Amber fell back, elbows slipping until they no longer supported her, and raised her hips, moaning, shaking. She couldn't think, only feel, thrust, writhe, her existence concentrated down there, where it was burning and wet and she could only barely remember the reason why, Eric, but whatever it was, it could only be good. Her hands ran over her breasts, pinching, pressing, squeezing, lips falling open. God, she wished she could kiss him, taste him, breathe him deep to fill her head with his scent and not just this general smell of sex and sweat. It was almost a tease, that she couldn't. One half of her was ablaze, the other missed him so much. Amber bit her lip, holding back yet another sound, and then couldn't anymore, a cry tearing out of her. This was excruciating, depending so much on someone. This was absolutely out of her control, her most sensitive region at his mercy, and she had to count on him, to know how to get it right. Amber was skirting this side of pain, one misstep and she'd hurt, for real this time, like last night; worse. But after her correction, he'd understood, going lighter, going to where it felt good, softer, and Amber cried again, unable to stop herself, the pleasure was so great. Didn't notice how hard her ass was grinding against the bed, how much her back arched, the clench of her inner thighs so tight she'd ache tomorrow. Missed all the details of Eric probing her entrance, tongue and fingers exploring her swollen genitals.
Amber forgot time, lost in the increasingly higher brinks Eric raised her to. Forgot herself, every muscle of hers delivered to ecstasy, straining for climax. If she'd had the presence of mind, she'd have told him not to come; told him to save himself so that she could really feel him deep inside, where his tongue and fingers couldn't reach. Even now, about to come, Amber still wanted that, Eric as close, as inside, as he could be. It would never be enough. But they could do better. As it was, Amber could only clutch his head once more, because it was now, only she'd lost her words, and the best she could do was to angle him, her cries becoming louder and increasingly frustrated. He had to bring her off now, touch her clit more directly, because if the moment passed, she’d become too raw for any more. It’d be a repeat of last night.
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Amber forgot time, lost in the increasingly higher brinks Eric raised her to. Forgot herself, every muscle of hers delivered to ecstasy, straining for climax. If she'd had the presence of mind, she'd have told him not to come; told him to save himself so that she could really feel him deep inside, where his tongue and fingers couldn't reach. Even now, about to come, Amber still wanted that, Eric as close, as inside, as he could be. It would never be enough. But they could do better. As it was, Amber could only clutch his head once more, because it was now, only she'd lost her words, and the best she could do was to angle him, her cries becoming louder and increasingly frustrated. He had to bring her off now, touch her clit more directly, because if the moment passed, she’d become too raw for any more. It’d be a repeat of last night.