Aidan's hands massaged her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples before pinching them as she ground down on him. He could feel her growing more excited in her movements, in how her breathing sped up and her body started to take her away. He wanted her to get to that point, where she just lost it all and stopped thinking and just felt and just did.

"More," he moaned, tinging his voice just slightly with need. Aidan did need her, wanted more of her. His pleasure was building but it wasn't enough, not nearly, not with all he knew she was capable of.