"You've never been good at resisting me either," she murmurs arching herself against his hand as the pressure from his thigh leaves her rolling her hips for more, almost regretting the challenge she's just issued, already aching to feel his bare skin against her cunt, rather than the muted bliss the fabric between them causes.

Grinding against his thigh, Aerith pulls on the string of gems, nipping at his bottom lip. "Or maybe after this, I'll only let you use your fingers and your tongue to fuck me. I think feeling me get so wet and hot for you might make you beg first."