[Rude realizes a few things in that moment. One, that Aerith is enjoying this, and two, that he really likes the way she pulls at his head. He suddenly understands how it is that men could write beautiful poetry about the joys of being between a woman's legs. None of this has ever crossed his mind regarding Aerith until now, but he can't unfeel these things. Or unthink these thoughts. He's too far gone now.
He somehow finds the coordination to continue to lick her as he adds a second finger, his arousal aching as he feels the wet warmth around his fingers.]
Aerith. [It's a little embarrassing, Rude thinks, to be getting off to the taste of her, and the softness of her thighs brushing his facial hair. He's not even inside her and he feels like he's on the edge. On one hand he doesn't want to be pushy, but on the other he does want to be inside her when it happens inevitably.] Can I? [Even as he speaks, he's generous enough to keep circling her clit with his tongue, trying to put that inside her too when he withdraws his fingers.]
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He somehow finds the coordination to continue to lick her as he adds a second finger, his arousal aching as he feels the wet warmth around his fingers.]
Aerith. [It's a little embarrassing, Rude thinks, to be getting off to the taste of her, and the softness of her thighs brushing his facial hair. He's not even inside her and he feels like he's on the edge. On one hand he doesn't want to be pushy, but on the other he does want to be inside her when it happens inevitably.] Can I? [Even as he speaks, he's generous enough to keep circling her clit with his tongue, trying to put that inside her too when he withdraws his fingers.]