Eric could be so obvious. Amber giggled around his tongue. All she had to do was say a few lines about wanting and needing, flash some skin, and kiss like her life depended on it. With just that he was already arching into her as desperately as she, rubbing and sucking like he needed her closer still. He was so easy. Not that she was complaining!
Her hands' path was impeded by his damn shirt, so while she'd have loudly protested being rolled away and abandoned, Amber also understood the necessity. Though her flesh cried out against even this temporary abandonment, her eyes certainly appreciated the distance. Amber propped herself up on her elbows, gazing intensely. It was amazing, how lithe Eric was in so basic a motion as throwing a jacket to the side. They couldn't speak, but Amber mouthed 'rawr' and smiled as he violently did away with his shirt. Yeah, baby. His pecs and abdomen flexed with the movement, clear and beautiful and strong. Her mouth flooded with the memory of Eric's taste; she leaned forward, greedy to kiss that softly glowing skin.
The worst tease, naturally, was the belt buckle. Amber reached out, ready to get the job over with and take his dick through his zipper. She didn't care that not taking their clothes off completely might cause aggravations later: she wanted to touch and lick him now. Just the thought of it, of Eric in her, made her vagina swell with a wet warmth.
Her hand stopped. If they were going to fuck-- and, yes, they would-- they'd need a condom. Christ. By now she knew them well enough to be prepared whenever they met up out of (and at) work, but it hadn't occurred her that they'd go this far in her parent's house. It was almost enough to make her stop. But not enough. Her purse, she always had condoms in there.
She was sorry to miss the best part of Eric's striptease, but it was for the best cause. Amber slipped from off the bed and walked in quiet, wide strides to the mess of bags. It was on top of the first batch she'd brought up and, indeed, there were a couple of condoms stashed in a side pocket. While she was at it, Amber shed her skirt and pulled down her panties.
It took no more than a few seconds. She was significantly colder by the time she got back in bed, but she forgot that as soon as Eric covered her. Amber's hips met Eric's instinctively, grinding hard and slow. His cock rubbed against her pubic hairs, which both pleased and frustrated her; it was almost what she wanted.
"Mmnhhh," she murmured, returning his kiss. Her hands flitted, brushing over his shoulder, his face, his ass. So many options. She didn't know where to start. "Yeah." The mattress gave another squeak with a stronger thrust. She didn't think about it. Her bed had never been noisy before. It wouldn’t be a problem. Amber brought her right hand between them and waved the condom between her fingers. "I've got big plans."
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Her hands' path was impeded by his damn shirt, so while she'd have loudly protested being rolled away and abandoned, Amber also understood the necessity. Though her flesh cried out against even this temporary abandonment, her eyes certainly appreciated the distance. Amber propped herself up on her elbows, gazing intensely. It was amazing, how lithe Eric was in so basic a motion as throwing a jacket to the side. They couldn't speak, but Amber mouthed 'rawr' and smiled as he violently did away with his shirt. Yeah, baby. His pecs and abdomen flexed with the movement, clear and beautiful and strong. Her mouth flooded with the memory of Eric's taste; she leaned forward, greedy to kiss that softly glowing skin.
The worst tease, naturally, was the belt buckle. Amber reached out, ready to get the job over with and take his dick through his zipper. She didn't care that not taking their clothes off completely might cause aggravations later: she wanted to touch and lick him now. Just the thought of it, of Eric in her, made her vagina swell with a wet warmth.
Her hand stopped. If they were going to fuck-- and, yes, they would-- they'd need a condom. Christ. By now she knew them well enough to be prepared whenever they met up out of (and at) work, but it hadn't occurred her that they'd go this far in her parent's house. It was almost enough to make her stop. But not enough. Her purse, she always had condoms in there.
She was sorry to miss the best part of Eric's striptease, but it was for the best cause. Amber slipped from off the bed and walked in quiet, wide strides to the mess of bags. It was on top of the first batch she'd brought up and, indeed, there were a couple of condoms stashed in a side pocket. While she was at it, Amber shed her skirt and pulled down her panties.
It took no more than a few seconds. She was significantly colder by the time she got back in bed, but she forgot that as soon as Eric covered her. Amber's hips met Eric's instinctively, grinding hard and slow. His cock rubbed against her pubic hairs, which both pleased and frustrated her; it was almost what she wanted.
"Mmnhhh," she murmured, returning his kiss. Her hands flitted, brushing over his shoulder, his face, his ass. So many options. She didn't know where to start. "Yeah." The mattress gave another squeak with a stronger thrust. She didn't think about it. Her bed had never been noisy before. It wouldn’t be a problem. Amber brought her right hand between them and waved the condom between her fingers. "I've got big plans."