His flesh is hot against her already soaked heat, and when he tells her where he wants her hand Aerith is swift to oblige him, her hand sliding back between their bodies so she can tease the underside of his cock. "I want you," she breathes in response before the pressure of his finger against her ass makes her shudder out a groan, her back arching in response, moving against him.

She can feel the ache between her thighs deepening, her need rising, making her shift against him, seeking out more of him without relenting to the want to have him inside her yet. Wrapping her arm around him she bites harder at his throat, her nails digging into his shoulder before dragging down his back, her hips stuttering in their movements as the first pangs of her climax begin to build through her.

"Oh god, Balthier," the words are smothered against his skin but uttered loudly enough to betray the fact that she's given up trying to keep quiet, too focused on her pleasure, and his.