"That won't be a problem." Amber filled her voice with promise and leaned over just enough to kiss his cheek. She'd have preferred to aim for his mouth, but she'd just been sucking on his dick and he might get weirded out over that, too. This patch was rough enough as it was, no need to seek new ways to gross Eric out. He was still nervous: his reply was too casual for someone who'd just been freaking out. She smirked at him as sexily as she could, hoping they could get past this.

She looked down at his softening erection. Damn it. Not that she was surprised, but. She thrived on challenges, and this situation was one, but she was annoyed that she'd let Eric lose his arousal in the first place. If House were here, he’d be lambasting her for nearly killing the moment with her baseless assumptions: if your night of wild passion were a patient, he’d say, it’d be dead now. Thankfully House wasn’t here overseeing her sex life.

Amber caressed the inside of Eric’s thigh with her fingertips, going slow. They'd lost their rhythm and trying to rush back into the swing of things would be a rookie mistake. She needed to make him forget his embarrassment; bring him back to his desire. “Just you wait, Eric—- you’ll love this.” She slid her hand over to his balls, kneading them. He’d liked-— gone crazy mad—- when she’d done that earlier. When she thought it was okay to advance, she stroked again behind his balls with her other hand, careful yet firm. “You’ll beg me for more.”