[ Aerith's eyes close into their kiss, stay closed as he moves to press himself into her, slow and sure. She may not quite see that begging look on his face but it doesn't matterβthere are no complaints for her to offer, no desire for him to stop. In fact, he's rewarded for his movement by the soft gasps into their kiss, the contented sigh when he bottoms out, a tighter lock of her legs around his hips holding them close.
Only then do her eyes open again, an answer to his words, kisses pressed against the corners of his mouth, fingers smoothing along the skin of his cheeks as she looks up at him with fond desire. ]
Surely you're exaggerating just a little, [ she murmurs, and there's a lilt of amusement in her tone. ] But you... you feel wonderful, Rude. This feels perfect. So... don't stop, okay?
[ And, as if to entice him, she offers a playful little rock of her hips. ]
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Only then do her eyes open again, an answer to his words, kisses pressed against the corners of his mouth, fingers smoothing along the skin of his cheeks as she looks up at him with fond desire. ]
Surely you're exaggerating just a little, [ she murmurs, and there's a lilt of amusement in her tone. ] But you... you feel wonderful, Rude. This feels perfect. So... don't stop, okay?
[ And, as if to entice him, she offers a playful little rock of her hips. ]