[Rebecca lays there, arms stretching out overhead languidly as she groans and watches him. Her eyes drift up to the ceiling, glazing before closing while her body rock; not an inch of her isn't tingling or feeling orgasmic so she's quite content. But for his sake she tries to keep her wits about her and move when she can, despite weak as jelly legs.
Have they had sex this amazing before? They have, she's sure, but it's been in smaller doses. They're going to have to keep up their endurance play. She likes, she likes.] Christ, Aidan-- Christ. This is-- so good. I'm going to walk crooked all day.