Amber's gasped at Eric's sudden rise and promptly exclaimed another "oh!" as her back hit the mattress, her breath knocked out of her. Oh, fuck yes, this was what she'd been waiting all night for. He'd played the gentleman, always putting her first, and finally he'd come undone. She crossed her legs behind his back, meeting him stroke for stroke, crying out over and over as he pounded into her. She surrendered herself to the moment, driving her pelvis to bring him in deeper and faster, pleasure jolting through all of her, from her fingertips to her nipples to her vulva. Amber was so caught up she barely registered him calling out her name, but she couldn't have missed how he said it as if she were the center of his world. She groaned, a jolt going from her clit and up her vagina just from hearing that.
Eric's weight, his greedy, impulsive thrusts, the wildness in his eyes as he watched her-- oh, fuck, it was amazing. Amber never wanted this to end. She wanted to distill this moment, have it with her forever.
But if everything had to end, at least this went out with a terrific bang. Enthralled, Amber watched Eric’s face break out into contortions, as if he were giving in to this release despite himself. His body's spasms, erratic, broke the rhythm of their fucking, but she accompanied him, riding out his movements. Oh, god, she loved this, his abandon. Her head hit the mattress a few of times and hip bone banged against hip bone. She might have some bruises to remember this climax by, tomorrow.
“You liked that?” Amber asked once he seemed past his orgasm, her voice honeyed with smug satisfaction. “I told you not to hold back." She kept on rocking against his dick. She didn't think his hardness would last long enough for her to come, but she'd savor every remaining second of it. She arched to rub her breasts on his chest, stroking his back, and kissed him deeply, splaying her tongue against his. She was overwhelmed with the smell of them, his sweat and come mixed with her own. It was a potent combination.
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Eric's weight, his greedy, impulsive thrusts, the wildness in his eyes as he watched her-- oh, fuck, it was amazing. Amber never wanted this to end. She wanted to distill this moment, have it with her forever.
But if everything had to end, at least this went out with a terrific bang. Enthralled, Amber watched Eric’s face break out into contortions, as if he were giving in to this release despite himself. His body's spasms, erratic, broke the rhythm of their fucking, but she accompanied him, riding out his movements. Oh, god, she loved this, his abandon. Her head hit the mattress a few of times and hip bone banged against hip bone. She might have some bruises to remember this climax by, tomorrow.
“You liked that?” Amber asked once he seemed past his orgasm, her voice honeyed with smug satisfaction. “I told you not to hold back." She kept on rocking against his dick. She didn't think his hardness would last long enough for her to come, but she'd savor every remaining second of it. She arched to rub her breasts on his chest, stroking his back, and kissed him deeply, splaying her tongue against his. She was overwhelmed with the smell of them, his sweat and come mixed with her own. It was a potent combination.