Blissfully caught between him and the mattress, Aerith feels that familiar, blissful tension coiling deep within her core as her body moves with his. She can feel the way his rhythm changes, the way the slow press of his thrusts quickens when he drives into her, signaling that he too is edging towards release.

That rising urgency spurs her on, crying out each time she brings herself against him, eager to feel him press into her to the hilt each time she feels his cock fill her, the sound of him whispering her name driving her on. Lips parting she smothers a moan against his mouth, her tongue brushing against his as she feels herself shiver against him, the slick heat of her walls tightening around his length, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm begin to zing through her body.