Neo finally got her immersed into the orgasmic feelings he wanted her in. It was as if the blonde alchemist got her wrapped around his finger this time. Or, as he joked to himself, his erection. He consistently kept his thrusting into her for so long, he thought it was quite possible that she has climaxed many times already.<br/><br/>On the other hand, he kept his rhythm steady as he pounded her insides. He himself didn't want to climax yet as doing so would mean he would cease doing it to her. He was thorough and persistent yet controlled. He knew that moving any slower would make her orgasms slow to come and make her lose interest. But moving any faster would eventually make him ejaculate and, therefore, bring it to a close. He wanted to make sure that he got her sexually controlled the whole time, as he thrived on making someone feel these kinds of primal pleasures. With her body driven over the arm of the couch and her reacting as if it makes her lose her mind, Neo was only being aroused as he saw the whole thing happening. He had torn her clothes, touched her body and invaded her senses. And, as such, doing it was psychologically satisfying to him.<br/><br/>However, the more he moved inside her, the more irresistible the prospect of him reaching his own climax became. And he was a man who always heeded his primitive urges. And, as such, he began to carefully speed up his thrusting into her. He wanted to at least give her a few more orgasms before he himself got his own. His movements became faster and faster by each moment, until he was at his most hasty. He was trying hard to resist ejaculating inside her, even if it was inevitable by each passing second. But his thrusting only became quicker the more he kept doing it. Eventually, he himself was at the brink of his own climax, only a few second away from it.<br/><br/>And then, he finally hit his own limit, as he released all of it inside her. Even then, he kept thrusting, although it was screeching into a halt by each second passing. Until finally, it stopped. He took his now limp and satisfied length out of her and took deep breaths as he collapses on the same couch they had sex. He saw that Lexi's back was arched over the arm of the couch with her breasts hanging out, her bra pulled down, wearing a shirt torn open and the waistband and shredded remains of her pants.<br/><br/>At that point, Neo would have lit another cigarette, if not for the fact that he just recently ran out of them. As much as it annoyed him, he certainly didn't mind anymore after that session of sexual contact with the brunette woman on the couch.