Amber grunted with frustration. Eric's suddenly sitting up didn't make her any less turned on, his dick throbbing thickly in her. And why was he fucking kissing her collarbone if everything else about him indicated he was stopping? His sudden stillness, his paralyzed breath. He was impeding her own movements, holding her to him. They'd see how much the bed creaked when she tore away.
"How then?" Amber whispered vehemently. She couldn't believe her family was ruining even this. This was her bed, her lover. How dare they get this far in her life. How dare Eric let them. She eyed him, watching for signs of further cowardice.
But he didn't stop, not really. After that first moment he eased, his mouth kissing along her skin. Amber sighed, annoyed and confused. They'd just been getting heated up and now it was like they took several steps back. Her nerves were getting all mixed up, starting to coil back from what might be false promises. "If you don't do something soon, I will," she snapped as quietly as she could. Her hands traveled over his back, rubbing along his vertebrae and deltoids. He was hot and sweaty and fuck she wanted him. Their minuscule shifts kept him moving in her, hard as ever. He wanted her too; he couldn't hide it. If she pushed him back down-- or maybe the floor, that wouldn't make noise--
At the sound of her name, Amber gazed into Eric's eyes. He had something in mind, she could tell. Might be better than the cold, rough floor. His kiss was gentle, as were his touches. She moaned with pent-up lust. More heavy petting had better not be the full extent of his plan. She'd go crazy. "Eric," she whined, hips twitching. "Just fuck me." She didn't care how it happened anymore, just as long as she could feel his slide back and forth into her wetness. Her pussy clenched, wanting.
Not quite hearing his words, Amber went along with his flow, ending up on her back. She wrinkled her nose even as she spread her legs, surging back up into him. It was better than nothing. Plus, the bed stayed quiet, even as she rocked. Encouraged, Amber pulled Eric in for a long, deep kiss, sucking on his tongue with all that she had. Yeah, this, this-- she went faster, bucking her hips.
Creeeak. Amber choked. They had to go slow. "I don't know if I can take this," she gasped. How would she come, if they could barely move? "Eric, I need more--" Her eyes squeezed shut, overcome by a wave of desire she couldn't act on. She felt lost at sea, thrown from side to side. "Touch me."
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"How then?" Amber whispered vehemently. She couldn't believe her family was ruining even this. This was her bed, her lover. How dare they get this far in her life. How dare Eric let them. She eyed him, watching for signs of further cowardice.
But he didn't stop, not really. After that first moment he eased, his mouth kissing along her skin. Amber sighed, annoyed and confused. They'd just been getting heated up and now it was like they took several steps back. Her nerves were getting all mixed up, starting to coil back from what might be false promises. "If you don't do something soon, I will," she snapped as quietly as she could. Her hands traveled over his back, rubbing along his vertebrae and deltoids. He was hot and sweaty and fuck she wanted him. Their minuscule shifts kept him moving in her, hard as ever. He wanted her too; he couldn't hide it. If she pushed him back down-- or maybe the floor, that wouldn't make noise--
At the sound of her name, Amber gazed into Eric's eyes. He had something in mind, she could tell. Might be better than the cold, rough floor. His kiss was gentle, as were his touches. She moaned with pent-up lust. More heavy petting had better not be the full extent of his plan. She'd go crazy. "Eric," she whined, hips twitching. "Just fuck me." She didn't care how it happened anymore, just as long as she could feel his slide back and forth into her wetness. Her pussy clenched, wanting.
Not quite hearing his words, Amber went along with his flow, ending up on her back. She wrinkled her nose even as she spread her legs, surging back up into him. It was better than nothing. Plus, the bed stayed quiet, even as she rocked. Encouraged, Amber pulled Eric in for a long, deep kiss, sucking on his tongue with all that she had. Yeah, this, this-- she went faster, bucking her hips.
Creeeak. Amber choked. They had to go slow. "I don't know if I can take this," she gasped. How would she come, if they could barely move? "Eric, I need more--" Her eyes squeezed shut, overcome by a wave of desire she couldn't act on. She felt lost at sea, thrown from side to side. "Touch me."