[ Era places her hands once more on Aymeric's warm chest the moment it is bared for her, running her fingers lightly over each muscle. She knows each curve of his chest so intimately by now that it is a bit like coming home. Her fingertips dance over his skin until suddenly they aren't. In answer to her husband's question Era uses her nails, blunt but unrelenting, dragging them over his chest hard enough to leave welts behind.
Then she runs her hands over the welts, hands aglow with aether, healing them before repeating the process. Era is lovingly thorough, digging her nails in with more force whenever a thrust shoots a particularly strong rush of pleasure through her, moaning softly. Her breath consists of naught but lustful gasps. Her back arches and her hips rock and her tail writhes and she is so very close but not quite there yet.
It is unbearably warm in her dress, and while the sight of Aymeric bare and bent over her, hand between her legs and hidden under her skirts is thrilling in its own way, Era begins to tug at her own clothes, pulling the dress up and over her head in one fluid movement. For her second first time she wants them to be equal, baring all of themselves to each other.
There is the added benefit of how wonderful the cool air feels on her overheated skin, and how Aymeric now can touch her lust-swollen breasts unimpeded.
But mostly it's so they're on equal footing, really. ]
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Then she runs her hands over the welts, hands aglow with aether, healing them before repeating the process. Era is lovingly thorough, digging her nails in with more force whenever a thrust shoots a particularly strong rush of pleasure through her, moaning softly. Her breath consists of naught but lustful gasps. Her back arches and her hips rock and her tail writhes and she is so very close but not quite there yet.
It is unbearably warm in her dress, and while the sight of Aymeric bare and bent over her, hand between her legs and hidden under her skirts is thrilling in its own way, Era begins to tug at her own clothes, pulling the dress up and over her head in one fluid movement. For her second first time she wants them to be equal, baring all of themselves to each other.
There is the added benefit of how wonderful the cool air feels on her overheated skin, and how Aymeric now can touch her lust-swollen breasts unimpeded.
But mostly it's so they're on equal footing, really. ]