Gazing down at him, she shivers when he lifts his mouth away from her breast, suddenly very aware of the fresh air of outdoors, and grins caught up in how good everything felt at that moment. "What a good answer," Aerith sighs, tilting her head back as his lips travel up her throat and his hand moves between their bodies to tease her through the thin fabric of her panties. "A great answer," she adds moaning softly as she turns her thigh enough to press back against his cock, teasing him as he does her.

Arching her back, pressing herself against him insistently, Aerith's hips move slowly against his hand, as eager to draw this moment out as she had been last night in bed, and the following morning - purely just because it was fun to be like this with him, she's sure.

Her hands skim over his chest, one slipping down to join his, caught between their forms as her fingers find the firming outline of his cock and trace over it, ducking her chin down to kiss him again while her free hand runs through his hair.