Aeris felt perhaps too happy with her work, enjoying the way his body reacted to each and every one of her touches, seeking to continue to draw out such responses from him as she continued. She felt some pleasure in knowing what she could do to him, even with something as seemingly simple as a smile. Knowing how he was enjoying her made want more, more of him, more of his reactions, and more of the feelings that built inside of her with each of these.<br/><br/>She continued to push him to the edge over and over until his body reacted to even the slightest touch, even her breath on his skin causing his muscles to twitch or shudder beneath her. It was a different type of power than she was used to wielding, but she could not deny that she liked it all the same, probably even more. She took advantage of this as she moved atop him, pressing her breasts into his chest and trailing hot kisses across his skin. It was bliss enough for her to feel his entire body shudder beneath her touch.<br/><br/>She had felt impatient as she waited for his answer, wanting more, to give him what he so desperately desired. She was grateful that his answer came quickly, his hands grasping her hips as he captured her lips in a kiss. She let out a soft moan as he kissed her passionately, desperately, filled with need and desire that he didn’t try to hide. It felt incredible and she was all too happy to return his kisses with deep, passionate, longing kisses of her own until they were both breathless. He then looked up at her, tracing his hands up her side to take one of her breasts in each hand, squeezing her nipples between his fingers and eliciting another soft sound from her lips.<br/><br/>Then came the words she wished to hear, his answer, he wished to be a part of her, inside of her. She felt a shiver up her spine when he begged her softly and a dangerous smile crossed her lips as she released him, not wishing to risk pushing him over when they were so close. Instead, she trailed the hand up his abdomen slowly, savoring every little twitch and shudder she left in her wake, until her fingers traced along his cheek, “As you wish,” she whispered sweetly as she slowly lowered herself to take him inside of her, feeling that he was barely hanging on.<br/><br/>She moaned loudly, feeling him inside of her again, she didn’t move much yet, wanting to make it last, knowing he wished for her to experience the orgasm along with him. She arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts against his hands, as if to tell him what she wanted him to do; she wanted him to touch her, perhaps even to taste her, to enjoy her as she had enjoyed him. For now, though, she was closer than he probably thought, perhaps having found too much pleasure in tormenting him, if you wished to call it that. It wouldn’t take much for her to join him, and when he’d responded, she began to move against him, her movement rhythmic, slow at first and gradually building until he could take no more and he finally went over the edge as he reached his orgasm. As she felt him press farther into her, she followed suit, letting out a low, blissful moan as she arched her back, unintentionally pulling at his hair a little, her other hand clawing lightly at his chest as she, too, cascaded into orgasm.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>An seemed to pick up on the fact that he had tried and failed to distract himself from her. He took a slow breath to try to keep himself calm as she moved over him, kissing his shoulder before tucking her head under his chin. Whatever precious little calm it might have give him was soon out the window, though, as she moved so that she had one leg on either side of his and one hand on either side of his chest, lifting her head to look into his eyes and telling him that they didn’t have to stop, if he didn’t want to, that devious little trouble-making smile on her lips while she wiggled so that she brushed against him. Honestly. This girl was going to be the death of him.<br/><br/>He shuddered lightly beneath her touch as she moved against him, sitting up and then moving forward to kiss him. His own hands moved to trace down her sides, resting on her hips as he pulled her closer, returning the kiss with a deep kiss of his own. “Of that, I have no doubt,” he whispered with an unsteady breath as she nibbled on his ear again before kissing down his neck, her body pressed against him as she slowly made her way down, his muscles trembling beneath her light touch.<br/><br/>A low moan escaped his lips, coming out almost as a growl when she traced her tongue along his neck, then his collarbones, chest, and his nipples. She smiled seductively at him as she nipped at his chest and he knew he had already lost—then again, was it really a loss? He almost wanted to resist, seeing that mischievous look dancing in her eyes, the seductive way she smiled at him, knowing that she knew she’d already won even as she gave him the choice to<span style="font-style: italic">snuggle</span>instead. He didn’t actually want to say no, of course, just to see her squirm a little, knowing that she wanted to keep going as much as he did.<br/><br/>“Is snuggling so bad?” he asked, obviously teasing, laughing almost immediately, his chest and abdomen bobbing lightly beneath her as he did. Even he didn’t buy that, so there was no way she would. He pursed his lips just a little, his blue eyes dancing just a little as he watched her, resisting the urge to grab her and kiss her, or beg her to keep going. Instead, he took a slow deep breath, his face taking on a somewhat earnest look as he reached down and gently stroked her cheek. “You know, if we want me, all you have to do is ask,” he told her, his already deep voice sounding rough, almost husky. Indeed, she need only ask and he would give her anything at all that she desired, even his very soul.