Eric groaned so low Amber could only feel the vibrations through his skin. If her mouth weren't so thoroughly filled with dick, she'd have smiled because fuck yeah Eric was crumbling, finally. He thrust hard once, twice, over and over, and Amber took him in, following his motions with her head. She braced her thighs and held on firm to his ass. The warm, sweaty taste in her mouth strengthened. Even without him telling her, Amber knew. Soon--
An entirely different taste flooded her, salty and bitter. Touchdown. Feeling as smug as Eric looked when he'd come in high on his victory in the backyard, Amber sucked all the harder. She wanted him to feel this all night long. She wanted the pleasure to ring within Eric throughout the meal, marking him more clearly than any tattoo ever could. Then he wouldn't forget just how damn good she could make him. He'd know he was hers. All hers.
As Eric came, Amber caressed his buttocks, her strokes slowing down as he reached the end of his orgasm. When she was certain he was done, she carefully slid his softening dick from her mouth, her hands sliding down his legs. "Like that?" she asked, smirking. Of course he did.
Amber stood up, slightly wobbly. In the heat of the moment she'd forgotten the reality of joints and they mutely reminded her of their existence as she got up. Though her own arousal, buzzing her lightly like a first glass of wine, did soften everything. Still grinning wide, Amber wrapped her arms around Eric. Glowing and sated was a fantastic look on him. A sheen of sweat covered even his face. It was a relief to hold him after kneeling in the cold for all that time. Without thinking Amber closed her eyes and kissed him deep.
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An entirely different taste flooded her, salty and bitter. Touchdown. Feeling as smug as Eric looked when he'd come in high on his victory in the backyard, Amber sucked all the harder. She wanted him to feel this all night long. She wanted the pleasure to ring within Eric throughout the meal, marking him more clearly than any tattoo ever could. Then he wouldn't forget just how damn good she could make him. He'd know he was hers. All hers.
As Eric came, Amber caressed his buttocks, her strokes slowing down as he reached the end of his orgasm. When she was certain he was done, she carefully slid his softening dick from her mouth, her hands sliding down his legs. "Like that?" she asked, smirking. Of course he did.
Amber stood up, slightly wobbly. In the heat of the moment she'd forgotten the reality of joints and they mutely reminded her of their existence as she got up. Though her own arousal, buzzing her lightly like a first glass of wine, did soften everything. Still grinning wide, Amber wrapped her arms around Eric. Glowing and sated was a fantastic look on him. A sheen of sweat covered even his face. It was a relief to hold him after kneeling in the cold for all that time. Without thinking Amber closed her eyes and kissed him deep.