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One More Night [BellaB and Amaranthine]

Who cared? Not Amber it seemed - maybe she was being dumb but whiskey had a way of making people do dumb things and combined with how natural being with Brandon was, she was unable to fight. With him on top of her all she could to was grasp at him; her hands slid up beneath the fabric of his shirt against the smooth flesh of his abdomen, still familiar but hardened with several years of growth.

She didn't answer him, not verbally - instead her full lips did the talking as she opened them just enough for her tongue to slip between them and run against his. Her back arched as be palmed at her breast. Brandon wasn't the only one with a desire here. Despite the history, maybe especially because of the history, Amber didn't know how to say no to him. Though their relationship hadn't worked, they had always been good at being physical with each other. She knew that if she didn't stop this, if she let him pry her clothes from her and bury himself deep inside of her like he used to, she was in for something good.
 
All that Amber needed to go in order to get Brandon going was give in. When she didn't pull away and even kissed him in turn, the young man was quickly lost to desire. He responded to her tongue's gentle request with his own, and acted much stronger in the way that he returned the passion. His lips pressed hard to hers as he grabbed at her chin with a rough hold, and all the while he continued to fondle her breast. The more that they kissed, the harder that the forming bulge in his pants grew. Before long he was filled with an unavoidable need.

He pulled away from the kiss, not quite willingly. He had better things to do like kiss the sweet spot on her neck and nibble at the sensitive flesh. He knew from past experience that Amber enjoyed that kind of stuff, so he hoped that was still true. As his lips made their way down her neck and towards her chest, he pulled her shirt up by the lower hem until her abdomen was left bare except the pile of fabric that was now forced to bunch up above her breasts.
 
Brandon taking control of their kiss only worked to arouse her; though she wasn't necessarily the submitting type she did enjoy when someone else would take the lead. For the most part, usually. Obviously Brandon had remembered that, because he also remember just the right spot on her neck to focus on in order to make her let out a sweet, soft moan. She could get lost in him easily and she did; in that moment, the consequences of their actions were the last thing on her mind. One of the brunette's hand found the man's dark locks and curled in to them, while the other had pushed the thin fabric of his top out of the way just enough for her fingertips to graze over his abdomen and towards the zip of his jeans.

She knew that she shouldn't. Amber knew one hundred percent, undeniably, that she was making a mistake. She just didn't care.

It had been too long since she had felt loved or been touched; she was back in a shitty place with nothing but shitty people. Among all of the chaos there was one good thing and it was the moment that she was lost in. "Don't stop," she gasped as his fingers ran up the median of her tummy to push her shirt up over her breasts.
 
Like he would have ever stopped - just having his fingers on Amber's skin was enough to make Brandon feel like he was on fire. It didn't help that she had palmed his cock through his jeans, which made him only crave every inch of her more. He kissed and he touched from her breasts down to her belly at which point his tongue trailed along the lining of her hip bone and then Brandon looked up at her face from his spot low on her body. He was amazed by how beautiful the brunette looked. That was something that he had taken for granted the first time that they were together - and the second, and every other time.

"Like I'd ever stop," he returned as his front teeth nipped at her skin, careful to do no more than catch her attention with it. After that his trail of kisses urged closer towards the waist of her shorts. At that point he could barely hold back, and he straddled himself over her legs to unbutton her bottoms. Once the zip was out of the way he urged the offending fabric over Amber's ass and down her legs.
 
Amber didn't stop Brandon at any point - not as his lips trailed down her body, not as his fingers toyed with her shorts, not as he pulled the fabric straight from her body to leave her covered purely by her undies. She hadn't been prepared to be seen naked so she was in nothing fancy; her bra was rose-colored and plain, her undies black as the night with a lacy trim against her smooth stomach. She eyed him as he pried her clothes off and once they were pushed aside her fingers found a spot among the curls of his hair. Her grip tightened and she pulled just hard enough that he would know she wanted him to come back up towards her.

In that moment she needed him like she needed oxygen, and she ached to have his mouth against hers and his clothes tossed aside just like her own were. "C'mere," she managed to gasp as she silently prayed he would listen. They had barely started touching each other and she already felt like she would never be able to get enough of him.
 
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