"Oh," Amber cried out, and then again, her body jerking. She hadn't thought he'd do it, but he had, pinching so hard it almost hurt. She'd been expecting a caress, at best, but this, it concentrated all her sensations on that one spot, channeling them into a crystal-clear jolt of pleasure. And then again, on her other breast, with his teeth, and oh god it felt good, so right. All that was missing was his body against her lower half, so that she could thrust and thrust, in rhythm to her thudding heart.
They'd get there. She'd make sure of it.
Amber complained, loud, when Eric pulled away; how could he stop now, when she wanted it to never end? But she couldn't object to him ripping off his tie and shirt, not when it afforded her an uncensored view of his upper body, gleaming slightly with sweat. Amber cracked into a smile as she remembered what joys existed beyond a thorough tongue-job over her clothed breasts; she could return the favor. Lick him all over, nipping here and there. Taste his skin, feel the pulse of his blood, and-- best of all-- have him under her control. Begging.
So caught up in fantasizing her next steps, Amber forgot to get around to acting. She barely had the time to process him stripping off her blouse and bra, to appreciate just how freeing it was to be exposed, before he was pushing her onto the bed. "You," she laughed, her breathing off a beat from the impact against the mattress, "are a terrible tease." Her laughter became a wicked grin; they'd landed so that she could feel every bit of his erection, hot and hard against her abdomen. She rolled her hip once, not for her own benefit like she'd wished just moments ago, but to make him crave more. "And by that I mean you're not very good at the teasing." She propped herself up on her elbows, pausing long enough to whisper into his ear: "Let me show you how it’s done." Taking his face between her hands, she kissed him everywhere: cheeks, nose, eyelids. She avoided only his mouth, purposefully testing his reaction to him being forced to slow down. As for herself, she was more than happy. The warmth of his body bearing down as she learned the contours of his face with her lips, it was amazing. No other word for it.
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They'd get there. She'd make sure of it.
Amber complained, loud, when Eric pulled away; how could he stop now, when she wanted it to never end? But she couldn't object to him ripping off his tie and shirt, not when it afforded her an uncensored view of his upper body, gleaming slightly with sweat. Amber cracked into a smile as she remembered what joys existed beyond a thorough tongue-job over her clothed breasts; she could return the favor. Lick him all over, nipping here and there. Taste his skin, feel the pulse of his blood, and-- best of all-- have him under her control. Begging.
So caught up in fantasizing her next steps, Amber forgot to get around to acting. She barely had the time to process him stripping off her blouse and bra, to appreciate just how freeing it was to be exposed, before he was pushing her onto the bed. "You," she laughed, her breathing off a beat from the impact against the mattress, "are a terrible tease." Her laughter became a wicked grin; they'd landed so that she could feel every bit of his erection, hot and hard against her abdomen. She rolled her hip once, not for her own benefit like she'd wished just moments ago, but to make him crave more. "And by that I mean you're not very good at the teasing." She propped herself up on her elbows, pausing long enough to whisper into his ear: "Let me show you how it’s done." Taking his face between her hands, she kissed him everywhere: cheeks, nose, eyelids. She avoided only his mouth, purposefully testing his reaction to him being forced to slow down. As for herself, she was more than happy. The warmth of his body bearing down as she learned the contours of his face with her lips, it was amazing. No other word for it.