At lightning speed Eric sat up and Amber smiled at him, smug and satisfied by his drive; smiled harder when he fumbled with tearing the package open. She felt so lazy, like a hammock swinging lightly in the breeze. Turning towards him, she idly waited, carelessly brushing her hand over her mons and inner thighs, reveling in just how wet she’d gotten. She wasn’t along for long; soon he filled the space between her legs again and she got a heady rush; couldn’t resist spreading further, encouraging him as close and snug as possible. Their the kiss was amazing, short and light, and not at all satisfying the need she had for deeper, deeper, deeper.
He penetrated her, steady and smooth, and even as sopping wet and relaxed as she was, he stretched her, making every inch of her cervix thick and intense. Amber shuddered, groaning out. The spasm went up and down all her nerves and muscles, a body-long shake. She'd forgotten how sensitive she could get after oral sex; it was like she'd taken all the pleasure she could and now the excess spilled over. Amber gasped again, arching up as if it'd help, but there it was again, that tingle edging on pain; pulling away was no better. She could not keep Eric's intense gaze, her eyes squeezing shut as her head fell back onto her pillow even as her chest and hips surged upward again, unable to resist the call of Eric moving against her. "Nggggh," she gritted out, helpless against the sensations ripping through her. "Ohh, oh, oh--"
His lips dipped over hers again and her eyes sprang open; she drank him in round short, dry pants. It wasn't enough. Even warring between bliss and hurt, Amber needed more. She kissed him again, tongue pushing into him together with her body, but she couldn't keep it up, not the way her lungs demanded air. She resorted to nipping along his jaw, moaning nonstop all the while, the prick of his stubble against her skin only making her urgency stronger. He was so hot and sweaty and big and all over her and god she was out of control. "Eric," she cried, "Eric."
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He penetrated her, steady and smooth, and even as sopping wet and relaxed as she was, he stretched her, making every inch of her cervix thick and intense. Amber shuddered, groaning out. The spasm went up and down all her nerves and muscles, a body-long shake. She'd forgotten how sensitive she could get after oral sex; it was like she'd taken all the pleasure she could and now the excess spilled over. Amber gasped again, arching up as if it'd help, but there it was again, that tingle edging on pain; pulling away was no better. She could not keep Eric's intense gaze, her eyes squeezing shut as her head fell back onto her pillow even as her chest and hips surged upward again, unable to resist the call of Eric moving against her. "Nggggh," she gritted out, helpless against the sensations ripping through her. "Ohh, oh, oh--"
His lips dipped over hers again and her eyes sprang open; she drank him in round short, dry pants. It wasn't enough. Even warring between bliss and hurt, Amber needed more. She kissed him again, tongue pushing into him together with her body, but she couldn't keep it up, not the way her lungs demanded air. She resorted to nipping along his jaw, moaning nonstop all the while, the prick of his stubble against her skin only making her urgency stronger. He was so hot and sweaty and big and all over her and god she was out of control. "Eric," she cried, "Eric."