[She twists her fingers into his hair, giving it a pull as she chokes on a noise that happens at precisely the right moment. That moment where yes, she lets go, back arched and a slight sheen of sweat on her brow because fuck. You are one good damn boyfriend, Aidan. So good. So good you make her almost cry, panting against the cushioning behind her and at a loss for what now to do with her limbs.
Deep, shuddered breaths. Yep. Practice didn't really compare.] Fuck, you're - that was so good.