When Cameron lets go of her hand, it's only so he can touch her again, hand running over her waist to slide between them and cup her breast again. There's something exquisitely beautiful about her, the simple, all-encompassing need in her kiss that he can't help but return, wanting her more than he knows how to express, even when he already has her. "Jenny," he says again, but it's a groan now, a warning, aware enough through the haze to know he's close. He slips his hand lower to touch her clit, hoping that's going to be enough. The last thing he wants is to leave her wanting, though he'd hardly mind having to make it up to her.