Amber growled her appreciation. Now this was more like it. She loved the way he held her, firm and strong, like he could pick her up and carry her off to wherever... if she let him, that is. She loved that power, and she loved how tightly he held on to her ass. Yet, even through her excitement, Amber took note that the first body part Eric went to grope was her behind. That was telling, she was sure. Telling of what, she didn't know, but she might find out.
She was torn between pressing up against him to feel his body with her own and following his lead backwards. She might have opted to rub back against him, but she was more engaged with kissing him, reacquainting herself with the curve of his lips and exploring his mouth with her tongue. He tasted of their earlier wine, and a bit of something else; she suspected it was his own scent.
Distracted, she let him guide her. She half-wondered where they'd end up and smiled when they reached the wall. Was he too impatient to go all the way to her bedroom? Given their rough play, she was surprised when he cupped her cheek: the tenderness was out of place in this moment. Amber wasn’t prepared for intimacy. Without thinking, she bit Eric’s tongue, sinking her teeth in. Not hard enough to hurt, but more sharply than she had his hand in the bar. It was an overreaction, she knew, but he probably hadn’t noticed.
Amber ran her hands beneath his suit, and she delighted in feeling up his back, the material of his shirt and coat adding to the tactile textures. When she reached his shoulders, she brought her hands to his lapel and stripped him of his jacket. She tossed in the general direction of the nearest couch, not checking if it reached the destination or not. “Much better.” She smirked, looking him over with one layer less. “But it can be even better.” Kissing his jugular, Amber started undoing his shirt’s buttons.
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She was torn between pressing up against him to feel his body with her own and following his lead backwards. She might have opted to rub back against him, but she was more engaged with kissing him, reacquainting herself with the curve of his lips and exploring his mouth with her tongue. He tasted of their earlier wine, and a bit of something else; she suspected it was his own scent.
Distracted, she let him guide her. She half-wondered where they'd end up and smiled when they reached the wall. Was he too impatient to go all the way to her bedroom? Given their rough play, she was surprised when he cupped her cheek: the tenderness was out of place in this moment. Amber wasn’t prepared for intimacy. Without thinking, she bit Eric’s tongue, sinking her teeth in. Not hard enough to hurt, but more sharply than she had his hand in the bar. It was an overreaction, she knew, but he probably hadn’t noticed.
Amber ran her hands beneath his suit, and she delighted in feeling up his back, the material of his shirt and coat adding to the tactile textures. When she reached his shoulders, she brought her hands to his lapel and stripped him of his jacket. She tossed in the general direction of the nearest couch, not checking if it reached the destination or not. “Much better.” She smirked, looking him over with one layer less. “But it can be even better.” Kissing his jugular, Amber started undoing his shirt’s buttons.