[ It is a smile Era never tires of seeing. In her catalog of Aymeric's smiles this is one of her favourites, and for all its rarity she treasures it all the more.
She breathes into the kiss; frantic energy simmering into something more delightful. Era still feels impatient, but the desperation of being close to her husband has started to ease now that she is. Her breath hitches as his fingers slip beneath the soft fabric of her panties, skimming over smooth scales to touch her places she's allowed no other. The pressure against her clit forces the smallest of moans from her throat, tail curling and uncurling beside her. Era spreads her thighs further apart by an ilm and rocks her hips, chasing after Aymeric's fingers to press herself against them. She has always loved his large hands, and is now beginning to find even more reasons to love them.
While her husband's hand occupy themselves with her body Era's hands find purchase in the dark curls of his hair. She tangles her fingers in it; one hand close enough for her to stroke one of his sweet ears while the other drags its nails perhaps a bit too roughly nearer to his nape. She is too wound up to remember she should be gentle. At the moment Era is a creature of want, giving in to instincts that she didn't realize she had. ]
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She breathes into the kiss; frantic energy simmering into something more delightful. Era still feels impatient, but the desperation of being close to her husband has started to ease now that she is. Her breath hitches as his fingers slip beneath the soft fabric of her panties, skimming over smooth scales to touch her places she's allowed no other. The pressure against her clit forces the smallest of moans from her throat, tail curling and uncurling beside her. Era spreads her thighs further apart by an ilm and rocks her hips, chasing after Aymeric's fingers to press herself against them. She has always loved his large hands, and is now beginning to find even more reasons to love them.
While her husband's hand occupy themselves with her body Era's hands find purchase in the dark curls of his hair. She tangles her fingers in it; one hand close enough for her to stroke one of his sweet ears while the other drags its nails perhaps a bit too roughly nearer to his nape. She is too wound up to remember she should be gentle. At the moment Era is a creature of want, giving in to instincts that she didn't realize she had. ]