It wouldn't last. His grip was giving way-- at last Eric revealed he was no Hercules, but he could've had better timing-- and Amber's back scratched and burned as she slipped down the door. Hardly seemed to matter, though. Amber was wet, outside and in, becoming more so at the hint of his touch at her entrance. That won a full-body jerk, trying to get more, only making her fall further.
He didn't go through with the promise, focusing more on her breasts. Well. Amber supposed that was acceptable, for now. Gasped as he sucked, the sound tapering off into a light moan as he kept at it, kissing, licking, eager as if it were for him. No wonder they were a match, if their wants and needs overlapped so conveniently.
No surprise when Eric lowered her for good; Amber's feet slid down til they met ground again, legs straightening to come face to face with him. Was the most natural thing in the world to kiss him, open-mouthed, slow, tongue melding against tongue. Amber watched him through lidded eyes, heart thudding because she felt so good, loved touching him so much. His family, the basketball game, they barely crossed her mind; how could they matter, when giving herself to pleasure was so much better than lingering over nasty thoughts. This was why they were together.
Eric was so focused, like he dedicated all his mental facilities to touching her. She loved that too. Loved the attention, his intensity. "Deeper," she said, breathing shallow. Amber wanted to see his finger disappear into her, god, almost as much as she wanted to feel it. Couldn't kiss him now, it'd block the view.
Didn't mean she was helpless, though. Back on her feet, she had full mobility. Choices. First thing was to lean over and quickly turn off the water growing increasingly cold. Rivulets streaming over half her body, her hair mostly damp, it'd be chilly, but the gym's heating would take care of them. And they could heat each other up. Lips parting, Amber then traced her fingers over his sternum-- she hadn't forgotten--starting out light, increasing the pressure as she lowered her hand. Followed a straight line down his abdomen and soon all she had to do was turn her wrist to lightly wrap her hand around his dick. Squeezed her fingers one by one, in sequence. So thick, so long. There was still enough shower water to rub him teasingly, enough to make him growl and fuck her hand and beg for more. "Something in your pocket?" she asked, smiling. “Or happy to see me?”
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He didn't go through with the promise, focusing more on her breasts. Well. Amber supposed that was acceptable, for now. Gasped as he sucked, the sound tapering off into a light moan as he kept at it, kissing, licking, eager as if it were for him. No wonder they were a match, if their wants and needs overlapped so conveniently.
No surprise when Eric lowered her for good; Amber's feet slid down til they met ground again, legs straightening to come face to face with him. Was the most natural thing in the world to kiss him, open-mouthed, slow, tongue melding against tongue. Amber watched him through lidded eyes, heart thudding because she felt so good, loved touching him so much. His family, the basketball game, they barely crossed her mind; how could they matter, when giving herself to pleasure was so much better than lingering over nasty thoughts. This was why they were together.
Eric was so focused, like he dedicated all his mental facilities to touching her. She loved that too. Loved the attention, his intensity. "Deeper," she said, breathing shallow. Amber wanted to see his finger disappear into her, god, almost as much as she wanted to feel it. Couldn't kiss him now, it'd block the view.
Didn't mean she was helpless, though. Back on her feet, she had full mobility. Choices. First thing was to lean over and quickly turn off the water growing increasingly cold. Rivulets streaming over half her body, her hair mostly damp, it'd be chilly, but the gym's heating would take care of them. And they could heat each other up. Lips parting, Amber then traced her fingers over his sternum-- she hadn't forgotten--starting out light, increasing the pressure as she lowered her hand. Followed a straight line down his abdomen and soon all she had to do was turn her wrist to lightly wrap her hand around his dick. Squeezed her fingers one by one, in sequence. So thick, so long. There was still enough shower water to rub him teasingly, enough to make him growl and fuck her hand and beg for more. "Something in your pocket?" she asked, smiling. “Or happy to see me?”