Good-- no, perfect. Amber smiled wide, pleased by reaction she'd elicited from Eric with so minor a touch. She liked knowing she could make him tremble and shiver with just a stroke of her nail. The power of it made her as excited, if not more, as when his hands had travelled up her shirt, his lips on her chest. Arousal built up inside her, coiling in her abdomen, but present all over, making her skin tingle.

Slow was nice.

"Alright," she breathed. He already was teasing her, bringing her stride down, pacing himself as if time were a useless thing to be squandered. She wanted to know what he considered teasing and what other, subtler sensations they could create through mellow exploration. But she had to half-laugh, half-moan, as his mouth covered her nipple. It seemed he wouldn't be so patient after all, no matter what he begged of her. "If you're able to, that is." Hair falling and sticking to her sweaty face as she peered down at him, Amber raised her eyebrows in a dare.

And then her head was tilting back, her mouth gaping as she took in the gasps of air she suddenly needed. "Bite me," she commanded, pulling his head closer. Her fingers tightened of their own accord, curling. Her hips too pulsed forward, seeking a surface to rub against, and found nothing. The sheer frustration of lacking friction between her legs, with the scent of Eric so strong it overwhelmed her, made her gush. If he meant to torture her by asking what she wanted and not delivering, then telling him what she desired was dangerous. But she couldn't resist. "Pinch my other nipple," she gasped. "Hard."