Amber was only sorry that she wasn't more conscious for this moment; if she were fully alert, aware of each electrifying, pounding detail, this would have been amazing. Would've treasured for long afterward the memory, reliving each sensation. As it was, she let herself tune out, shelling into herself. She must be really out of it, because she couldn't even tell when Eric came; didn't notice when his thrusts ebbed into rolls, when his hardness softened. Did notice when he stilled; turned her face to press her open, slack lips against his head. Couldn't even tell what part she was touching. That one action took everything that was left in her, and Amber's head fell against the pillow. Her whole body gave in, sagging against the mattress, finally accepting rest. By the time Eric hugged her again, she was fast asleep.