Eric was sprawled beneath her, hers for the taking. All she had to do was get rid of his pesky wrapping and then she could luxuriate in the heat of his skin. There was no better antidote to forgetting her woes. Amber shoved to the back of her mind all her history with this bed, including all the other people she’d made out with on it, and sat on her calves. This way she could undo those buttons faster, targeting the top ones on his suit's jacket and then his shirt; every inch of revealed flesh was a reward. First the dip of his throat into his collarbone, then--
He grabbed at her hands. That wasn't her kink. Amber glared down at him. What, did he want her to stop? They'd fought over this very kind of thing before. Yet another fight would get in the way of her fucking his brains out.
No. Eric wasn't going to get in the way of her-- their-- fun. And in this month of dating, Amber had learned a trick or two in placating him. One, make him feel heard. Two, get him horny enough to say yes to practically anything. She leaned forward, bending her back and neck to kiss him again, her hair trailing over his cheeks and pillow. The mattress sighed with the movement. It started off light, her lips almost not touching his; then, as if obeying a greater force, Amber leaned further, deepening the kiss. She took her time withdrawing, slowly opening her eyes as she did so, looking into his. "I'm sure," she whispered. She'd already decided, they were going to fuck, and she wouldn't rest until they met this goal. "I need you so bad, Eric." Amber let a whimper work itself into her voice, timing it to match a thrust of her hips into his abdomen.
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He grabbed at her hands. That wasn't her kink. Amber glared down at him. What, did he want her to stop? They'd fought over this very kind of thing before. Yet another fight would get in the way of her fucking his brains out.
No. Eric wasn't going to get in the way of her-- their-- fun. And in this month of dating, Amber had learned a trick or two in placating him. One, make him feel heard. Two, get him horny enough to say yes to practically anything. She leaned forward, bending her back and neck to kiss him again, her hair trailing over his cheeks and pillow. The mattress sighed with the movement. It started off light, her lips almost not touching his; then, as if obeying a greater force, Amber leaned further, deepening the kiss. She took her time withdrawing, slowly opening her eyes as she did so, looking into his. "I'm sure," she whispered. She'd already decided, they were going to fuck, and she wouldn't rest until they met this goal. "I need you so bad, Eric." Amber let a whimper work itself into her voice, timing it to match a thrust of her hips into his abdomen.