Her legs up around his middle is lovely, giving him room to maneuver and feeling warm and comforting. When she arches against him, he catches her up, squeezing her tight and tilting his head as she kisses the column of his throat. It's only a few moments before his lips look for hers again, wanting that sense of connectedness more than any specific stimulation.

"Good," he whispers back, afraid to say more because he's having similar thoughts. How long has it been since he just wanted to be close to someone? What does it mean that he wants to now? She's whimpering for him, though, and her face is so dazed and happy and that's all he can think about, smiling just as dazedly back as he uses their adjusted angle to thrust deep into her and pull back slowly.

"Gods, Aerith, you are unbelievably stunning," he murmurs between kisses. She feels so good, and he wants to draw this out forever, just wrapped in each other feeling wonderful. Their perfect rocking is starting to pull moans from him, and he breaks off their kisses to bury his face in her neck for a moment, one hand coming to her breast the way she likes.