She latched on to his kiss, focusing on the salty taste of Eric’s lips, the shivers running through her from meeting his tongue with her own. Amber rocked her hips at his rhythm, automatically, hardly thinking about it; she just followed what felt good. What she wanted to. It was with just as little thought that she rolled faster, harder. Getting caught up in the moment.

Amber took the lube, considering it. "We'll get to that," she promised, and set it aside. She wasn't going to run this through too quickly again. This time, she'd do it at the right moment: when he was ready. And he wasn't there yet. She kissed him on the mouth one last time, cupping his face. She packed as much punch in it as she could, both for herself and for him. From Eric's mouth Amber descended, kissing his jaw, his throat. She had a flash of déjà vu; she'd just done this. But he’d enjoyed this part of the reward, and it bore repeating.

Nipping behind his ear, she splayed her hands against his chest, running her palms against them for a bit. Nice. She purred, nuzzling his neck. “Well, my student,” she kissed him where neck met shoulders. “Let’s learn a little something about positions. Think you can lie on your stomach, for me?”