Amber bit her lip, grinning widely, basking in the sight of Eric on his knees, admiring her. She was hot, she knew, but the affirmation made her feel all the hotter. She looked down at him, posing a bit, sticking out her chest and emphasizing her heavy breathing. She hummed at the kiss on her stomach, her tummy clenching at the sudden pressure and warmth. Her thong was already so wet she couldn't tell if they were getting more soaked, but she had that rush in vagina that said yes, yes they were.

Her hum became an uncontrollable gasp as he took her nipple into her mouth, the whole of her body straining against him, her hands clasping around the back of his head and pressing him closer. “Yes.” She wanted, need more. And she got it, with his hand going over her mons. She cried out: just a bit more, lower and deeper, and-- she cried out again, this time with frustration, as he took his hand away. So close!

She whipped her hands behind her back, impatient with his fumbling, and unlatched her bra. She shrugged it off and pulled it off, letting it fall besides them. Amber then held Eric's face on either cheek, looking down at him; his pupils were dilated, and he was panting just as hard as she. It was exhilarating, seeing his excitement and eagerness.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd lost herself in lust like this, reacting so quickly and strongly. But it was fun, damn it, going wild. And, as far as she could tell, Eric was just as affected as she. He wanted this as much as she did, if not more. She’d keep on letting go of herself.

"Do it," she taunted. "Make me come here, now."