Through half-lidded eyes Amber paid rapt attention to Eric undressing himself, breathing faster as more and more of skin became visible. She wanted to see him. All of him. Wanted to see how hard he'd become, for her, wanted to drink in the sight of his entire naked form. She was disappointed, however, when he became distracted from the objective she'd given him and focused on touching her.
A flicker of foreboding cut through Amber's haze of pleasure as Eric broached her thighs, fingers slipping up to her vagina. She was suddenly reminded of the night before, when he'd gone down on her when she wasn't ready, and the memory made her return his kiss quietly, having difficulty matching his passion. She was almost glad for the barrier provided by the nylons. And just as quickly she flared with indignation; she would not allow a repeat of that disaster. This, what they were doing, was fucking hot, and she wanted this, even if Eric occasionally swerved from her immediate intentions. And the beauty of tonight was that she got to decide what happened when.
So Amber kissed him back, hard, sucking on his lower lip and then biting just enough for him to feel it. Her hand covered his, directing it to the safer ground of her thigh. "You will," Amber promised as she broke their kiss, staring intently into his eyes. "Soon." When she decided the time had come.
Her gaze turned back to his crotch. That was still what she wanted. Them to be naked. If he couldn't finish the task, then she would. She hooked a finger around the band of her nylons and thong, shoving them down and then kicking them off. At once she felt cooler, but sexier, too. She smiled, knowing that Eric would be even more turned on by her nudity. The only item remaining on her was her pearl necklace, weighing down lightly on her collar bone, and she allowed herself to pose a bit, hands on her hips.
Amber knew what she wanted next. She sank to her knees, pushing Eric just enough to have the space she needed, and pulled down his shorts until it pooled to the floor. Yes. The desk blocked any of the available light coming through the curtains, but this part was no mystery to her, either. She guided herself by following the curve of his thighs, palming their smooth, slickening surface; his scent was so strong here, more sweat and no cologne. Just Eric. Amber couldn't resist holding her face up his thigh, breathing in deep through her nose. And he was so hot, just to the side; Amber wanted so badly to go straight to that center, sense for herself his erection. But she wanted to tease, too. With a slight moan, Amber laid kisses along his hip bone; nuzzled where it jutted out the most. She was growing so aroused she could feel her wetness seep out beyond her lips; god she wanted to reach a hand between her legs and stroke herself. But instead she took hold of his ass, one hand on each side, prompting him nearer, turning her head just so to rub her cheek against his erection, his pubic hairs. Fuck, he was already so hard. For her. She made herself take in air—she’d need that—and enveloped his dick with her mouth, half-covering him. God, this, this. Amber wanted to make him go crazy.
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A flicker of foreboding cut through Amber's haze of pleasure as Eric broached her thighs, fingers slipping up to her vagina. She was suddenly reminded of the night before, when he'd gone down on her when she wasn't ready, and the memory made her return his kiss quietly, having difficulty matching his passion. She was almost glad for the barrier provided by the nylons. And just as quickly she flared with indignation; she would not allow a repeat of that disaster. This, what they were doing, was fucking hot, and she wanted this, even if Eric occasionally swerved from her immediate intentions. And the beauty of tonight was that she got to decide what happened when.
So Amber kissed him back, hard, sucking on his lower lip and then biting just enough for him to feel it. Her hand covered his, directing it to the safer ground of her thigh. "You will," Amber promised as she broke their kiss, staring intently into his eyes. "Soon." When she decided the time had come.
Her gaze turned back to his crotch. That was still what she wanted. Them to be naked. If he couldn't finish the task, then she would. She hooked a finger around the band of her nylons and thong, shoving them down and then kicking them off. At once she felt cooler, but sexier, too. She smiled, knowing that Eric would be even more turned on by her nudity. The only item remaining on her was her pearl necklace, weighing down lightly on her collar bone, and she allowed herself to pose a bit, hands on her hips.
Amber knew what she wanted next. She sank to her knees, pushing Eric just enough to have the space she needed, and pulled down his shorts until it pooled to the floor. Yes. The desk blocked any of the available light coming through the curtains, but this part was no mystery to her, either. She guided herself by following the curve of his thighs, palming their smooth, slickening surface; his scent was so strong here, more sweat and no cologne. Just Eric. Amber couldn't resist holding her face up his thigh, breathing in deep through her nose. And he was so hot, just to the side; Amber wanted so badly to go straight to that center, sense for herself his erection. But she wanted to tease, too. With a slight moan, Amber laid kisses along his hip bone; nuzzled where it jutted out the most. She was growing so aroused she could feel her wetness seep out beyond her lips; god she wanted to reach a hand between her legs and stroke herself. But instead she took hold of his ass, one hand on each side, prompting him nearer, turning her head just so to rub her cheek against his erection, his pubic hairs. Fuck, he was already so hard. For her. She made herself take in air—she’d need that—and enveloped his dick with her mouth, half-covering him. God, this, this. Amber wanted to make him go crazy.