Grunts, groans, and moans all mixed together as he sped up. There was absolutely no pain anymore, other than perhaps the build up returning. Her entire body was overheating with the work they were doing now. Sweat dribbling along her neck and breasts. Her hair was getting sticky, clinging to her skin. The faster he went, the less she felt the need to keep her hands on her nub. Until she moved her hand back up to it's place with her other hand on his back.<br/><br/>Both of them clawed madly into his skin as her knees became weak. She could not put them back in their place. So they simply rest at his sides, slowly spreading wider apart as she tried to open up even more to him. Her breasts bounced high, slapping against herself and hitting against his chest as well. Her wild panting made it difficult to give him kisses as she worry she might pass out if she did not allow herself air. Still she pecked him on the lips several times as she wanted him to know she wanted to be making<em>love</em>to him, and not just<em>fucking.</em><br/><br/>She wanted to tell him, she loved him too, but she could not get the words to come. She was perhaps<em>scared</em>to love him. As she didn't know what it would bring.<br/><br/>"J-james you're going to make me explode!" She said as fast as she could with one breath. She wasn't sure what would happen if she did, since he was buried deep inside her. Would her juices be able to escape?