Amber was unspeakably grateful that he went along with not knowing, for the time being; was washed with relief when she heard the covers rustle once more and when he pulled her down with him. She closed her eyes, sighed. It wasn't fair, she knew. Last night and this evening she hadn't let him keep his peace; insisted until she'd forced answers out of him. And she wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep herself from doing so again. She just felt so lost, when he didn't tell her what he was feeling; unable to open herself up to him when he had those barriers up.
Her nose was still out of commission, stuffed up as it was, so she couldn't sense any scents. Couldn't visualize more of him than just shadows, either; it seemed all the darker, here in bed. Even so. Amber's lips parted. Her entire body throbbed, not just her head, in a low, intense beat. The sensation grew stronger with each moment, especially where they shared contact: Eric's arm draped over hers; their legs brushing against one another; and his breath on her face. It was like the entirety of her she was humming. For him. She wanted him. Amber moved closer, working a leg between his, resting a hand over his hip, stroking lightly. So warm, just like she'd thought.
Something good. It took a moment, but Amber thought back to Brian, to a business venture they'd attempted, offering to wash neighbors' cars-- they'd found customers, but Amber realized she could turn a higher profit by pretending to liking to babysit brats, so she gave that up, leaving the work in Brian's hands. He'd bought a guitar with the money he earned that summer. She didn’t know why she thought of that, maybe because the carnival had made her think of him and Geoffrey. But she couldn't tell Eric that, it'd only upset again, reminding him of his own brother. Not a topic she wanted to raise right now. So she answered, with an almost smile, "You."
Amber leaned in, tilting her mouth towards him, pausing, hesitating. Would he want any more, tonight? The way he'd covered them suggested he was thinking of sleep. And if that's what he wanted, then this time, she really would accept and make no fuss. But she wanted him so much, her labia becoming wet with a new round of arousal. With a paused breath in her chest, Amber fluttered a kiss against Eric’s lips. His were still swollen, from their earlier kissing, but dry. She licked them instinctively.
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Her nose was still out of commission, stuffed up as it was, so she couldn't sense any scents. Couldn't visualize more of him than just shadows, either; it seemed all the darker, here in bed. Even so. Amber's lips parted. Her entire body throbbed, not just her head, in a low, intense beat. The sensation grew stronger with each moment, especially where they shared contact: Eric's arm draped over hers; their legs brushing against one another; and his breath on her face. It was like the entirety of her she was humming. For him. She wanted him. Amber moved closer, working a leg between his, resting a hand over his hip, stroking lightly. So warm, just like she'd thought.
Something good. It took a moment, but Amber thought back to Brian, to a business venture they'd attempted, offering to wash neighbors' cars-- they'd found customers, but Amber realized she could turn a higher profit by pretending to liking to babysit brats, so she gave that up, leaving the work in Brian's hands. He'd bought a guitar with the money he earned that summer. She didn’t know why she thought of that, maybe because the carnival had made her think of him and Geoffrey. But she couldn't tell Eric that, it'd only upset again, reminding him of his own brother. Not a topic she wanted to raise right now. So she answered, with an almost smile, "You."
Amber leaned in, tilting her mouth towards him, pausing, hesitating. Would he want any more, tonight? The way he'd covered them suggested he was thinking of sleep. And if that's what he wanted, then this time, she really would accept and make no fuss. But she wanted him so much, her labia becoming wet with a new round of arousal. With a paused breath in her chest, Amber fluttered a kiss against Eric’s lips. His were still swollen, from their earlier kissing, but dry. She licked them instinctively.