Unknowingly, they share that complaint - as delightful as this is, out in the fresh air, swept off her feet and so completely caught up in him, she misses the way his hands move over her and always seem to know exactly where to touch. She makes up for it, her hands in his hair, kissing him until she's forced to pull back and take a few shaky breaths, and even then her lips find his in fleeting brushes, the soft cries of her enjoyment filling the small amount of space between their bodies.

The way he adjusts himself before driving into her again pulls a cry out of her, and Aerith tips her hips down, letting the length of his cock drag slickly across her clit in a teasing brush with every thrust. Her thighs tremble slightly, but she's determined to keep hold of him, wanting to feel as much of that delicious heat that sweeps through her each time he buries himself inside her as she can.

Every roll of his hips pushes her closer to the edge, urgency fueling her movements, giving them a rougher, hungrier edge, the hand roving over his back, stilling as she grips his shoulder and moans. "Wonderful," the word is whispered and it's hard to say just what she's talking about - even Aerith doesn't know. So many things fit the bill it's hard to settle on just one.