Amber could only chuckle as Eric scrambled back up, needy beyond the telling of it, panting frantically, all but fucking her then and there. She had no idea how he even held back, going no further than sliding along her stomach. He couldn't even speak in complete sentences. At the same time, she didn't feel his urgency, deliciously sated as she was. It was so easy to peer at him coyly through half-lidded eyes, returning his hot and heavy kisses slowly, like she was sampling exquisite wines. The taste that was strongest, though, was herself, bitter and sticky.
"You think so?" she asked, glowing warmer still with the compliment. Amber ran her hands down his back, massaging him even as she pressed him and his dick to slide harder and faster against her. "You like seeing me come?" she taunted, drawing out her words for maximum effect. Eric was shivering, taunt with the final remnants of his control. "Or you like seeing me fuck?" Amber let that last consonant ring with emphasis, staring straight into his wide, desperate eyes before pushing up and kissing him, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth. Geez, he was covered in her scent. It both confused and aroused her, and Amber found herself rocking her hips more intensely, and not just because of her lingering orgasm.
She trailed her lips over his cheeks and ear. "Whaddya want, Eric?" Her legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass and the base of her spine. "Wanna fuck me?" she whispered loudly, obscenely. It'd drive him crazy, and god she wanted to see that, see him snap as he couldn't take it anymore. "I could fist you so hard, Eric, I could make you see god." He was slippery with sweat, and it wasn't just her odor, she could detect his scent too, and the mixture, it made her gasp, squeezing her eyes. "Or maybe you want your dick in me, 'cause I'm so wet, and you know it'd be good..."
Her right hand patted towards the small pile of condoms she'd dumped onto the bed; something told her that he'd want the fucking and that he wouldn't remember that slight detail of protection. Her left hand, though, trailed down his chest, curved over his pec, and tweaked his nipple, squeezing it between forefinger and thumb. "I'll do anything you want."
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"You think so?" she asked, glowing warmer still with the compliment. Amber ran her hands down his back, massaging him even as she pressed him and his dick to slide harder and faster against her. "You like seeing me come?" she taunted, drawing out her words for maximum effect. Eric was shivering, taunt with the final remnants of his control. "Or you like seeing me fuck?" Amber let that last consonant ring with emphasis, staring straight into his wide, desperate eyes before pushing up and kissing him, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth. Geez, he was covered in her scent. It both confused and aroused her, and Amber found herself rocking her hips more intensely, and not just because of her lingering orgasm.
She trailed her lips over his cheeks and ear. "Whaddya want, Eric?" Her legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass and the base of her spine. "Wanna fuck me?" she whispered loudly, obscenely. It'd drive him crazy, and god she wanted to see that, see him snap as he couldn't take it anymore. "I could fist you so hard, Eric, I could make you see god." He was slippery with sweat, and it wasn't just her odor, she could detect his scent too, and the mixture, it made her gasp, squeezing her eyes. "Or maybe you want your dick in me, 'cause I'm so wet, and you know it'd be good..."
Her right hand patted towards the small pile of condoms she'd dumped onto the bed; something told her that he'd want the fucking and that he wouldn't remember that slight detail of protection. Her left hand, though, trailed down his chest, curved over his pec, and tweaked his nipple, squeezing it between forefinger and thumb. "I'll do anything you want."