Amber was just about done, inserting the eye liner brush back into its container, when Eric stepped up besides her. She'd noticed, in the reflection, that he'd left the shower and had dried off, but hadn't paid him much attention. Now, though. Amber eyed his reflection, catching the solidness of his form, how sculpted his pecs were. Eyed the actual person, since the mirror didn't go far enough: saw his perfect ass, his relaxed dick nestled in the dark tangle of pubic hair. Her mouth went dry. Even if they'd had all the time in the world, she couldn't have done anything, she'd overextended herself last night; her clit ached at the thought of being touched. But, oh god, what a sight; Eric gleamed slightly, still moist from the shower, and he smelled wonderful, like a hot bath.
Amber shook her head. This was no time for arousal. No time to indulge fantasies of him bending her over the sink, or of them settling in the tub, her on top, fucking him, the water slowing their movements, and watching his every pleasure-filled expression in the morning light-- shit, she was making herself horny just by thinking of it. How did she end up with more unfulfilled fantasies, the more days she spent with him?
There was no time, and she couldn't anyway, but still. Amber smirked at Eric, immeasurably cheered up by the fantasies she'd entertained in those few seconds. She kissed his cheek, just her lips against his damp skin; handed him her towel in case he wanted to dry up more; and with a final parting eyebrow raise, slinked towards the door, absolutely naked. He'd given her a show and she was happy to return the favor. It was a bit of an apology, too. He hadn't deserved getting his head bit off.
They still did need to figure out a better morning system, though.
Another day, another outfit. Cotton underwear, since she was too sensitive to have a thong rubbing against her all day. A beige skirt, one that flared because otherwise her underwear would show. A black shirt, a red belt, black strappy heels after her nylons, and she was ready. Her hair was still wet, but it'd dry on the way, like it had all these other mornings she’d woken up with him. Amber checked her alarm clock: just enough time for her to grab them food. "Want anything to eat?" Amber called out, letting her voice carry to the bathroom. "We can take bagels or toast with us." Bagels again. If they'd had time, they could've cooked something. But they didn't. "No time for coffee."
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Amber shook her head. This was no time for arousal. No time to indulge fantasies of him bending her over the sink, or of them settling in the tub, her on top, fucking him, the water slowing their movements, and watching his every pleasure-filled expression in the morning light-- shit, she was making herself horny just by thinking of it. How did she end up with more unfulfilled fantasies, the more days she spent with him?
There was no time, and she couldn't anyway, but still. Amber smirked at Eric, immeasurably cheered up by the fantasies she'd entertained in those few seconds. She kissed his cheek, just her lips against his damp skin; handed him her towel in case he wanted to dry up more; and with a final parting eyebrow raise, slinked towards the door, absolutely naked. He'd given her a show and she was happy to return the favor. It was a bit of an apology, too. He hadn't deserved getting his head bit off.
They still did need to figure out a better morning system, though.
Another day, another outfit. Cotton underwear, since she was too sensitive to have a thong rubbing against her all day. A beige skirt, one that flared because otherwise her underwear would show. A black shirt, a red belt, black strappy heels after her nylons, and she was ready. Her hair was still wet, but it'd dry on the way, like it had all these other mornings she’d woken up with him. Amber checked her alarm clock: just enough time for her to grab them food. "Want anything to eat?" Amber called out, letting her voice carry to the bathroom. "We can take bagels or toast with us." Bagels again. If they'd had time, they could've cooked something. But they didn't. "No time for coffee."