"Let's start with me, and see," she whispers, giving him a grin. There are a lot of things Aerith wants to see Balthier in, among them quite a few she can't quite say out loud without risking crossing a line - but he's too distracting for her to dwell on that, the hand he teases her with pulling her focus, making her whimper as he presses a finger against her entrance through the damp fabric of her panties. Shifting against the press of his cock, the hand around the base of him tenses gently, giving him another teasing squeeze.

Her breath catches, feeling him hastily push aside her panties, exposing the slick heat of her cunt to the open air beneath her skirt. Last night it had been a grim necessity, something she told him to do out of practicality, to preserve both their modesties while getting what they had to do over with, but today it's thrilling. An impulsive move that speaks volumes to his need for her, one she relishes. Humming low in approval she tilts her hips closer to him, head tipping back as she gasps from the way he teases her, and the more pleasant memories of the time he touched her like this before, their first morning together.

Sighing happily at that request, Aerith moves her hand up the length of his cock, brushing the head of him against her clit, drawing out the moment before she guides him lower, pressing him past her entrance before her hips roll forward and she sinks onto him with an eager moan. "You feel so perfect," she whispers, the comment clearly a product of the blissful feeling that comes along with having him inside her, and nothing else.