Amber screamed. Didn't even know it, it just came out of her, together with the rest of her orgasm, flooding her every nerve, muscle, cell with intensity. Couldn't even really tell if it was pleasure or pain, just that she was heightened with awareness of her self, and that she was crashing, crashing. And then she was sobbing, because past the first wave, it felt good, and she covered her face, her body jerking helplessly with each new ripple. Eventually the sensations ebbed away, leaving her mostly with a faint humming all over.

That was-- no, words still hadn't come back to her. Amber took a shuddering breath, sitting up, trying to avoid any more physical stimulation to her genitals. She was tired, raw, sated, like she'd just finished five exercise sessions one after the other. Tingled all over. But she sought Eric with her hands, wanting to bring him up, to kiss him, to hold him as her heart kept on swelling, threatening to burst. She wanted to tell him, to give him an inkling of how she'd felt and was feeling, and how, if she weren't so exhausted, happy she'd be. Amber wouldn't have told him how dependent she'd been there, relying on his every movement to keep her on the right track, as if he'd been carrying her along the edge of a cliff. That she'd keep to herself. But if he'd known, read her well enough, how to keep her from falling, then he could probably notice all that without her saying a single thing. Amber sighed, carressing with her hands every part of him within reach, trying to communicate that way some of the emotion inside her.