Amber pushed her hips up, guiding his touch towards her clit; he was so close, so painfully close. The tease, he was doing this on purpose, he had to be. And she loved it. When she finally did come, here or wherever, it'd feel so good, having earned the pleasure. She wouldn’t forget this night, not for a long time.

Eric’s words made her shiver with anticipation and she squirmed, squeezing his hands between her legs. God, she loved hearing him, loved hearing that sophisticated voice speaking such vulgarities. It was so unexpected, like a newscaster suddenly narrating a sex scene with pornographic detail. "Do you?" Amber asked, tone low and cool and taut. She wanted to hear more, hear him let lose a stream of obscenities.

"Funny," she commented, gripping his erection through the fabric. He was so hard she could feel his form through the silk, and she couldn't help imagining him entering her, how he’d feel inside. She already knew, from experience, but once wasn't enough. She had to have him again. But, for now, she unzipped his pants, undid his fly and, oh, it was so much more satisfying holding his dick this way, with only his underwear between their skin. Her hand encircled him. "I was thinking the same thing, making you come right here, my hand fucking your dick, with everyone around us." Amber glanced quickly to that couple she’d noticed earlier. She was pretty sure it wasn’t just her imagination: the woman was peering at them with wide eyes. But Amber wasn’t worried; the woman was far too mousy to report them to anyone. On the contrary, it only excited her all the more, that someone might really be watching.

Leaning in closer to whisper in Eric’s ear, "Race you to it—whoever comes first, loses.”