Already needy, having Eric touch her harder seemed only to make things worse. He knew just how to press, his fingers blazing a trail over her skin; it was as if parts of her only came to life with his caresses. Amber wanted more but it wasn't as if she were getting it. Her hip's thrusts became an insistent rocking, seeking what Eric wasn't delivering; she bit her lower lip, attempting to hold back her whine. She couldn't say his name. Couldn't moan. Couldn't. Amber was being pulled tighter and tighter, a ball of longing. She wasn't sure she could hold it all in. She had to.
Amber felt the release of her bra, so she shrugged it off, together with her shirt. The tug of straps where they shouldn't be and half-falling sleeves always bothered her, even more annoying than having them on.
She'd barely had the time to throw them aside when Eric used her unbalance to bring her down. Amber let out a soft grunt of protest-- this was delaying her gratification!-- but found that her frustration dissipated up close to Eric like this. "Hi," Amber whispered back, mesmerized. She'd mostly closed her eyes while sitting on him, but now... that glow in his eyes. Her heart stuttered. They'd been together for weeks and he still looked at her like that. It frightened and thrilled her. How much longer would that last?
His lips glistened slightly, perhaps with fresh saliva. Irresistibly drawn, Amber bent her head, opening her mouth to his. Kissed him desperately, sucking on his tongue, unable to get enough. She'd so ache from beard burn tomorrow, but for now, it just made the kiss rougher, sweeter. "Unh," she couldn't help, though she tried to keep it quiet. A bit longer and that slight suggestion of hardness would be very satisfying indeed.
Her knees fell down on either side of him, all the better to grind into him. She should've gotten more of his clothes off before. Now that her hands truly itched to run over his biceps, to hold on firm to his hips-- all she had to grasp was his suit. Unacceptable. Still kissing, her hands pulled his shirt from his trousers and moved up. There. Like that. Yes.
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Amber felt the release of her bra, so she shrugged it off, together with her shirt. The tug of straps where they shouldn't be and half-falling sleeves always bothered her, even more annoying than having them on.
She'd barely had the time to throw them aside when Eric used her unbalance to bring her down. Amber let out a soft grunt of protest-- this was delaying her gratification!-- but found that her frustration dissipated up close to Eric like this. "Hi," Amber whispered back, mesmerized. She'd mostly closed her eyes while sitting on him, but now... that glow in his eyes. Her heart stuttered. They'd been together for weeks and he still looked at her like that. It frightened and thrilled her. How much longer would that last?
His lips glistened slightly, perhaps with fresh saliva. Irresistibly drawn, Amber bent her head, opening her mouth to his. Kissed him desperately, sucking on his tongue, unable to get enough. She'd so ache from beard burn tomorrow, but for now, it just made the kiss rougher, sweeter. "Unh," she couldn't help, though she tried to keep it quiet. A bit longer and that slight suggestion of hardness would be very satisfying indeed.
Her knees fell down on either side of him, all the better to grind into him. She should've gotten more of his clothes off before. Now that her hands truly itched to run over his biceps, to hold on firm to his hips-- all she had to grasp was his suit. Unacceptable. Still kissing, her hands pulled his shirt from his trousers and moved up. There. Like that. Yes.