How hard Eric was struggling to hold himself in! What for? Did he have to maintain that perfect image of himself, the all-night-goer, even on the brink? Or was he really that considerate, letting his partner lead? Maybe-- but Amber was willing to bet his pride had a whole lot to do with his exertion of will-force.
Amber sat up, adjusting her knees on either side of him to get into the best pumping position. That first slide took a moment, stretching her, but now it just felt good, really fucking good, the in and out and in again. She loved the grind of his dick in her, the repeating impact of their pelvis, the scratch of his pubic hair against her thighs. She wanted to speed up, to piston as fast as possible—but didn’t need to. She could wait it out. It was so much more delicious to watch Eric's exquisite torture, the way he shook with contained lust. She wanted to hear the sounds coming out of him, all because of her.
If he wanted to fuck hard-- well, let him go for it.
Amber purposefully brought the pace down, each thrust agonizingly slow and strong. A moan escaped her. Though it usually took her a while to come a second (and third, and fourth) time, another climax was already building up inside her, hottest in her clit and flaring out through the rest of her. And Eric was only helping with finger her pussy, in just the right way.
She'd wait until she made Eric go crazy, first. Upright, she couldn't mouth him, but there was plenty more she could do. She grasped his left his thigh for support and, with her right hand, kneaded his balls. "C'mon, Eric," she panted, barely able to get the words out through her labored breathing. "Fuck me."
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Amber sat up, adjusting her knees on either side of him to get into the best pumping position. That first slide took a moment, stretching her, but now it just felt good, really fucking good, the in and out and in again. She loved the grind of his dick in her, the repeating impact of their pelvis, the scratch of his pubic hair against her thighs. She wanted to speed up, to piston as fast as possible—but didn’t need to. She could wait it out. It was so much more delicious to watch Eric's exquisite torture, the way he shook with contained lust. She wanted to hear the sounds coming out of him, all because of her.
If he wanted to fuck hard-- well, let him go for it.
Amber purposefully brought the pace down, each thrust agonizingly slow and strong. A moan escaped her. Though it usually took her a while to come a second (and third, and fourth) time, another climax was already building up inside her, hottest in her clit and flaring out through the rest of her. And Eric was only helping with finger her pussy, in just the right way.
She'd wait until she made Eric go crazy, first. Upright, she couldn't mouth him, but there was plenty more she could do. She grasped his left his thigh for support and, with her right hand, kneaded his balls. "C'mon, Eric," she panted, barely able to get the words out through her labored breathing. "Fuck me."