opted for the moment, because it felt like what she wanted in the future just bring more confusion and possibly pain.<br/><br/>"You. I want you. I<i>need</i>you inside of me." She said, recapturing his lips with hers. Her hand slid between them and caught his at the wrist, slowing his machinations and pulling his hand away. He had wanted to take his time with this, but the need mounting in her was not going to allow too slow of a pace. Perhaps she should have been more gentle, he had just nearly killed himself with all this magic he tried to tap into, but he had more or less been the one to initiate sexual contact. He wanted her, even after all of this, and the idea of that gave Lane the slightest glimmer of hope. Her hand went back down between them and made quick work of his pants, opening them to free the caged arousal they kept, and then she pushed them down, his boxers with them. She had never really been the kind of girl that enjoyed being on top, but everything with James felt so different than it had before.<br/><br/>Lane didn't bother removing her underwear, she simply gave his hardened erections two firm strokes, her eyes still meeting his, and then she lined the head of his cock with her most intimate area. Her gaze was still on him, still searching his eyes for something...Truth, maybe? What was to come? What the future would hold? She pressed her body down onto him, and her slick sex swallowed him easily, until she sat on top of him with her hips firmly against his. A moan escaped her lips and she broke eye contact, her back arching as she adjusted to the size of him. "Fuck, you it so perfectly." She groaned<br/><br/>Lane gyrated in leisurely circles on top of him, riding him with tender care. "And what--What do you want, James?" She mirrored his question back to him as she continued to move over him, now arching her hips enough that he slid out slightly before she slid back down. "Tell me. Tell me it all." It came out breathy and desperate, but Lane didn't care much. Her body had taken over and left her mind to operate only on the most basic levels.