Her heart raced harder as Eric rose to his feet, determination and smugness all over his face. He was gloating, she could tell, that such a hot woman was demanding sexual services of him. Under most circumstances she'd have rolled her eyes, but here, radiated with his heat and frantic with horniness, his confidence was hot. And it wasn't as if he didn’t a foundation for that self-assurance; wasn't she close to coming with just a few minutes of making out?
Amber moaned with relief when he finally put his fingers where they should be, damn it, between her legs. She watched his brow furrow with concentration as he touched her; looked down to see his hand slipping into the band of her thong. Oh, god, that was hot. Her view was obstructed when Eric dipped his head to her breasts, and that was okay, because no image was as arousing as the sensation of his tongue on her nipple. He pulled away and came back quickly enough, but Amber wasn't going to tolerate that kind of nonsense, not when she was burning up with need. She held on to the nape of his neck to make sure he didn't deviate again. She hoped he'd bite.
But he wasn't just teasing her with her mouth; the bastard was playing her with his hand. Amber rocked on his fingers, trying to fuck herself on them, since he wasn't having the decency of doing it properly. If she were alone, she'd know exactly where and how to touch herself to reach a fast and satisfying climax. Then again, if she wanted to be alone, she wouldn't be between a wall and Eric, wantonly squirming under his caresses. The frustration was a part of the fun.
By now Amber couldn't stop making noises, gasping and groaning and whimpering. She could hold it all back, if she wanted to, but she didn't. This was so much better, seeing how much her own reactions were affecting him. Feeding off each other's frenzy, they went higher and higher.
When he spoke, Amber's eyes fluttered, taking a moment to process his words. "You'll get your due-- just, now, faster." She ground herself on his hand to make her point even clearer.
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Amber moaned with relief when he finally put his fingers where they should be, damn it, between her legs. She watched his brow furrow with concentration as he touched her; looked down to see his hand slipping into the band of her thong. Oh, god, that was hot. Her view was obstructed when Eric dipped his head to her breasts, and that was okay, because no image was as arousing as the sensation of his tongue on her nipple. He pulled away and came back quickly enough, but Amber wasn't going to tolerate that kind of nonsense, not when she was burning up with need. She held on to the nape of his neck to make sure he didn't deviate again. She hoped he'd bite.
But he wasn't just teasing her with her mouth; the bastard was playing her with his hand. Amber rocked on his fingers, trying to fuck herself on them, since he wasn't having the decency of doing it properly. If she were alone, she'd know exactly where and how to touch herself to reach a fast and satisfying climax. Then again, if she wanted to be alone, she wouldn't be between a wall and Eric, wantonly squirming under his caresses. The frustration was a part of the fun.
By now Amber couldn't stop making noises, gasping and groaning and whimpering. She could hold it all back, if she wanted to, but she didn't. This was so much better, seeing how much her own reactions were affecting him. Feeding off each other's frenzy, they went higher and higher.
When he spoke, Amber's eyes fluttered, taking a moment to process his words. "You'll get your due-- just, now, faster." She ground herself on his hand to make her point even clearer.