She can feel his tongue slide inside her again and her shoulders press back against the bed, back arching as she cries out his name. The hand in his hair tenses, pulling at it as her free one moves, first to ball a fist in the blankets beneath her as she shudders from the way he quickens the rhythm of his tongue.
"Balthier," she pants, thighs tensing as she lets the blankets go in favor of cupping her breast, catching her nipple between two of her fingers, egging on the climax building within her. "It feels," her body goes tense, toes curling as her thighs squeeze against him, crying out loudly as her orgasm rushes through her.
Hearing her cry his name like this makes his whole body shudder, moan buzzing through him as his tongue plows deeper. He can feel arousal stirring in him again, and when he notices her cupping her breast, he moves one hand to the other, keen to give her so much sensation she can't think.
It hardly takes any time, and he inhales sharply as she tightens around him, pressing through her orgasm until she starts to relax. He gives her one last good lathe of his tongue before letting her go, eyes bright and breath heavy, grinning smittenly as he moves to lean over her, gently sliding a knuckle over her face and his fingers into her hair. "You are perfect," he purrs, eyes trying to take in all of her before he bends down to plant light kisses on her brow, her forehead, her cheekbones, her nose, and then finding her lips again.
Her thighs tingle, and she's sure the blankets beneath her feel somehow softer in the aftermath, still catching her breath when he moves over her and kisses her again. The taste of herself on his mouth sends a fresh pang of heat through her, leaving her shivering as she breathlessly returns the kiss.
"I love you," Aerith breathes, her fingers coming to brush his cheek as she presses light kisses against his mouth over and over. "I love you so much Balthier." And it's so much more than the way he made her feel just then. There's a sense of peace and contentment that comes with being with him that she doesn't know if she's ever had before.
He grins, the earnestness of that admission enough to make his eyes sting as he kisses her back, humming into one last deeper kiss before he nestles down against her, letting his weight drape over her stomach and his legs sprawl out between hers. "The feeling is mutual," he murmurs. He keeps pressing kisses the side of her face as he strokes her hair, sighing contentedly as his other arm shifts beneath her so he can pull them close.
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"Balthier," she pants, thighs tensing as she lets the blankets go in favor of cupping her breast, catching her nipple between two of her fingers, egging on the climax building within her. "It feels," her body goes tense, toes curling as her thighs squeeze against him, crying out loudly as her orgasm rushes through her.
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It hardly takes any time, and he inhales sharply as she tightens around him, pressing through her orgasm until she starts to relax. He gives her one last good lathe of his tongue before letting her go, eyes bright and breath heavy, grinning smittenly as he moves to lean over her, gently sliding a knuckle over her face and his fingers into her hair. "You are perfect," he purrs, eyes trying to take in all of her before he bends down to plant light kisses on her brow, her forehead, her cheekbones, her nose, and then finding her lips again.
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"I love you," Aerith breathes, her fingers coming to brush his cheek as she presses light kisses against his mouth over and over. "I love you so much Balthier." And it's so much more than the way he made her feel just then. There's a sense of peace and contentment that comes with being with him that she doesn't know if she's ever had before.
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