He was lost, far as Amber could tell. Too hard to keep looking, craning her neck; she'd trust his wordless noises to let her know if he needed more or slower or different. Eric’s flexing hips, straining forward as if impeded further progress by a leash, were a pretty good sign too. So she kept on, following her own urges to suck more cries out of him, push him so hard to forget his name. His dick seemed to grow hotter in her mouth, slick with her saliva; Amber upped the suction, tugging at his skin, swirling her tongue against his base. If only there were someone to touch her, play with her labia, draw out the feelings building up there, because yeah, she was getting wet again...
Her own left hand clenched his thigh for support, her other one continued with the penetration. Broken words and sounds of encouragement, legs spreading like it was the most natural thing in the world, his muscle relaxing-- yeah, he wanted this. Really wanted this, enough to try to ignore his fears. And Amber'd give it to him, proud and happy. (And she wouldn’t think about how much she might be motivated by her recent defeat; anal penetration was no way to show someone up or to reestablish skill; she wouldn’t read into this. He’d asked to be touched, she was only delivering.) He’d just better not mope about it afterward, she was tired of having to put up with his suffering for getting what he wanted. If they both got their rocks off, where was the problem? She’d tell him off if he tried to pull another guilt trip.
Wasn't hard at all to slip her finger index past his sphincter-- not much, just up to the first bend, enough to twist, curling into his ass, stroking softly. Worked her way in; he'd been so sensitive the last time, but he hadn't really surrendered to pleasure until his prostrate got attention. Soon, soon; she couldn't rush it. Plenty of nerves to stimulate at the tip, to make him feel good. Amber only wished she had how to talk, to tell him how hot he was, how she wanted him to come for her. The words were in her mind, and the feeling flowering in her as she squirmed, starting to become frustrated with unattended horniness; but the best she could do was to tighten her lips around his dick, bobbing her head up and down.
no subject
Her own left hand clenched his thigh for support, her other one continued with the penetration. Broken words and sounds of encouragement, legs spreading like it was the most natural thing in the world, his muscle relaxing-- yeah, he wanted this. Really wanted this, enough to try to ignore his fears. And Amber'd give it to him, proud and happy. (And she wouldn’t think about how much she might be motivated by her recent defeat; anal penetration was no way to show someone up or to reestablish skill; she wouldn’t read into this. He’d asked to be touched, she was only delivering.) He’d just better not mope about it afterward, she was tired of having to put up with his suffering for getting what he wanted. If they both got their rocks off, where was the problem? She’d tell him off if he tried to pull another guilt trip.
Wasn't hard at all to slip her finger index past his sphincter-- not much, just up to the first bend, enough to twist, curling into his ass, stroking softly. Worked her way in; he'd been so sensitive the last time, but he hadn't really surrendered to pleasure until his prostrate got attention. Soon, soon; she couldn't rush it. Plenty of nerves to stimulate at the tip, to make him feel good. Amber only wished she had how to talk, to tell him how hot he was, how she wanted him to come for her. The words were in her mind, and the feeling flowering in her as she squirmed, starting to become frustrated with unattended horniness; but the best she could do was to tighten her lips around his dick, bobbing her head up and down.