"I'll do better than try," Amber purred. The sudden, hot swell against her ass told her everything, but even without direct contact to his dick, she'd have known. She saw in the reflection how riveted Eric’s eyes were were to her body; his grasp tightened involuntary, possessively pulling her closer. Good. He wasn't going to resist her. Amber didn't know if he'd forgotten that they were in her parents' house or if it didn't matter to him anymore; she didn't really care either. As long as she got what she wanted.
She was pretty sure about what Eric himself wanted. He was all but pushing her onto the dresser, pressing her legs open. Amber could see the appeal in that, watching herself as he took her from behind. She imagined it for a moment, bent over and holding herself against the wood and Eric ramming into her hard and fast. He'd love that, seeing her gasping face even as he had a complete view of her body from behind. And Amber wouldn't lie: seeing herself giving in to pleasure would be a pleasure in and of itself. Even now it turned her on to gaze at her hardening nipples in the mirror, at her confident smirk.
But she didn't want to be fucked. Kissing Eric, feeling his breath hot against her chin and cheeks, knowing his need... it was good, but she wasn't wet for it. For now she rubbed back, enjoying the smooth touch of his cotton jersey against her bare skin. Horny or not, getting his dick to rise to attention was pure satisfaction.
Whatever his inclinations were, Amber knew he'd follow her lead. Happy like this, Eric was more malleable than putty. So she turned around slowly, kissing him deeply once they were face to face. She let it last, going at that slow pace he so favored. "I wanna suck you off," she murmured simply. No way he'd resist that.
With that, Amber sank to her knees. Eric was still mostly dressed, though that didn't matter for this particular operation. Looking up with a grin, Amber took hold of his track suit's elastic band and started to pull down. He’d thought the game had been fun; well, she’d show him.
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She was pretty sure about what Eric himself wanted. He was all but pushing her onto the dresser, pressing her legs open. Amber could see the appeal in that, watching herself as he took her from behind. She imagined it for a moment, bent over and holding herself against the wood and Eric ramming into her hard and fast. He'd love that, seeing her gasping face even as he had a complete view of her body from behind. And Amber wouldn't lie: seeing herself giving in to pleasure would be a pleasure in and of itself. Even now it turned her on to gaze at her hardening nipples in the mirror, at her confident smirk.
But she didn't want to be fucked. Kissing Eric, feeling his breath hot against her chin and cheeks, knowing his need... it was good, but she wasn't wet for it. For now she rubbed back, enjoying the smooth touch of his cotton jersey against her bare skin. Horny or not, getting his dick to rise to attention was pure satisfaction.
Whatever his inclinations were, Amber knew he'd follow her lead. Happy like this, Eric was more malleable than putty. So she turned around slowly, kissing him deeply once they were face to face. She let it last, going at that slow pace he so favored. "I wanna suck you off," she murmured simply. No way he'd resist that.
With that, Amber sank to her knees. Eric was still mostly dressed, though that didn't matter for this particular operation. Looking up with a grin, Amber took hold of his track suit's elastic band and started to pull down. He’d thought the game had been fun; well, she’d show him.