"That was my answer too," she nods, grinning as her eyes flutter shut, basking in the warmth of his mouth against her neck.
"Taking you home tonight is going to be up there too, I can tell already." Aerith ducks her head just enough for him to catch the smirk curving across her lips before her mouth captures his in another kiss.
His cock juts inside her, hips twitching even as he chuckles against her. "Already thinking of more? I don't know if my old bones can keep up with your youthful appetite."
It's not remotely going to be a problem. By the time they get back to their room, he'll be more than recovered, and the idea of her wanting him yet again is alluring enough to already have him thinking of how else he can please her.
Briefly, an image comes to mind of her dressed in tight, revealing straps, his own clothing scant and taught as he kneels to give her head, a softer lead tugging at his collared neck and fine stockings up his thighs. He moans against her, the ache of want threatening to get him hard again right here. He's had unbidden fantasies before, but none of that flavor, and certainly none that specific.
Comfortably caught up in him, Aerith's dazed but she doesn't miss the way he moans, his cock seeming to twitch inside her. Turning her head, she kisses his temple while humming curiously.
"Sounds like your old bones are doing just fine my love." Aerith laughs softly against his skin before tipping her chin down to catch his earlobe in her teeth, tugging gently.
There's a restless hunger all the orgasms he brought her to hasn't quite tamped down - the memory of him with the chain of gems around his neck still burning hot in her recollection. Something about having him in her thrall like that, and following her every order was more appealing than she expected it, and the memory of it only makes her hungrier for more.
It's hard to tell if her laugh on his skin or the teeth on his ear is more arousing. Maybe that's beside the point; she's always alluring, and he's finding it deeply gratifying that she still wants more of him.
"I think," he says, moving his head to kiss down her neck again, still not relinquishing her from his hold, "I want you in our bed the next time. Or at maybe the counter in the bathroom." The fantasy is still there, though, leaving him breathless as his cock twitches again. "And -- maybe we can play more of these games." He's not sure how many things they have that could make that a reality, or if it's something she'd want, but...even part of it sounds divine. He finds, too, something wonderful about breaching new territory with her. He might not have been a virgin when they met, but this has the same kind of pleasant weight to it.
Eyes fluttering closed, Aerith turns her face towards him and tucks her chin, pressing kisses to the top of his head as she basks in the warmth of his lips on her throat. They do need to unwind from one another and go back to the Strahl at some point but, not yet, this all feels too perfect for her to want to move anywhere.
A thrill runs through her body when he suggests doing more of this again, leaving her shifting her hips against him slightly, her body moving without thinking in response to the idea. "I want to find something better to call you than my servant. My beloved maybe."
He breathes out raggedly at the way she shifts against against him when he proposes doing this again. "I like that," he murmurs, and it's true. Something about it eases a good deal of the tension he felt, like he's being claimed and cherished instead of expected to perform. It suits them better.
Any title pales compared to what she is to him. The respect of queen or princess chafe against her past. His florist or his healer aren't right for this game they are playing.
"Do you like my flower of life?" The question is more deferential than he usually feels, but he finds himself wanting her approval, and even more wanting her to feel cherished and safe and wildly aroused if they're going to explore this further.
She leans into how exciting it is to talk about experimenting with acting like this, and grins at the question, nuzzling his cheek.
"It's too long to moan." Aerith follows the statement up with a gentle nip to his neck, chuckling against his skin as she takes a moment to consider. "What about my lady? That might be nice to hear you call me when you beg to come."
Aerith catches herself after she says it and blushes, shocked at the way her mouth seemingly ran away with itself while voicing desires like that.
He's speechless for a moment, chest tight and cheeks flushed. He moans lightly as she nips his neck again, fingers tracing over her back as he holds her. "You like hearing me moan and beg, do you?" The ache that flares in him at the observation is still surprising, but it's divine too.
"You've come so far from that innocent virgin who was afraid of being kissed in public, my lady," he teases as he smoothes back her hair, heat kicking again as he tries out the term. But something still feels a little like being at the edge of a chasm, and he holds her tight to him, murmuring in her ear, "My love."
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"Taking you home tonight is going to be up there too, I can tell already." Aerith ducks her head just enough for him to catch the smirk curving across her lips before her mouth captures his in another kiss.
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It's not remotely going to be a problem. By the time they get back to their room, he'll be more than recovered, and the idea of her wanting him yet again is alluring enough to already have him thinking of how else he can please her.
Briefly, an image comes to mind of her dressed in tight, revealing straps, his own clothing scant and taught as he kneels to give her head, a softer lead tugging at his collared neck and fine stockings up his thighs. He moans against her, the ache of want threatening to get him hard again right here. He's had unbidden fantasies before, but none of that flavor, and certainly none that specific.
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"Sounds like your old bones are doing just fine my love." Aerith laughs softly against his skin before tipping her chin down to catch his earlobe in her teeth, tugging gently.
There's a restless hunger all the orgasms he brought her to hasn't quite tamped down - the memory of him with the chain of gems around his neck still burning hot in her recollection. Something about having him in her thrall like that, and following her every order was more appealing than she expected it, and the memory of it only makes her hungrier for more.
"Something on your mind, servant?"
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"I think," he says, moving his head to kiss down her neck again, still not relinquishing her from his hold, "I want you in our bed the next time. Or at maybe the counter in the bathroom." The fantasy is still there, though, leaving him breathless as his cock twitches again. "And -- maybe we can play more of these games." He's not sure how many things they have that could make that a reality, or if it's something she'd want, but...even part of it sounds divine. He finds, too, something wonderful about breaching new territory with her. He might not have been a virgin when they met, but this has the same kind of pleasant weight to it.
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A thrill runs through her body when he suggests doing more of this again, leaving her shifting her hips against him slightly, her body moving without thinking in response to the idea. "I want to find something better to call you than my servant. My beloved maybe."
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Any title pales compared to what she is to him. The respect of queen or princess chafe against her past. His florist or his healer aren't right for this game they are playing.
"Do you like my flower of life?" The question is more deferential than he usually feels, but he finds himself wanting her approval, and even more wanting her to feel cherished and safe and wildly aroused if they're going to explore this further.
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"It's too long to moan." Aerith follows the statement up with a gentle nip to his neck, chuckling against his skin as she takes a moment to consider. "What about my lady? That might be nice to hear you call me when you beg to come."
Aerith catches herself after she says it and blushes, shocked at the way her mouth seemingly ran away with itself while voicing desires like that.
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"You've come so far from that innocent virgin who was afraid of being kissed in public, my lady," he teases as he smoothes back her hair, heat kicking again as he tries out the term. But something still feels a little like being at the edge of a chasm, and he holds her tight to him, murmuring in her ear, "My love."