This was the worst sex ever. Amber couldn't but kiss and wrap her limbs around Eric with all her might and hold back her shuddering groans. Each one of Eric's maddeningly slow strokes only made the fire in her worse, burning hotter and hotter. She felt so much. Too much. Eric in so deep, every centimeter stretching her out even as he gently stroked her brow. The overwhelming scent of fucking and sweat and Eric. The delicious slide of their flesh, each brush taking Amber closer and closer but with no end in sight. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth opening with a silent cry. This was torture.
Relax, hah. What a fucking a joke. How could she when she felt ready to snap. When he dragged his dick in and out of her as slow as he fucking pleased. When he said low and husky exactly what he wanted, driving her further over the edge. Fuck this, fuck him. Amber refused this molasses pace. Taking all she wanted from their kiss, sucking without abandon, Amber snuck her hand over her mons, her lips. She was so, so wet. Almost too wet to get any traction, fingers slipping clumsily over her clit. And it was hard to time her strokes with Eric's, her knuckles and his pelvis meeting at irregular moments. "Unnhh,” she grit out.
But with two fingers working her clit and her left hand pinching at her nipple, Amber sighed with relief. This would get her somewhere and soon. That at that intense way he stared at her as if enraptured. By her. Fuck, she loved it when he looked at her like that, it made all the frustration worth it.
Amber was so close, it was just a question of a few concentrated touches and then-- "E, Eric--" Oh god, oh fuck. She latched on to his mouth, taking in his air to keep from getting any louder because god she wanted to and really couldn't stop herself from doing anything at this point. It was so good, so fucking good, to feel her pussy squeezing all around his dick, and to have him in her arms, with his soft, soft pants echoing in her ears. Amazing. "Ngghhh," Amber couldn't keep back, shuddering.
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Relax, hah. What a fucking a joke. How could she when she felt ready to snap. When he dragged his dick in and out of her as slow as he fucking pleased. When he said low and husky exactly what he wanted, driving her further over the edge. Fuck this, fuck him. Amber refused this molasses pace. Taking all she wanted from their kiss, sucking without abandon, Amber snuck her hand over her mons, her lips. She was so, so wet. Almost too wet to get any traction, fingers slipping clumsily over her clit. And it was hard to time her strokes with Eric's, her knuckles and his pelvis meeting at irregular moments. "Unnhh,” she grit out.
But with two fingers working her clit and her left hand pinching at her nipple, Amber sighed with relief. This would get her somewhere and soon. That at that intense way he stared at her as if enraptured. By her. Fuck, she loved it when he looked at her like that, it made all the frustration worth it.
Amber was so close, it was just a question of a few concentrated touches and then-- "E, Eric--" Oh god, oh fuck. She latched on to his mouth, taking in his air to keep from getting any louder because god she wanted to and really couldn't stop herself from doing anything at this point. It was so good, so fucking good, to feel her pussy squeezing all around his dick, and to have him in her arms, with his soft, soft pants echoing in her ears. Amazing. "Ngghhh," Amber couldn't keep back, shuddering.