Morning's first light filled the room tentatively, gray and fuzzy but more than enough to reveal the smug curve of Eric's smile before he bent his head again and then he could've been wearing a clown's mask for all Amber cared, as long as he didn't stop, the wet pressure from his lips drawing more moans from her.
Even through the fog of desire Amber was disappointed Eric didn't list anything specific. Going into this, she'd had a firm idea of what they should do: get off quickly and then off to work. She could be riding him already. This dedicated, meticulous exploration of her body was fine and dandy when they had hours ahead of them, but the room was growing only brighter and brighter-- and yet she couldn't bring herself to cut the pleasure short either. The soles of her feet rubbed against the sheets in her impatience and excitement.
Take these off. That sounded kinda strange. And it hadn't registered at the time, but he'd told her to take her shirt off too, hadn't he? But whatever, she'd wanted her clothes off anyway and with his finger teasing her vulva just right, like he'd been trained in the art of Getting Amber Horny, she frankly didn't care. Amber hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, lifting her ass to peel them down her thighs and legs.
They'd long since abandoned the covers, relying on each other's heat to ward off the early coolness. Now completely bare, Amber felt the draught, her nipples hardening and her skin breaking out into goosebumps; if she was going to be naked, she wanted more than just Eric's breath over her pussy. "You want to get to know me?" she asked, coy. If he wanted to take his sweet time and taste every square inch of her, then he could finish what he'd started. Her fingers, so far only grasping at the covers, were cold, and she gasped as she probed her entrance. She was wetter than she'd realized. Amber touched only enough to get her fingertip glistening with moisture, then offered it to Eric, holding it before his mouth. He loved this, she knew. "Go for it." Once more she raised her hips, suggestively. The last time he'd gone down on her, it'd been amazing, almost unbearably so. Maybe it was from the relief of still having him in her life, but she wanted him to bring her to that brink again; if they were going to be late, they might as well be late in style.
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Even through the fog of desire Amber was disappointed Eric didn't list anything specific. Going into this, she'd had a firm idea of what they should do: get off quickly and then off to work. She could be riding him already. This dedicated, meticulous exploration of her body was fine and dandy when they had hours ahead of them, but the room was growing only brighter and brighter-- and yet she couldn't bring herself to cut the pleasure short either. The soles of her feet rubbed against the sheets in her impatience and excitement.
Take these off. That sounded kinda strange. And it hadn't registered at the time, but he'd told her to take her shirt off too, hadn't he? But whatever, she'd wanted her clothes off anyway and with his finger teasing her vulva just right, like he'd been trained in the art of Getting Amber Horny, she frankly didn't care. Amber hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, lifting her ass to peel them down her thighs and legs.
They'd long since abandoned the covers, relying on each other's heat to ward off the early coolness. Now completely bare, Amber felt the draught, her nipples hardening and her skin breaking out into goosebumps; if she was going to be naked, she wanted more than just Eric's breath over her pussy. "You want to get to know me?" she asked, coy. If he wanted to take his sweet time and taste every square inch of her, then he could finish what he'd started. Her fingers, so far only grasping at the covers, were cold, and she gasped as she probed her entrance. She was wetter than she'd realized. Amber touched only enough to get her fingertip glistening with moisture, then offered it to Eric, holding it before his mouth. He loved this, she knew. "Go for it." Once more she raised her hips, suggestively. The last time he'd gone down on her, it'd been amazing, almost unbearably so. Maybe it was from the relief of still having him in her life, but she wanted him to bring her to that brink again; if they were going to be late, they might as well be late in style.