[That lovely thing about slipping into edge-play is immediately regretting it once you've started because your body wants to get off and you have to purposely frustrate yourself-- something that earns a groan from her almost immediately, her hips lifting to grind up against him searching for more. She reaches behind her to take a hold of the bedframe, spreading her legs wider with a heavily bitten lip.]
Fuck. Fuck. [You're doing well, Aidan. Almost too well.]