Another shiver as Eric felt up the back of her thigh-- oh, god, he had no idea what he was doing to her, did he-- and one more held breath as he oh so meticulously penetrated her. Amber's vagina expanded, stretching to fit him. Even though Eric had opened her up earlier, teasing her with those three thrusting fingers, Amber felt narrow, like she was closing up from all the stimulation. And, damn, that latex, it-- she'd never fucked without it, didn't know how else a dick could feel inside her, but she suddenly wished she could have that real contact. His dick direct in her vagina. Maybe there'd be more texture, less gloss. Maybe hotter, too. At any rate, the fact that she was soaking, sopping wet made him gliding in easier, though she wish he hadn't drawn out that first entry so much. She smiled when he breathed out her name, going on about how good she felt. Yeah, that's what she wanted to hear. "I'm glad, baby," she murmured, claiming the term without even realizing it.

It was already too much. Amber held back her gasps, shaking with each impulse of Eric's entrance, exit. But near-pain or no, she wasn't going to give this up. This felt good, too, in its own way. The satisfaction of pleasuring him even when she felt ready to drift off into an eternal sleep. Amber didn't care how rubbed raw she was, she wanted Eric to come inside her. Because he was hers. She was marking her territory, claiming him for herself, even if she'd have laughed incredulously, at herself, for thinking so. It was illogical, but she felt it. "Keep going," she gasped, and ground her hips weakly, to prove her point. Clenched her hand over his, pulling both into her stomach; entwined their fingers and squeezed, anchoring herself on that hold. Delivered herself to another timelessness, now punctuated by Eric's obscene sounds, the shuddering of his body behind hers, the direction of his penis as he drove into her. Rocked back, encouraging him to pick up the speed.