Amber's glow intensified, her smile warm like spring day. Again Eric's words, calling her gorgeous so easily, made her heart pick up speed, doing its best to thud hard in her post-orgasm laziness. She believed him, just as much as when he'd said she made him feel good. But now it wasn't frightening. Amber felt immune, protected by their bet, by how much was under her control. His-- their-- feelings were definitely out of her grasp, but at this moment, fulfilled and with complete decision power, she could pretend that they were. Hadn't she just stopped his anger from ruining the moment?

Eric was still terrible at saying what he meant, but she thought she had an idea of what he was hinting at, now. "Oh, yeah?" Amber challenged, breathing in deeply with his mouth caressing her throat. "Do it." She wanted it. Wanted to hear him call her baby, wanted that spontaneous, natural affection. Didn't care that if it'd come from anyone else, she'd have told them off; all that mattered to her was that he meant it with whatever emotion he had. And Amber didn't know how, since she'd just come, but the thought of it, sent a jolt straight to her clit; made her wetter. Her arms folded around him, below his armpits, and she rose up into him, her bare, sweaty breasts pressing against his chest. Closed her eyes as she brushed her cheek against his, her chin resting on his shoulder. She wanted him, so much.

"Yeah," she murmured, nodding. It was about time they got horizontal.