She let her hands delve into his hair, pushing his face closer to her. Her body arched up to his. Max let out a gasp and a soft groan. Face damp with sweat and body trembling under his. She was straining against him, panting and yet, not willing to do anything really except keep him inside her and have him again, of course, this was about 95% her heat talking. At this point, she wasn't going to fight it and contently remain the slave of her biological screw up.
She lay there staring up at the ceiling, hair clinging damply to her face and eyes wide and open. On a second inspiration, she grinned like a wild cat and slowly raked her nails down his back to inspire him. Max knew that it would last until both of them were too tired to continue...