[ His words hit like little jolts of electricity, and when she hears she deserves more Aerith responds with another soft moan, shaking her hair back past her shoulders as she tilts her head, accommodating the press of his lips along her neck.
It would be so easy to lose herself to the motion of his fingers as they tease against her clit - the sensation pulsing through her, sending what has to be every nerve in her body into twitchy fits of growing want is as engrossing as it is gratifying.
He knows her, he touches her like he knows her, and desire aside - there is beauty in being known.
The hand that strokes him slows as Aerith recovers her senses long enough to remember she's got every chance in the world to drive him as out of his mind as he was to her. Keeping the hold she has on his cock tight but gentle, mimicking what she can imagine is the way her body grips him as she tenses and comes around him.
Her movements stay almost leisurely before, as she reaches the base of him she lets her hand quicken again as it moves up once more before it stills, teasing the head of him with the tight press of her palm and the brush of her thumb. ]
I definitely deserve more.
[ Aerith's hips almost curl against his touch as her free hand, reaches across her middle, pressing against his forearm as she tries to lead his touch lower, aware of how slick and hot she's become in anticipation of his touch. ]
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It would be so easy to lose herself to the motion of his fingers as they tease against her clit - the sensation pulsing through her, sending what has to be every nerve in her body into twitchy fits of growing want is as engrossing as it is gratifying.
He knows her, he touches her like he knows her, and desire aside - there is beauty in being known.
The hand that strokes him slows as Aerith recovers her senses long enough to remember she's got every chance in the world to drive him as out of his mind as he was to her. Keeping the hold she has on his cock tight but gentle, mimicking what she can imagine is the way her body grips him as she tenses and comes around him.
Her movements stay almost leisurely before, as she reaches the base of him she lets her hand quicken again as it moves up once more before it stills, teasing the head of him with the tight press of her palm and the brush of her thumb. ]
I definitely deserve more.
[ Aerith's hips almost curl against his touch as her free hand, reaches across her middle, pressing against his forearm as she tries to lead his touch lower, aware of how slick and hot she's become in anticipation of his touch. ]