When his lips find hers again Aerith smiles against his mouth, delighting in every kiss as the hand in his hair comes down to cradle his cheek instead. She arches up when he first tells her to lay back, cuddling against him for a brief moment before moving as she's guided, simultaneously eager to see what he has in mind, and reluctant to give up any of this glorious closeness.

As much as she wants to prop herself up on her elbows and reaches for him Aerith settles back against the blankets, her teeth gently skirting over her lower lip while she watches him move over her, the faint press of his cock and the way he guides her wrists down sending a thrill through her.

He curves over her, pinning her against the bed and she shifts against him, longing for the press of his thigh against her cunt, the ache left in its absence flaring needily as his lips trail down her neck.

"The whole time?" She would sound almost petulant if it wasn't clear from the heat of her voice how turned on all this teasing was making her. Squirming again as he moves lower on her body, dragging his cock against her skin, Aerith's eyes blaze when she looks down at Balthier, her flushed face framed by her once again wild hair. Reaching for him, her hand finds his length, her palm running down one side as she presses it against her thigh, letting him feel the heat of her skin.

"How is anybody supposed to stay still like this, you feel too good."