[ To Aerith, it feels like every cell in her body is keyed up, hyperfocused on each detail and sensation, unwilling to let herself miss a single thing that passes between them. For all her heart pounds while they kiss, it's eclipsed in a heartbeat in the wake of that giddy, heady, swoop low in her stomach when his breath warms against the crook of her neck while the hard press of his cock achingly close to where she wants him most sets her awareness alight. She turns her head, hiding her face in the silk of his hair
His hips lift, and the first twinges of pleasure that roll through her as he sinks into her makes her gasp, the hand on his back pressing flat, holding him to her as her thighs tighten around him, seemingly trying to obliterate every last trace of space between their bodies. The sound of his name follows the sound of hers, soft and sweet, like he's everything she could ever want, and she's been kept waiting a painfully long time. Watching him through half-closed eyes as he lifts his head and meets her gaze, the color clinging to the apples of her cheeks goes a darker shade of pink, the dazed smile on her parted, kiss-swollen lips deepening, the portrait of astonished exhilaration. Both hands brush his hair out of his face as he moves over her, his draw too strong to deny, urging her to half sit up so she can meet that kiss halfway.
A soft gasp is stifled against his mouth as she feels him move, her own hips tipping forward, finding the right degree of tilt that allows her to roll up and meet his thrusts with the same eagerness she kisses him with. It's only once she's breathless that Aerith draws away, and even then it's minimal, just far enough to catch her breath and whisper his name while close enough to let her lips brush against his as she does.
As if saying it drove some point home for her, Aerith's arm wraps around his back, possessive and almost dizzy with delight as she holds him closer, the slick walls of her cunt trembling in time with her racing pulse, holding onto him with everything, wrapping around him as she gives herself over to the moment. ]
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Date: 2025-01-15 02:57 am (UTC)His hips lift, and the first twinges of pleasure that roll through her as he sinks into her makes her gasp, the hand on his back pressing flat, holding him to her as her thighs tighten around him, seemingly trying to obliterate every last trace of space between their bodies. The sound of his name follows the sound of hers, soft and sweet, like he's everything she could ever want, and she's been kept waiting a painfully long time. Watching him through half-closed eyes as he lifts his head and meets her gaze, the color clinging to the apples of her cheeks goes a darker shade of pink, the dazed smile on her parted, kiss-swollen lips deepening, the portrait of astonished exhilaration. Both hands brush his hair out of his face as he moves over her, his draw too strong to deny, urging her to half sit up so she can meet that kiss halfway.
A soft gasp is stifled against his mouth as she feels him move, her own hips tipping forward, finding the right degree of tilt that allows her to roll up and meet his thrusts with the same eagerness she kisses him with. It's only once she's breathless that Aerith draws away, and even then it's minimal, just far enough to catch her breath and whisper his name while close enough to let her lips brush against his as she does.
As if saying it drove some point home for her, Aerith's arm wraps around his back, possessive and almost dizzy with delight as she holds him closer, the slick walls of her cunt trembling in time with her racing pulse, holding onto him with everything, wrapping around him as she gives herself over to the moment. ]