There's so much to feel, so much of him to touch, Aerith feels like she's being pulled in a hundred different directions and she wants to yield herself over to them all. That eagerness reveals itself in the way her hands move over him, fanning out over the top of his hips before trailing upward again, her palms flat in an effort to touch as much of him as she can.
He grabs her and pulls her near, making her breathe his name in surprise, barely giving her a second to guess what's coming when he shifts, reversing their positions. The ache between her thighs flares when she realizes she's ended up caught between him and the bed beneath them. She's imagined this before - most vividly after he left her room the night of her birthday - but it pales in comparison to experiencing it for real.
As greedily as before her hands move, cupping over the angles of his shoulder blades before skimming down, her eyes bright when he settles his gaze on her face. His touch runs down her body, leaving her squirming by the time his fingers delve between her thighs to tease her with maddeningly broad feeling pressure. Her lips press together as she squirms beneath his touch seeking out more of this even as a pleasured hum escapes her lips. Her face is flushed but she doesn't look away, wanting to watch him as much as he seems to want to watch her. She follows his lead, one of her hands skirting around his side before delving lower, finding the line of his hips again and following it until the tips of her fingers trail along the length of his cock.
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Date: 2023-03-07 01:04 am (UTC)He grabs her and pulls her near, making her breathe his name in surprise, barely giving her a second to guess what's coming when he shifts, reversing their positions. The ache between her thighs flares when she realizes she's ended up caught between him and the bed beneath them. She's imagined this before - most vividly after he left her room the night of her birthday - but it pales in comparison to experiencing it for real.
As greedily as before her hands move, cupping over the angles of his shoulder blades before skimming down, her eyes bright when he settles his gaze on her face. His touch runs down her body, leaving her squirming by the time his fingers delve between her thighs to tease her with maddeningly broad feeling pressure. Her lips press together as she squirms beneath his touch seeking out more of this even as a pleasured hum escapes her lips. Her face is flushed but she doesn't look away, wanting to watch him as much as he seems to want to watch her. She follows his lead, one of her hands skirting around his side before delving lower, finding the line of his hips again and following it until the tips of her fingers trail along the length of his cock.
"You're perfect."