She pressed her eyes closed and for a moment basked in the movement and sensation of it all. When he spoke, she did not try to hide the moan that escaped her lips, it caused a wave of pleasure to arc outward from her core. It was surprising to her, but she rather liked it when he spoke, inside her like this. The few other men she had been with had been the sort to be all about their own satisfaction, her first boyfriend had actually been all but silent in bed, save for a few grunts and groans when he came.<br/><br/>When she found herself pulled against him, her body continued to arch against his mouth, bowed with tension but craving any touch she could get. She could lose herself to all the feelings he rocked through her, it was more intoxicating than sex had really ever been. Her dazed mind wondered if this was because of literally centuries of practice, or if he had always been this way. In her experience, most men were not only in it for themselves, but clueless about female anatomy and desires. He was neither. If it weren't for her own fervent need, Lane was convinced he would have used his fingers to bring her to completion, maybe more than once.<br/><br/>A pleasant chill rippled up her spine when he flipped them over and swapped their positions once again. Lane wondered if he really did have some means of reading her mind as he executed the movement with fluid grace. She wanted more. They weren't making love, they barely knew each other. That sort of slow, sensual thing might come at some later point, if he even wanted such a thing. Lane ground her hips against his as he hoisted her legs up onto his shoulders, taking some of the pleasure she desired. Once he again started to take her, her hands fisted in the sheets, grasping for purchase though there was little to be found.<br/><br/>"Harder. Harder. Take me." She moaned, her voice coming out in a high and desperate whine. Her inhibitions were strangely low, she had never cried out quite like that with another partner. Maybe she had just never found the right partner.<br/><br/>Lane bit her bottom look and locked her gaze with his. The moment felt suddenly intimate and heavy. Her face contorted now and then, when a thrust caused either a wave of pleasure or the slightest bit of exquisite pain. She could only hold his eyes with hers so long, before she fully surrendered herself over to the growing crescendo of bliss encompassing her body. Her left hand released the sheets and slid between her legs, her lower lips were full and swollen, a clear sign of her complete arousal. Her pointer and middle fingers slipped between the full folds and began to massage quick circles against her clit, which was only made more delicious by his the rhythm of his pounding.<br/><br/>"Oh yes! Yes!" She gasped as she teetered closer and closer to the edge.