The only thing keep Amber from shoving up straight into the air, riding the pleasure flooding her, was Eric holding her in place with mouth and hand; even anchored she felt ready to rise and never come back down again. "Ahnnnn," she groaned out, raw, unaccountable for how she writhed. Autumn cold or not, she broke out into a sweat, beads gathering between her breasts, along her collar bone; she burned up.
The previous times Eric had gone down on her, Amber had resisted, not trusting him. The first time it'd made her clam up; the second, it’d added a thrill of fear to her orgasm. This time, she just let go. It was so simple, so easy. She knew now that he knew what he was doing, how to make Amber come so hard she didn't know what to do with herself.
Amber inhaled mid-breath; something harder was pressing against her mons, down her clit. "Oh god, oh Eric--" she said in a rush, blinking, hyperventilating, caught between two incredible sensations, inside and out, and now he really had trapped her. She went back and forth, forth and back, into that sweet, sweet pressure going up her pussy, and against her clit, not thinking, just doing as her instinct demanded. Fucking Eric's fingers and tongue, Amber quickly raised herself to the peak, crying out as she hit it. More than ever she shook, shivering and almost sitting up, quivering all over with orgasm. God, fuck yes, this. For a few seconds she was gone, coming.
She came to falling back onto the mattress, panting with all her might. She could barely move in those few seconds right after, lazily turning her head and legs this and that way as the after-effects squeezed through her. "Mmmnnn," she purred, arching in a stretch. "Nice." If Amber could've been bothered, she'd have lifted her head to direct her glowing smile at the person who'd caused it. "C'mere," was about all that she could manage, commanding him back up huskily.
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The previous times Eric had gone down on her, Amber had resisted, not trusting him. The first time it'd made her clam up; the second, it’d added a thrill of fear to her orgasm. This time, she just let go. It was so simple, so easy. She knew now that he knew what he was doing, how to make Amber come so hard she didn't know what to do with herself.
Amber inhaled mid-breath; something harder was pressing against her mons, down her clit. "Oh god, oh Eric--" she said in a rush, blinking, hyperventilating, caught between two incredible sensations, inside and out, and now he really had trapped her. She went back and forth, forth and back, into that sweet, sweet pressure going up her pussy, and against her clit, not thinking, just doing as her instinct demanded. Fucking Eric's fingers and tongue, Amber quickly raised herself to the peak, crying out as she hit it. More than ever she shook, shivering and almost sitting up, quivering all over with orgasm. God, fuck yes, this. For a few seconds she was gone, coming.
She came to falling back onto the mattress, panting with all her might. She could barely move in those few seconds right after, lazily turning her head and legs this and that way as the after-effects squeezed through her. "Mmmnnn," she purred, arching in a stretch. "Nice." If Amber could've been bothered, she'd have lifted her head to direct her glowing smile at the person who'd caused it. "C'mere," was about all that she could manage, commanding him back up huskily.