Eric had gone off in his own world, eyes closed and leaning against the shower wall. Seemed to forget even her, trilling with whatever was going on inside him. Amber watched that moment of seclusion, expression softening. It was bittersweet, knowing she'd pushed him that far, that he'd felt comfortable enough to be that selfish. She knew how hard it was for him to let go, keeping up those notions he'd drilled through his skull on how to behave and treat women. It was also a bit-- lonely. She wasn't a part of that peak, not really. No more than he was when she came. In the end, what did it matter who got you to orgasm, if the results were the same? Then again, who else would've blown and fingered him in the gym? No one else, so far.
Apparently Eric was so buzzed he didn't notice her thoughtfulness, simply snuggling her. She let his own emotions, brimming with joy, wash over her just as the water did. Fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms back around him, sinking her weight into his. Stroked the nape of his neck as he cradled his head upon her shoulder, slowly, tenderly. She wanted to sleep here and now, so badly, just enough to deal with the exhaustion. But she couldn't show it. She'd lost already, couldn't expose more vulnerabilities. Cockily, she told him, "I'm just amazing." His vague but heart-felt flattery was much appreciated; Amber knew just how hard he'd come, but she was glad that his first post-reaction was glowing. Could've just as easily closed up, like last night. Amber pressed her lips against his jaw, the hot water mingling between them.
While he stepped out, Amber tilted her head up into the spray, closing her eyes, summoning up reserves of energy. They'd eat soon, at that sandwich place. That'd do her wonders; her stomach growled its approval. Tired, in a cramped place, she kept bumping into Eric, elbow in his back, her shoulder blades against his chest. Their feet too skirted round one another as they shuffled for the prime spot beneath the shower head. The soap in her hands, Amber lathered up for a full-body wash, enough to undo the accumulated sweat. Her ponytail she left up; knowing them, they'd likely need another round at cleaning up before going to sleep, and she'd take care of her hair then. Besides, the water temperature had already drastically fallen.
Fully rinsed off, Amber picked up her lotion and forgotten condom and walked out of the box, stretching her arms over her head. She trailed water everywhere. Not that she cared, now that they were done with the room, but she quickly dug through her bag anyway for a towel, if only to keep from shivering.
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Apparently Eric was so buzzed he didn't notice her thoughtfulness, simply snuggling her. She let his own emotions, brimming with joy, wash over her just as the water did. Fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms back around him, sinking her weight into his. Stroked the nape of his neck as he cradled his head upon her shoulder, slowly, tenderly. She wanted to sleep here and now, so badly, just enough to deal with the exhaustion. But she couldn't show it. She'd lost already, couldn't expose more vulnerabilities. Cockily, she told him, "I'm just amazing." His vague but heart-felt flattery was much appreciated; Amber knew just how hard he'd come, but she was glad that his first post-reaction was glowing. Could've just as easily closed up, like last night. Amber pressed her lips against his jaw, the hot water mingling between them.
While he stepped out, Amber tilted her head up into the spray, closing her eyes, summoning up reserves of energy. They'd eat soon, at that sandwich place. That'd do her wonders; her stomach growled its approval. Tired, in a cramped place, she kept bumping into Eric, elbow in his back, her shoulder blades against his chest. Their feet too skirted round one another as they shuffled for the prime spot beneath the shower head. The soap in her hands, Amber lathered up for a full-body wash, enough to undo the accumulated sweat. Her ponytail she left up; knowing them, they'd likely need another round at cleaning up before going to sleep, and she'd take care of her hair then. Besides, the water temperature had already drastically fallen.
Fully rinsed off, Amber picked up her lotion and forgotten condom and walked out of the box, stretching her arms over her head. She trailed water everywhere. Not that she cared, now that they were done with the room, but she quickly dug through her bag anyway for a towel, if only to keep from shivering.