She moves with him, lost to the blissful business of kissing him, her tongue gently brushing against his even as she does her best to try and figure out what she's supposed to do. It's easier to let instinct steer, she's realizing, already feeling thoroughly rewarded by his reaction to the way the dressing gown slips off her shoulders and down her body.
Balthier reclines, his words making the flush clinging to her skin burn with fresh heat. She wants this, she wants him, and that eagerness finds her following every clue he gives her in the hopes of ending up closer to him. Aerith shrugs the oversized robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around them on the bed before she draws close again, her body curving over his as the peaks of her breast brush against his chest.
The pads of her fingers brush his cheeks as she lingers there, body hovering over his, close, but not quite close enough to satisfy the need seeping through her body, radiating out from where it flares between her thighs. That heat is spurred on by the hard press of his stiffening cock against her, though the barrier the towel between them provides is proving to be a maddeningly dense barrier.
"Is this okay?" Aerith murmurs the question against his mouth, the beat of her heart picking up a step, worried, suddenly, that just like her birthday her lack of knowledge when it comes to this brand of closeness will drive him away again.
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Date: 2023-03-05 05:20 pm (UTC)Balthier reclines, his words making the flush clinging to her skin burn with fresh heat. She wants this, she wants him, and that eagerness finds her following every clue he gives her in the hopes of ending up closer to him. Aerith shrugs the oversized robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around them on the bed before she draws close again, her body curving over his as the peaks of her breast brush against his chest.
The pads of her fingers brush his cheeks as she lingers there, body hovering over his, close, but not quite close enough to satisfy the need seeping through her body, radiating out from where it flares between her thighs. That heat is spurred on by the hard press of his stiffening cock against her, though the barrier the towel between them provides is proving to be a maddeningly dense barrier.
"Is this okay?" Aerith murmurs the question against his mouth, the beat of her heart picking up a step, worried, suddenly, that just like her birthday her lack of knowledge when it comes to this brand of closeness will drive him away again.