It's a different sensation for him too, and while he doesn't have a strong preference, he's absolutely enjoying the newness with her and how deep her moans are. It's occurring to him this may be fun to repeat with his own hair cut way back, but that thought disappears into a shuddering whimper as her teeth drag down his neck.
"I like you fantasizing about me," he murmurs back, hissing with pleasure as she parts her folds, more of her heat and slickness in contact with him, her cry as heady as her heat. His cock is starting to ache with want, the heat and friction enough to tease but not enough to offer release. But when he presses against her rim and she arches, his angle changes and he moans into her neck, the first pang of real want sweeping over him. "I like you wanting me so openly," he rasps back, slowly pressing his finger into her, bracing her hips with his other hand even as his rocking picks up in speed, body crying out for more of her.
"Yes," he grins at her question. "I want everyone to hear both of us. Put your hand up under me," he says, shuddering at how she moans against him. "And use your nails when you hold onto me." He knows how to get himself to lose his ability to be quiet, and he knows she enjoys it as much as he does.
His flesh is hot against her already soaked heat, and when he tells her where he wants her hand Aerith is swift to oblige him, her hand sliding back between their bodies so she can tease the underside of his cock. "I want you," she breathes in response before the pressure of his finger against her ass makes her shudder out a groan, her back arching in response, moving against him.
She can feel the ache between her thighs deepening, her need rising, making her shift against him, seeking out more of him without relenting to the want to have him inside her yet. Wrapping her arm around him she bites harder at his throat, her nails digging into his shoulder before dragging down his back, her hips stuttering in their movements as the first pangs of her climax begin to build through her.
"Oh god, Balthier," the words are smothered against his skin but uttered loudly enough to betray the fact that she's given up trying to keep quiet, too focused on her pleasure, and his.
The hand under his cock causes him to yelp, biting it off into an absolutely desirous moan. Her utterance that she wants him, her body arching and demanding more of him does nothing to lessen the ache in his cock. The sharp bite of her teeth have him all but shouting, biting down on his own lip as his body seeks release between her hand and her heat.
Her tone shifts, her hips starting to shudder, and he knows he can finish them both like this. But this time, she's his, and he's hers, and there's no reason to stay apart.
"Scions I want you," he breathes back even as he pulls his finger out of her, pulling back from her heat just long enough to push her down on the bed, getting her wrists up over her head with one hand while he strums her clit with the other. "I want to hear you scream my name, and feel you buck under me," he whispers before pulling her tiny shirt up with his teeth so he can bite at her nipples, hips bucking of their own volition, careful not to give her enough stimulation to climax but still running his fingers against in her bare, silky opening.
"Gods you are gorgeous," he says as he breaks from her nipple, coming to kiss her mouth as he guides his cock into her opening, whimpering as her tight, rippling folds take her in. "How loud can you be for me?" he whispers, and then he lets her hands go, moving his to her hips so he thrust hard and fast, head to base again and again, watching her breasts bounce, her outfit absolutely rumbled as he moans out her name, the first shocks of an orgasm starting to zing through him.
She's so precariously close to the edge that when he pulls back to push her into the bed and pin her wrists a delicious jolt of feeling rolls through her, making her cry out as she squirms between his hand as it teases her clit, and the bed beneath her.
"I want you Balthier," she whimpers, her legs moving, trying to catch his hips and drag him towards her, her body aching to feel him buried inside her heat, the way he bites at the sensitive peaks of her breasts making her moan loudly, her movements against his hand taking on a renewed urgency.
"I need you inside me," her hands scramble for his body the moment he lets her wrists go, her nails dragging up his sides and across his back, giddy from the way he takes hold of her. Her hips arch hungrily as he finally drives into her, dragging another loud cry out of her.
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"I like you fantasizing about me," he murmurs back, hissing with pleasure as she parts her folds, more of her heat and slickness in contact with him, her cry as heady as her heat. His cock is starting to ache with want, the heat and friction enough to tease but not enough to offer release. But when he presses against her rim and she arches, his angle changes and he moans into her neck, the first pang of real want sweeping over him. "I like you wanting me so openly," he rasps back, slowly pressing his finger into her, bracing her hips with his other hand even as his rocking picks up in speed, body crying out for more of her.
"Yes," he grins at her question. "I want everyone to hear both of us. Put your hand up under me," he says, shuddering at how she moans against him. "And use your nails when you hold onto me." He knows how to get himself to lose his ability to be quiet, and he knows she enjoys it as much as he does.
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She can feel the ache between her thighs deepening, her need rising, making her shift against him, seeking out more of him without relenting to the want to have him inside her yet. Wrapping her arm around him she bites harder at his throat, her nails digging into his shoulder before dragging down his back, her hips stuttering in their movements as the first pangs of her climax begin to build through her.
"Oh god, Balthier," the words are smothered against his skin but uttered loudly enough to betray the fact that she's given up trying to keep quiet, too focused on her pleasure, and his.
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Her tone shifts, her hips starting to shudder, and he knows he can finish them both like this. But this time, she's his, and he's hers, and there's no reason to stay apart.
"Scions I want you," he breathes back even as he pulls his finger out of her, pulling back from her heat just long enough to push her down on the bed, getting her wrists up over her head with one hand while he strums her clit with the other. "I want to hear you scream my name, and feel you buck under me," he whispers before pulling her tiny shirt up with his teeth so he can bite at her nipples, hips bucking of their own volition, careful not to give her enough stimulation to climax but still running his fingers against in her bare, silky opening.
"Gods you are gorgeous," he says as he breaks from her nipple, coming to kiss her mouth as he guides his cock into her opening, whimpering as her tight, rippling folds take her in. "How loud can you be for me?" he whispers, and then he lets her hands go, moving his to her hips so he thrust hard and fast, head to base again and again, watching her breasts bounce, her outfit absolutely rumbled as he moans out her name, the first shocks of an orgasm starting to zing through him.
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"I want you Balthier," she whimpers, her legs moving, trying to catch his hips and drag him towards her, her body aching to feel him buried inside her heat, the way he bites at the sensitive peaks of her breasts making her moan loudly, her movements against his hand taking on a renewed urgency.
"I need you inside me," her hands scramble for his body the moment he lets her wrists go, her nails dragging up his sides and across his back, giddy from the way he takes hold of her. Her hips arch hungrily as he finally drives into her, dragging another loud cry out of her.