They had barely entered before Eric was all over her, pulling her up against him, kissing her as if he could only breathe through her mouth. Amber stifled a gasp of surprise; so fast already, couldn't they ever take it slow? She wanted him, yes, but she wasn't a car engine to be turned on with a flick of the wrist. His tongue was too demanding, too invasive. Instinctively she tilted her head back and narrowed her lips, to make him take it easier. Didn't push him away, though, her hands rising and her elbows pressing into her sides.
This was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? Eric was hot for her, needed her, and wouldn't hold back. That had been her precise goal just moments ago, before he'd steamrolled her. Up close like this, Amber could see his urgency in the creases flaring out from his tightly squeezed eyes, just as she saw his pain. He was desperate, but not with lust; he just wanted to forget what he'd remembered so sharply. Maybe it could've been anyone here, some other equally attractive woman he could kiss and squeeze and fuck and lose himself in. Amber's heart accelerated, in part from the physical reaction to Eric's passion, but mostly from an unexpected jolt of jealousy. She'd never thought to compare before, because how could it matter, but-- did Eric get this needy so fast with other women?
Amber was burning up in her winter coat. She needed to get a fucking grip on herself and to slow this the fuck down. Shutting her mouth entirely, Amber kissed him with only her lips. Firm, controlled. Let entire heartbeats pass, carefully feeling how swollen his lips had become, focusing on the scratch of his beard against her chin. Only then did Amber end the kiss; settled her hands on his hips. She was breathing quickly, her chest heaving; oddly, now that she'd brought the pace down, she was more in the mood. "I want to see you," Amber murmured, her hands gliding up his suit and converging over its buttons. The room was dark, since she hadn't the time to turn on the lights or open the shades, but she didn't need a visual guide for this part.
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This was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? Eric was hot for her, needed her, and wouldn't hold back. That had been her precise goal just moments ago, before he'd steamrolled her. Up close like this, Amber could see his urgency in the creases flaring out from his tightly squeezed eyes, just as she saw his pain. He was desperate, but not with lust; he just wanted to forget what he'd remembered so sharply. Maybe it could've been anyone here, some other equally attractive woman he could kiss and squeeze and fuck and lose himself in. Amber's heart accelerated, in part from the physical reaction to Eric's passion, but mostly from an unexpected jolt of jealousy. She'd never thought to compare before, because how could it matter, but-- did Eric get this needy so fast with other women?
Amber was burning up in her winter coat. She needed to get a fucking grip on herself and to slow this the fuck down. Shutting her mouth entirely, Amber kissed him with only her lips. Firm, controlled. Let entire heartbeats pass, carefully feeling how swollen his lips had become, focusing on the scratch of his beard against her chin. Only then did Amber end the kiss; settled her hands on his hips. She was breathing quickly, her chest heaving; oddly, now that she'd brought the pace down, she was more in the mood. "I want to see you," Amber murmured, her hands gliding up his suit and converging over its buttons. The room was dark, since she hadn't the time to turn on the lights or open the shades, but she didn't need a visual guide for this part.