Both of her thighs squeeze around his as she angles her hips down, pressing her folds flush against his leg. The thought that he can feel how warm and wet she already is, even through the fabric makes the tensing ache already building through her deepen.

The hand not keeping that string of gems playfully tight runs down his body, her palm flattening against the hard line of his cock, caressing him through his pants as the rough way he teases her nipples makes her gasp sharply.

"Did you think about how I was touching myself to thoughts of you too?" Aerith turns her head, nuzzling the side of his face, urging him to look up so she can kiss him again, giving him a smile that's as loving and affectionate as it is full of desire.

"I think making you beg is a good reward for your patience."