Amber made the most of the last few steps she took on Eric, the bumping and the grinding, and did all that she could to make him come, nibbling his ear and the side of his jaw. He lasted, though! She was half disappointed that she'd failed, but also glad: by losing, they could have more fun now. "Maybe fifteen," she conceded as she stepped down on her bare feet-- she'd kicked off her high heels along the way.

While he was busy stripping himself of his last bits of clothes, Amber dug into her bed stand drawer, grabbing a condom and her water-based lube. They could do anything, but the less work they set up for later, the safer would be whatever they ended up doing. Amber waved the items in either hand, smirking. "Time to choose, Dr. Eric Foreman: fuck me now? Or will you take your reward? Though if you'll allow me to be so bold, I suggest doing me first: you'll enjoy your reward better if you're not, uh, quite so aroused. And depending on how you hold up, you can always fuck me again." She teased, purposefully increasing her politeness to contrast how he was standing naked before her, his dick straining upwards, all of him twitching for her touch. It was the first time she’d gotten a good look at him without clothes, and what a sight. She could watch him all day, the way his chest rose and fell, the tone of his muscles, the intensity of his gaze. She felt powerful, the object of so much desire.