One thing Amber could definitely appreciate, pissed off or not, was his desire. Growled at how possessively he grabbed her, at the demand in his nibbles. Yeah, he wanted her. Couldn't hide it, his dick getting hard right against her. She felt every bit of him filling out, growing for want of her. And god, so greedy, taking, insisting.
Amber shoved him up against the wall, the lukewarm water now pouring over her neck, streaming down her back. "You're getting better," she said, strict like a teacher with the highest expectations. Stared deep into his dark brown eyes as a confrontation. "Lesson one: don't ask." Proving her words, Amber covered his mouth with hers, hard and hot as if to let no air escape between them. Ran her hands up from his waist to his water-and-sweat slick chest, stopping to squeeze him beneath his pits. Maybe he was ready to go, but she hadn't spent most of the game holding back dirty thoughts. She needed to get into this. So she kissed; lapped at his tongue, reminding herself just how much she loved his taste. Sucked his lower lip, reveling in how satisfying its fullness felt between hers.
Head spinning way more satisfactorily than a minute ago, Amber pulled away, a satisfied grin wide across her face. This she was good at. "You take. See what I mean?" Rolled her hips against his, purposefully rubbing against his cock. Let him feel that, lose himself with horniness. This could easily go wrong; she was still working up arousal, and she never did like it when Eric stepped out of pace from her. What he wanted—would try to take—could very well be what she wasn’t ready for. But she couldn’t resist. Loved making him forget all those rules he’d trained himself into about how to properly fuck a woman to satisfy her and just act, really giving in to his urges. And Amber knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that if he tried anything she wasn’t comfortable with, she could easily guide him in another direction. “Show me. Whaddya wanna take?”
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Amber shoved him up against the wall, the lukewarm water now pouring over her neck, streaming down her back. "You're getting better," she said, strict like a teacher with the highest expectations. Stared deep into his dark brown eyes as a confrontation. "Lesson one: don't ask." Proving her words, Amber covered his mouth with hers, hard and hot as if to let no air escape between them. Ran her hands up from his waist to his water-and-sweat slick chest, stopping to squeeze him beneath his pits. Maybe he was ready to go, but she hadn't spent most of the game holding back dirty thoughts. She needed to get into this. So she kissed; lapped at his tongue, reminding herself just how much she loved his taste. Sucked his lower lip, reveling in how satisfying its fullness felt between hers.
Head spinning way more satisfactorily than a minute ago, Amber pulled away, a satisfied grin wide across her face. This she was good at. "You take. See what I mean?" Rolled her hips against his, purposefully rubbing against his cock. Let him feel that, lose himself with horniness. This could easily go wrong; she was still working up arousal, and she never did like it when Eric stepped out of pace from her. What he wanted—would try to take—could very well be what she wasn’t ready for. But she couldn’t resist. Loved making him forget all those rules he’d trained himself into about how to properly fuck a woman to satisfy her and just act, really giving in to his urges. And Amber knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that if he tried anything she wasn’t comfortable with, she could easily guide him in another direction. “Show me. Whaddya wanna take?”