Amber let herself fall onto down to the bed as Eric tugged, curling up around him. Let him kiss her, hold her, shower her with affection. The most she could do was nudge Eric, rubbing her cheek against his, and hum with satisfaction. He was-- still no words. All Amber knew was that she leaned into him, wanting to be nowhere else.
God, she was exhausted, practically numb from ecstasy. Every once in a while a new aftershock washed over her, and she shivered, sensitive, unable to stop her body from singing so much joy.
Still. Despite her haze, his hard, thick erection hadn't escaped her attention. It seemed so distant, hardly related to her, throbbing hot against someone else, though some part of Amber knew that he must be aching with desire and that it was because of her. She blinked, slowly, pupils immense, slowly working through a thought process. He was hard. He wouldn't want to stay that way. Warmth tinged through Amber, making its way past the fog she was traveling through. She could help him with that. Could coax him into her, into coming. Maybe she was too sensitive for that. Just his body around hers, their sweat-- when had they built up so much, they were sliding against one another-- felt like an overkill. Amber rolled her head to the side, breathing shallow, but deep.
Still. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to feel pleasure from her, to feel every inch of him losing control, to know inside and out how his orgasm was. To know how good she made him feel. It’d make her happy, that she could return the favor. Her hips rose, not as another aftershock of the orgasm, but as an encouragement. She wouldn't come again, not any time soon, but she still wanted more. "The condoms," Amber whispered, lazily, somehow finding the strength to cup his face again. "They're in the bed stand, top drawer--"
Taking advantage of the natural lube their bodies had provided, Amber twisted so that her back was to him for the second time this evening. Earlier, it had been to hide her vulnerability; now, it was because on her side, with him aligned against her back, there'd be less stimulation to where she felt sore. Amber's breath quickened in anticipation; sucked on her lip in anticipation. Wriggled and bent her upper leg forward to give him the space to enter. To invite him.
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God, she was exhausted, practically numb from ecstasy. Every once in a while a new aftershock washed over her, and she shivered, sensitive, unable to stop her body from singing so much joy.
Still. Despite her haze, his hard, thick erection hadn't escaped her attention. It seemed so distant, hardly related to her, throbbing hot against someone else, though some part of Amber knew that he must be aching with desire and that it was because of her. She blinked, slowly, pupils immense, slowly working through a thought process. He was hard. He wouldn't want to stay that way. Warmth tinged through Amber, making its way past the fog she was traveling through. She could help him with that. Could coax him into her, into coming. Maybe she was too sensitive for that. Just his body around hers, their sweat-- when had they built up so much, they were sliding against one another-- felt like an overkill. Amber rolled her head to the side, breathing shallow, but deep.
Still. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to feel pleasure from her, to feel every inch of him losing control, to know inside and out how his orgasm was. To know how good she made him feel. It’d make her happy, that she could return the favor. Her hips rose, not as another aftershock of the orgasm, but as an encouragement. She wouldn't come again, not any time soon, but she still wanted more. "The condoms," Amber whispered, lazily, somehow finding the strength to cup his face again. "They're in the bed stand, top drawer--"
Taking advantage of the natural lube their bodies had provided, Amber twisted so that her back was to him for the second time this evening. Earlier, it had been to hide her vulnerability; now, it was because on her side, with him aligned against her back, there'd be less stimulation to where she felt sore. Amber's breath quickened in anticipation; sucked on her lip in anticipation. Wriggled and bent her upper leg forward to give him the space to enter. To invite him.