Why did he have to say these things out loud? She wondered. She turned away from him timidly.
Ernest gave a troubled sigh,
'It's useless, you're just too arousing.'
'What..?'
'Your reactions are just too cute.'
She could not fathom what Ernest had said for a moment; cute was a word reserved for her sister. That word was not familiar to her; there was a surprise in her eyes. But she was both troubled and excited like a little rabbit. (Zuben: Are you sure you want to be a rabbit? That's your sister's shtick.)
'Ernest…'
'Is something the matter?'
'Um, no…'
She didn't know why she had called his name. She thought it was because she was glad that he had called her cute. Amber became bashful and closed her eyes to avoid the source of her discomfiture.
Ernest kissed the closed lids and went back down to her chest, while his other hand parted her damp petals,
'Oh! Oh my! Wait!'
'That is impossible, I can't hold back anymore.' he said, as he took a breast in his mouth and his other hand scooped at the honey pouring out of her the moment he sucked on her breast.
'Oh!' Something trembled inside her lower abdomen and shot through her body as he ran his finger up and down her petals. Her nipple was grazed with his teeth and pleasure caused her to pull at the sheets.
'Amber, don't grab that.' Ernest said as he took her hand and entwined her hand in his. The connection made her embarrassed. She felt she would hold him so tightly she would leave marks in his hand. (Zuben: I think that is the idea)
Ernest looked at her hand as though he was looking at something precious.
'Don't grab the sheets, you should hold on to me.'
'But...but...ahn~'
His breath felt hot against her moist redbud, Amber could not control the undulations of her waist. She tightened her grip on his hand. Ernest smiled at that and continued to trace the seam of her sex that was wet with her nectar. He pushed in and found the projection that sat atop her inner petals.
What did Ernest do?
She knew where he was touching but pleasure had come from a place that she had never touched before. It was too much; the wound up Amber tightened her grip on his hand,
'Hmm! Ah, ~ don't touch there…'
'It's all right, I heard that any woman would enjoy it if you touch her here.' he said gently as he stroked the delicate hand in his with his thumb. Contrary to his gentle expression and tone, the fingers touching her sex were unforgiving.
He coated his finger with her nectar and rubbed the fluid on the engorged bud. A heat that should not possibly come from touching such a small part sprang up surprising Amber, she tried to getaway.
'Amber, don't run away. I'm still doing something pleasant.'
'Ah but…!'
Ernest sucked on her nipples teasing Amber who wanted to escape from too much pleasure. She was hit by slight pain and more pleasure followed. She grasped his silver hair with her other hand. Ernest smiled at that and continued to tease her flower core with his fingers. As he stroked in circles, the pleasure accumulated and more nectar poured from her.
'Oh, no...no more…' she cried. Even when she shook her head in protest, she could not escape it. Her fingers gripped his hand and hair tighter. He continued to lave at her nipples as he teased her petals, and Amber' back began to arch,
'Don't worry, let yourself go.'
She felt like she was drowning in a sea of sensuality. Ernest crushed her engorged bud under his finger, and behind Amber' eyes there was a flash and dazzling stars burst in her head making her tearful.
She was thankful for his warm hand holding hers as she sank into ecstasy for the first time, or she feared she would have drowned.