The slow buildup, the anticipation, seemed to be working on both of them - he seemed to want to take her, fast and rough, as much as she wanted him, but both were denying themselves the pleasure, the heat of the passion, to make for a slow, steady,<em>intense</em>lovemaking, that would drive them ever closer to the edge. Judging from the look on his face, reflected in the flickering embers of the campfire, he was as needy as she was, especially as they neared the end, but he made no move to pressure her further, but simply to enhance their experience, his hips shifting to ensure he hit all the right spots within her.<br/><br/>Eventually, seemingly an eternity later, he would begin to waver. "Ha-aah.... I am close, my lady..." he said. "If you keep this up... there is no telling what might, ahh, happen..." he said, with a grin. "I would not want to, hah, be responsible for any accidents!"