Slow beats of arousal, hard and deep like a drum, filled Amber, making her grow wetter with every second that passed. She didn't know if it was because Eric was unbuttoning her shirt with such obvious relish, drawing out his motions, or if it was because he was obeyind her command. Whatever it was, it worked.
Oh, god, did she want anything else. She wanted his hands on her breasts, wanted him to get through her remaining layers and squeeze her ass, wanted to get on her knees and suck him til he came, wanted him to slide into her now, hot and hard. Amber wanted everything. And he was offering. By the terms of their bet, she got to decide. Her chest heaved, eyes widening slightly as she tried to choose quickly amongst so many options.
How far could she push him? Most anything she cared to ask for he'd be happy to do-- what would make him balk? It'd be easy enough to embarrass him: make him dance naked and alone, sing for her. But, no. Amber's heart tightened at the thought of humiliating him; he'd hate that. Never again would make him repeat what he’d gone through in front of everyone on Friday, when he’d been laughed at for caring about her. This wasn't about that. So she closed her eyes, reveled in his kisses for a few moments. Tried to feel out what she wanted. Every kiss and touch of Eric's sent shocks of joy that spread throughout all of her, lighting her up with pleasure and anticipation. She found herself pulling him in closer, trapping herself between him and the desk. "I want everything off," Amber said, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it.
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Oh, god, did she want anything else. She wanted his hands on her breasts, wanted him to get through her remaining layers and squeeze her ass, wanted to get on her knees and suck him til he came, wanted him to slide into her now, hot and hard. Amber wanted everything. And he was offering. By the terms of their bet, she got to decide. Her chest heaved, eyes widening slightly as she tried to choose quickly amongst so many options.
How far could she push him? Most anything she cared to ask for he'd be happy to do-- what would make him balk? It'd be easy enough to embarrass him: make him dance naked and alone, sing for her. But, no. Amber's heart tightened at the thought of humiliating him; he'd hate that. Never again would make him repeat what he’d gone through in front of everyone on Friday, when he’d been laughed at for caring about her. This wasn't about that. So she closed her eyes, reveled in his kisses for a few moments. Tried to feel out what she wanted. Every kiss and touch of Eric's sent shocks of joy that spread throughout all of her, lighting her up with pleasure and anticipation. She found herself pulling him in closer, trapping herself between him and the desk. "I want everything off," Amber said, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it.