If Amber were a cat, she'd be purring. As it was, she smiled lazily, warm and content and fluid. This was nice. This was more than nice. Eric's changes in expression were fascinating to watch: he seemed to relax, the tension in his face and shoulder muscles easing away, while he simultaneously became more alert. He was admiring her as if he didn't care about anything else in the world.
Amber let her hands stray, exploring the curves of his shoulders. She could feel the strength of his back and upper arms; he must work out, she thought. It did fit his profile of striving for perfection in every way. She could sympathize with that inclination.
Eric ceded to Amber's impulses in dancing, which suited her fine. She, in turn, followed the flow of the music, matching its rhythm as best she could. She might not be the best dancer, but she allowed herself to move naturally, and that counted for a lot. Eric, too, was natural, not forcing anything. They completed lopsided circles, caring not at all about direction.
Though they held each other, there were still a few centimeters between them. Amber imagined being closer to him, body against body. She long for that. She wanted to feel the pulse of his heart against her breast and have her ear tickled by his breath. She wanted to kiss him. God, how she wanted to kiss those pronounced lips and, through lidded eyes, watch his every reaction. She bet he'd be a good kisser, not shoving his tongue down her throat the moment she approached. He'd take it slow, letting the pleasure build up.
She could kiss him. She could pull him in til there was no space between them, and encourage him to touch her in all the ways that was decent-- and some indecent-- in a public forum. She could drag him to the closest semi-private space and see how far he'd be willing to "go." That last one was especially tempting. Just the thought of it-- Amber thrummed with want.
But more than immediate gratification, she wanted to make this last. They could spend all night together. Why rush it? There was a special pleasure in creating anticipation, let them build up their desire till they were fit to burst. Eric wanted her now, and that was nice. But she wanted him overcome with passion; how would he be then? As for herself, even impatient the way she was, she'd learned from experience how much more intense sex could be if she made herself wait.
Yes, let them take their time. Still. Amber couldn't resist trying to drive him a little crazy. She massaged the top of his spine with her fingertips and rotated her hips sensually. She knew he'd feel that with the hand he'd placed there. Amber turned her head so that she could whisper into his ear in the same way he had with her earlier. She teased: "Did you know, I'd do you right now? Right here."
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Amber let her hands stray, exploring the curves of his shoulders. She could feel the strength of his back and upper arms; he must work out, she thought. It did fit his profile of striving for perfection in every way. She could sympathize with that inclination.
Eric ceded to Amber's impulses in dancing, which suited her fine. She, in turn, followed the flow of the music, matching its rhythm as best she could. She might not be the best dancer, but she allowed herself to move naturally, and that counted for a lot. Eric, too, was natural, not forcing anything. They completed lopsided circles, caring not at all about direction.
Though they held each other, there were still a few centimeters between them. Amber imagined being closer to him, body against body. She long for that. She wanted to feel the pulse of his heart against her breast and have her ear tickled by his breath. She wanted to kiss him. God, how she wanted to kiss those pronounced lips and, through lidded eyes, watch his every reaction. She bet he'd be a good kisser, not shoving his tongue down her throat the moment she approached. He'd take it slow, letting the pleasure build up.
She could kiss him. She could pull him in til there was no space between them, and encourage him to touch her in all the ways that was decent-- and some indecent-- in a public forum. She could drag him to the closest semi-private space and see how far he'd be willing to "go." That last one was especially tempting. Just the thought of it-- Amber thrummed with want.
But more than immediate gratification, she wanted to make this last. They could spend all night together. Why rush it? There was a special pleasure in creating anticipation, let them build up their desire till they were fit to burst. Eric wanted her now, and that was nice. But she wanted him overcome with passion; how would he be then? As for herself, even impatient the way she was, she'd learned from experience how much more intense sex could be if she made herself wait.
Yes, let them take their time. Still. Amber couldn't resist trying to drive him a little crazy. She massaged the top of his spine with her fingertips and rotated her hips sensually. She knew he'd feel that with the hand he'd placed there. Amber turned her head so that she could whisper into his ear in the same way he had with her earlier. She teased: "Did you know, I'd do you right now? Right here."