Oh, yeah, like that, just like that. Amber wished her mouth wasn't occupied, wished she could tell him how hot he was, how he should come for her. His own pleas and groans filled that lack, and every time he uttered her name, choked out like he had no control-- Amber didn't know how she didn't come from just that. Fuck, she loved hearing how much she affected him. Sure he was hard, and the taste of pre-come filled her senses, but physical stimulus alone could do that. If he kept calling her name like that, maybe she'd gotten in him. In his head, and elsewhere.
It made Amber feel powerful. Good. Warm. Sexy. She never wanted to let this feeling go.
As Eric's tremors became stronger, his tumbling sounds more irregular, Amber quickened her pace, penetrating his crack more, applying pressure to his asshole; stroked the ball she held. Amber wanted him to feel every bit of his orgasm; to flush with yearning whenever he thought back on it. Wanted him to keep coming back for more because no one else could ever compare. And then there was that wonderful moment of stillness—it sang of victory-- before he shuddered even more, groaning harder than he had so far. It hurt to smile around his dick, but Amber did, smug as she sucked him, doing everything she could to draw out his orgasm. She did pull back her head a bit, opened her lips wider to protect herself from his helpless, erratic thrusts. Even as his pulses died down, his penis starting to decrease in size, Amber kept on, encouraging him with her tongue. Only when she was certain he was drained did she carefully let his penis slide out of her mouth; swallowed his bitter come, kissed his groin tenderly, her hands smoothing down the back of his thighs.
Amber looked up at him, grinning, and then clambered to her feet. Kissed his mouth-- he hadn't objected, that first night, to tasting her after she'd blown him-- deep, demanding. Her body still strummed in demand for release, but making Eric come like that had been a satisfaction in and of itself. "That was amazing," she whispered, "And so hot. So fucking hot, Eric.”
They couldn't fuck in the immediate future-- it was her own fault, and she cheerfully accepted the responsibility-- but they could before long, certainly. Eric had proven his stamina in their previous experiences. And as a stopgap measure, he could bring her pleasure in other ways. Amber took Eric's hand, pressed her lips to his knuckles, tenderly at first, then fervently; pushed it down her body, down her sternum, down her abdomen, then round to the swell of her hip. "You wanted to touch me-- now you can." How did she want this? She couldn't even have explained why, only that it felt so right: she turned over, supporting the base of her hands on the table, exposing her behind to him. Her legs spread slightly. Didn't think about how he wouldn't be able to look into her face like this, and see just how weak she'd be in this moment of indomitable lust. "I need you inside of me," she said, voice almost wavering with desire. And to avoid any misunderstandings, "Your fingers, please, in my vagina--"
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It made Amber feel powerful. Good. Warm. Sexy. She never wanted to let this feeling go.
As Eric's tremors became stronger, his tumbling sounds more irregular, Amber quickened her pace, penetrating his crack more, applying pressure to his asshole; stroked the ball she held. Amber wanted him to feel every bit of his orgasm; to flush with yearning whenever he thought back on it. Wanted him to keep coming back for more because no one else could ever compare. And then there was that wonderful moment of stillness—it sang of victory-- before he shuddered even more, groaning harder than he had so far. It hurt to smile around his dick, but Amber did, smug as she sucked him, doing everything she could to draw out his orgasm. She did pull back her head a bit, opened her lips wider to protect herself from his helpless, erratic thrusts. Even as his pulses died down, his penis starting to decrease in size, Amber kept on, encouraging him with her tongue. Only when she was certain he was drained did she carefully let his penis slide out of her mouth; swallowed his bitter come, kissed his groin tenderly, her hands smoothing down the back of his thighs.
Amber looked up at him, grinning, and then clambered to her feet. Kissed his mouth-- he hadn't objected, that first night, to tasting her after she'd blown him-- deep, demanding. Her body still strummed in demand for release, but making Eric come like that had been a satisfaction in and of itself. "That was amazing," she whispered, "And so hot. So fucking hot, Eric.”
They couldn't fuck in the immediate future-- it was her own fault, and she cheerfully accepted the responsibility-- but they could before long, certainly. Eric had proven his stamina in their previous experiences. And as a stopgap measure, he could bring her pleasure in other ways. Amber took Eric's hand, pressed her lips to his knuckles, tenderly at first, then fervently; pushed it down her body, down her sternum, down her abdomen, then round to the swell of her hip. "You wanted to touch me-- now you can." How did she want this? She couldn't even have explained why, only that it felt so right: she turned over, supporting the base of her hands on the table, exposing her behind to him. Her legs spread slightly. Didn't think about how he wouldn't be able to look into her face like this, and see just how weak she'd be in this moment of indomitable lust. "I need you inside of me," she said, voice almost wavering with desire. And to avoid any misunderstandings, "Your fingers, please, in my vagina--"