Jane clutched the boy to her tightly as he came, her nails digging into his skin as she held onto him for dear life, her entire body trembling still as he filled her with that hot, sticky heat. She was breathless, her heart racing, pulse racing, as she lay there beneath him, her grip on him softening as she answered his words with a whimper. Jane moaned softly as she kissed him back, a hand entangling in his hair to pull him back for more when he attempted to pull away, kissing him for a moment longer before she was finally done, collapsing back against the wall that was behind her, suddenly wishing they'd had the foresight to at least climb onto the ratty old bed in the room. It was probably disgusting, but it would have been a little more comfortable than the floor.