Oh, yes, oh please, fuck yes, he understood. Amber whimpered her appreciation, so glad, and it wasn't just because of the pleasure, though there was that, and it was amazing, so perfect, washing her over from head to toe, but her happiness was because he'd gotten it, he'd given her what she needed, even when she couldn't say what it was. She reveled his heat, rubbing against his chest, and it was so sexy, his nipples against so unexpected a place, his chin digging into the back of her neck, beard scratching her where she was so sensitive. And he was opening her up so wide, filling her, stroking, until she couldn't have taken anymore, so hard, so good, it was almost like being fucked with the real thing. She probed against his tongue with her own, flicking, the moist sensation heightening her thrill.
Her climax was building up, and Amber was almost there, so close, just a bit more, if he'd just touch her clit, that'd be it. Amber wanted to tell him, trying to mold her mouth into forming consonants, but as if Eric had read her mind, he did precisely what she needed, touching her lightly but insistently.
There. That. She was gone. Amber closed her eyes, let go. For all the noise she'd just been making, Amber was quiet as the orgasm flourished inside her, just a few soft gasps. She was still, only quivering slightly. It was as if all the emotion had been directed inside, and she felt it with the intensity of facing a large, open bonfire. Amber quivered for a moment, her heartbeat paused. And then she was crying out, shaking, rocking on his fingers, riding out this feeling for as long as she could. For a moment she just forgot it all, caught in the aftershock.
When Amber came back to reality, she was panting, soaked in sweat, and still covered by Eric. And couldn't have felt better. She twisted her head again to look into his eyes, since she'd straightened herself out and faced forward during her orgasm. Seeing his satisfaction, so clear in his expression, the pleasure glinting in his eyes, Amber actually did feel better. Warm, fulfilled. "God, Eric, that was--" she had no words for what that was. There were no comparisons. She didn't know if she'd ever come that hard before. Then again, her brain wasn't up for rigorous thinking right then. Amber mentally reviewed what had just happened, to try to get her bearings-- and when she remembered, she started to laugh, the sound coloured with her endorphin-filled joy. "I can't believe you called me 'baby.'" So cheesy, like a porn video or some asinine romance movie, but coming from him, at that moment, it had worked for her. Amber blushed, realizing how much she'd liked it. Never in her life did she expect that term would make her do anything but roll her eyes. But his tone, low and melodic, his sincerity, she'd been drawn by that. It'd been a part of what made her come.
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Her climax was building up, and Amber was almost there, so close, just a bit more, if he'd just touch her clit, that'd be it. Amber wanted to tell him, trying to mold her mouth into forming consonants, but as if Eric had read her mind, he did precisely what she needed, touching her lightly but insistently.
There. That. She was gone. Amber closed her eyes, let go. For all the noise she'd just been making, Amber was quiet as the orgasm flourished inside her, just a few soft gasps. She was still, only quivering slightly. It was as if all the emotion had been directed inside, and she felt it with the intensity of facing a large, open bonfire. Amber quivered for a moment, her heartbeat paused. And then she was crying out, shaking, rocking on his fingers, riding out this feeling for as long as she could. For a moment she just forgot it all, caught in the aftershock.
When Amber came back to reality, she was panting, soaked in sweat, and still covered by Eric. And couldn't have felt better. She twisted her head again to look into his eyes, since she'd straightened herself out and faced forward during her orgasm. Seeing his satisfaction, so clear in his expression, the pleasure glinting in his eyes, Amber actually did feel better. Warm, fulfilled. "God, Eric, that was--" she had no words for what that was. There were no comparisons. She didn't know if she'd ever come that hard before. Then again, her brain wasn't up for rigorous thinking right then. Amber mentally reviewed what had just happened, to try to get her bearings-- and when she remembered, she started to laugh, the sound coloured with her endorphin-filled joy. "I can't believe you called me 'baby.'" So cheesy, like a porn video or some asinine romance movie, but coming from him, at that moment, it had worked for her. Amber blushed, realizing how much she'd liked it. Never in her life did she expect that term would make her do anything but roll her eyes. But his tone, low and melodic, his sincerity, she'd been drawn by that. It'd been a part of what made her come.