[With Aidan still moving on top of her she can't help but agree wholeheartedly, there's no place she'd rather be than right where she is. Sandwiched between him and the mattress and willing to stay that way for as many orgasms as they end up milking out of the occasion. Her nails rake into his back, digging deep as she still deals with throbbing contractions and shivering afterglow. Speaking of orgasms, she's carrying quick to a second from the unrelenting pleasure of him on top of her.]
Fuck. Never--never stop. [She half laughs, breathless moan slipping into the mix. Her voice stretches, a rough whine before her hips roll suddenly and she spasms again. Softer, but still distinct.]