amber_v: Smug Amber is smug (smug)
amber_v ([personal profile] amber_v) wrote in [community profile] alwaysright 2009-11-02 03:22 pm (UTC)

His reaction was immediate, sharply hissing the moment her hands touched his midriff. It was hard to focus enough to complete the rest, when all Amber wanted was to watch how he jolted, as if he'd held back a greater movement. But from ease of practice she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, encouraging the entire unit down by sliding it down his ass. If she let her touch linger, appreciating the firmness of his rear, that's what they were here for, wasn't it.

And then Amber was tilting back at his assault, shivering over and over and gasping softly as Eric persistently zeroed in on her sensitive spots. She had to maneuver her arms to untangle herself from her bra, the obnoxious thing, but it was soon forgotten in the wake of Eric's attentions to her chest. "And here I thought you didn't like bad jokes," Amber moaned, only partially because of the pun. "If you can make bad jokes, then you can take--" Her words cut off abruptly, her back arching into Eric's mouth, hips rocking. She whined breathlessly. His beard, the wet suction, the scent of him right beneath her nose, it all filled her with a suffusion of tingling pleasure. It was good, just right, light, and not nearly enough, not what she'd had in mind. "I'm still dressed," she managed to gasp, contradicting her own worlds as she curved her arms over his head and encouraged his mouth over her breast. "So are you. I want it all off-- the clothes, you smartass." Amber smiled at him, amused despite his nitpicking. The soft light really did him justice, accentuating the sharpness of his muscles, casting him a slight silver tone. God, she loved looking at him. Loved feeling, smelling, being with him.

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