Contentment bloomed through Amber, filling her. Eric reciprocated her kiss, matching her tone, and then took it up a notch, pulling her to him. It was comfortable, sweet, and so very arousing. He was so firm, but gentle, too, using just the right amount of force in molding his hand to her ass, nudging her closer. Amber automatically fell into the same rhythm, hips rolling even as he coaxed her closer, closer. It was like that soap sud on his chest in the shower: beautiful and shining and delicate. She'd popped that one, for the fun of it, but this, this moment, Amber wanted to cup it, protect it. Make it last.
Maybe she was just avoiding what had happened. Escaping her embarrassment and fears in sensuality, just as Eric had tried to drive away his anger against Marcus by overpowering her. But if she could-- if Eric were willing-- then she would.
Each heartbeat made Amber pulse, most of all between her legs, especially as she let herself, once, deliberately, brush her groin against Eric's hard abdomen; drew out the intensity of that motion, that suspended gasp of pleasure. Her own public hair scratched against her skin, sending tingles of excitement through her privates. Her hair down there was still damp, from when Eric had earlier made her peak, and Amber wondered if Eric would feel that wetness. If he'd like it as much as she did the mere thought.
Amber was becoming too hot, between her sweater and the covers and their combined body heat, but she didn't want to pull that article of clothing off; didn't want to break the spell with so sudden and drastic a movement. Feeling stuffy seemed a small price to pay to relish in this tenderness. Amber pushed her leg between his, slow like a cloud drifting through the sky, making her way up between his thighs. She considered the space before her: she could only just make out the outline of his head and shoulders. It'd be so good to see him, to know the expression he wore in this soft moment they were sharing. Maybe it was better she couldn't; seeing might make her heart ache with longing for what she had but could not last. It was enough just to lean in, holding his lower lip between hers (and, oh, it was familiar, that wide curve; it was Eric's, and it thrilled her that she knew it). Sucked it carefully, feeling the volume of his flesh. Breathed in deep, overcome.
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Maybe she was just avoiding what had happened. Escaping her embarrassment and fears in sensuality, just as Eric had tried to drive away his anger against Marcus by overpowering her. But if she could-- if Eric were willing-- then she would.
Each heartbeat made Amber pulse, most of all between her legs, especially as she let herself, once, deliberately, brush her groin against Eric's hard abdomen; drew out the intensity of that motion, that suspended gasp of pleasure. Her own public hair scratched against her skin, sending tingles of excitement through her privates. Her hair down there was still damp, from when Eric had earlier made her peak, and Amber wondered if Eric would feel that wetness. If he'd like it as much as she did the mere thought.
Amber was becoming too hot, between her sweater and the covers and their combined body heat, but she didn't want to pull that article of clothing off; didn't want to break the spell with so sudden and drastic a movement. Feeling stuffy seemed a small price to pay to relish in this tenderness. Amber pushed her leg between his, slow like a cloud drifting through the sky, making her way up between his thighs. She considered the space before her: she could only just make out the outline of his head and shoulders. It'd be so good to see him, to know the expression he wore in this soft moment they were sharing. Maybe it was better she couldn't; seeing might make her heart ache with longing for what she had but could not last. It was enough just to lean in, holding his lower lip between hers (and, oh, it was familiar, that wide curve; it was Eric's, and it thrilled her that she knew it). Sucked it carefully, feeling the volume of his flesh. Breathed in deep, overcome.