God. Amber's eyes flew open, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation, muscles spasming. Her cry became a continuous whimper, needing more, jerking her hips into Eric's increasingly strong touch, just a bit more; the way he pressed into her clit, god, it consumed her, and his stroking inside her to a rhythm, it was almost too much, but for a short while it'd get her over. Her calves strained as she went up higher and higher on tiptoe, back arching; would’ve called out his name, but it was too many damn syllables, the best she could do was “Euhh—“ There were obscenities in her ear, visions of so many people wanting to fuck her, and the only one who mattered here with her, palpable, groaning out her fantasies because he knew she loved it, and relentlessly fucking her, oh god. Amber drowned in his kiss, sucking his tongue back hard, taking what she needed; wished he hadn't drawn his hand away from her breast but anyway it'd have been redundant because already she was shuddering, head twisting helplessly to the side, her own hands jolting up to his shoulders, needing to hold on as she ground herself against him, increasing the pressure and speed. His hand crunched between them, his dick got caught between their abdomens; wasn’t quite ideal, but what did Amber care, she was coming, a hot rush burning up all her nerves, over and over; so good, so damn fucking good.
It left her trembling, shaky on her legs. Didn't quite remember it was because she'd already overexerted herself, running herself to exhaustion on the court. Didn't matter. Felt too damn good. The surges of pleasure died down too quickly, becoming longer yet less intense, but she still twinged along to them, taking in sharp breaths with every sudden motion. Towards the end Amber opened her eyes, smiling at Eric, feeling light and free and perfect, like the end of an accomplished day. Kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek. “Yeah,” she said, drifting into laziness, “I’m never giving up the sex.” Kissed his lips now, softly, with all the tenderness inside her. Filled her arms with him, wrapping round his biceps. Sex with Eric was so incredibly different. The mechanics were the same, but she’d never felt so safe afterward, wanting what came even after the orgasm. And he knew what to do with her, what drove her over the edge. Jesus. He made her so happy. “You’re amazing.”
Eric’s stuttering mention that she could touch him, if she wanted, came back to her. Amber chuckled. Sure, they could make it about her, if that made him feel better. Lips making a wet sound as she kissed him long and sensually, Amber’s fingers danced down his spine, back into his crack; brushed over his anus gently. “I’ve got lotion in my bag.” Condoms, too, but it was starting to look like they might not need any. Her left hand journeyed down his side, squeezing as it went, to nestle in his pubic hairs and cup his balls. “Sound good to you?” She’d loved taking her time, as she could now that she’d come, torturing Eric with pleasure. Loved the fact that he wanted her to penetrate him again; it made her feel proud, that she’d made him crave what had frightened him so much.
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It left her trembling, shaky on her legs. Didn't quite remember it was because she'd already overexerted herself, running herself to exhaustion on the court. Didn't matter. Felt too damn good. The surges of pleasure died down too quickly, becoming longer yet less intense, but she still twinged along to them, taking in sharp breaths with every sudden motion. Towards the end Amber opened her eyes, smiling at Eric, feeling light and free and perfect, like the end of an accomplished day. Kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek. “Yeah,” she said, drifting into laziness, “I’m never giving up the sex.” Kissed his lips now, softly, with all the tenderness inside her. Filled her arms with him, wrapping round his biceps. Sex with Eric was so incredibly different. The mechanics were the same, but she’d never felt so safe afterward, wanting what came even after the orgasm. And he knew what to do with her, what drove her over the edge. Jesus. He made her so happy. “You’re amazing.”
Eric’s stuttering mention that she could touch him, if she wanted, came back to her. Amber chuckled. Sure, they could make it about her, if that made him feel better. Lips making a wet sound as she kissed him long and sensually, Amber’s fingers danced down his spine, back into his crack; brushed over his anus gently. “I’ve got lotion in my bag.” Condoms, too, but it was starting to look like they might not need any. Her left hand journeyed down his side, squeezing as it went, to nestle in his pubic hairs and cup his balls. “Sound good to you?” She’d loved taking her time, as she could now that she’d come, torturing Eric with pleasure. Loved the fact that he wanted her to penetrate him again; it made her feel proud, that she’d made him crave what had frightened him so much.