If Jason were the type to make quips, he might joke about him not being God but someone else but he can barely think straight so he sure as hell isn't going to make jokes. No, he's just going to focus on their bodies, how his feels inside of hers, how much longer he might be able to keep going before his body betrays him and he can't hang on any longer.

He says her name against her neck and pumps his hips harder and harder, finding that string of control that had been keeping him slow and somewhat steady snapped. He doesn't think she'll mind though.