He didn't always want her; he'd turned her down cold-heartedly when she'd invited him over, a couple of a days ago, and made a fuss last night when she'd leaned into him on the couch-- to name only a few of the times he'd spurned her advances. Such a liar. The contrast between his words and actions dampened Amber's arousal and she bent one of her legs tighter and closer to her. Eric probably didn't even know what he was saying; being sex-addled could do that to a brain. She’d lost awareness of her own words, a few times.
He wanted her now, at any rate. It was amazing to watch how turned on he got just by the thought of eating her out, getting more excited by her demand than their kissing or rolling around. He couldn't get his shorts off fast enough, as if he'd need all the freedom his dick could get, and he downright scrambled to get his face back between her legs. Yeah. Amber couldn't help wriggling in anticipation, stretching out her calves and tilting her upper body as much as she could, trying to get the best view possible.
But as much as she'd meant to watch, the moment Eric went down, his breath tickling her mound, his cheeks brushing against her inner thighs, it was a lost cause: Amber fell back, groaning. Her legs spread open of their own accord as something small but firm pressed into her vagina, and she rose into that heat and pressure. Everything, even Eric's groans, seemed to fade away, insignificant compared to waves of pleasure suddenly washing over her. It was so damn much and not enough. So fucking frustrating, to be feeling this incredibly much but all out of her control, needing Eric to take the reigns. "More," she gasped, hands clenching and nails digging into her palm, "Harder--"
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He wanted her now, at any rate. It was amazing to watch how turned on he got just by the thought of eating her out, getting more excited by her demand than their kissing or rolling around. He couldn't get his shorts off fast enough, as if he'd need all the freedom his dick could get, and he downright scrambled to get his face back between her legs. Yeah. Amber couldn't help wriggling in anticipation, stretching out her calves and tilting her upper body as much as she could, trying to get the best view possible.
But as much as she'd meant to watch, the moment Eric went down, his breath tickling her mound, his cheeks brushing against her inner thighs, it was a lost cause: Amber fell back, groaning. Her legs spread open of their own accord as something small but firm pressed into her vagina, and she rose into that heat and pressure. Everything, even Eric's groans, seemed to fade away, insignificant compared to waves of pleasure suddenly washing over her. It was so damn much and not enough. So fucking frustrating, to be feeling this incredibly much but all out of her control, needing Eric to take the reigns. "More," she gasped, hands clenching and nails digging into her palm, "Harder--"