[ Seeing Aymeric begin unfastening his armor has Era struck with another sense of urgency. She rocks her hips, pressing herself against his hand with a steadily increasing rhythm as she fumbles with the pieces of armor her husband can't quite manage one handed, seeking to strip him as quickly as possible. More tiny little moans escape her, barely louder than the way her breath hitches or the frequent gasps of pleasure she makes just for him.
It is too much and yet still not enough. Era digs her nails against Aymeric's broad chest, continuing to thrust down onto his large fingers. ]
Aymeric. [ Her voice is plaintive; a whine interrupted by a small, broken moan. ] I need you. Please.
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It is too much and yet still not enough. Era digs her nails against Aymeric's broad chest, continuing to thrust down onto his large fingers. ]
Aymeric. [ Her voice is plaintive; a whine interrupted by a small, broken moan. ] I need you. Please.