Amber only just stifled a gasp as Eric stroked her entrance as more a passing thought than a caress; she ground down harder involuntarily. He could finger-tease her all he wanted but she doubted he'd skirt his own pleasure. His dick's growing hardness told her all she needed to know, if the stronger odor his sweat and his languid groans hadn’t been informative enough. Dr. Eric Foreman was awake and willing to serve.
She was aroused enough to lose track of the details, swept up as she was in a wave of desire. All she knew was that she felt good and that she wanted more. Wanted Eric to lose himself too. Amber palmed along his ribcage, massaging his smooth skin; felt him speak with her fingers, his chest thrumming with his voice. Right, shirt off. Made sense. Without it Eric could touch more of her. Amber did love it when he pinched her nipples and maybe he could do that thing with his mouth-- she sat up abruptly, hips still undulating, and ripped her shirt over her head. "Better?" she purred.
As long as she was up, she might as well deal with some other things too. She leaned towards her bed stand, pawing in the darkness to find the drawer's knob. There were some clattering and rolling sounds as she yanked the drawer open; probably one of the lube bottles had fallen over. Never mind. She blindly grasped a bunch of condoms and dumped them nearby, to be easily grabbed when the time came. After years of fucking protection was primary instinct.
"Excuse the interruption," Amber said huskily, straightening herself over Eric once more. Running her hands down his arms, she found his hands and clasped them. "I believe this is what you were hoping for?" She made his fingers splay over her breasts; obvious, yes, but Amber wouldn't put it past him to tease her if given half the chance.
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She was aroused enough to lose track of the details, swept up as she was in a wave of desire. All she knew was that she felt good and that she wanted more. Wanted Eric to lose himself too. Amber palmed along his ribcage, massaging his smooth skin; felt him speak with her fingers, his chest thrumming with his voice. Right, shirt off. Made sense. Without it Eric could touch more of her. Amber did love it when he pinched her nipples and maybe he could do that thing with his mouth-- she sat up abruptly, hips still undulating, and ripped her shirt over her head. "Better?" she purred.
As long as she was up, she might as well deal with some other things too. She leaned towards her bed stand, pawing in the darkness to find the drawer's knob. There were some clattering and rolling sounds as she yanked the drawer open; probably one of the lube bottles had fallen over. Never mind. She blindly grasped a bunch of condoms and dumped them nearby, to be easily grabbed when the time came. After years of fucking protection was primary instinct.
"Excuse the interruption," Amber said huskily, straightening herself over Eric once more. Running her hands down his arms, she found his hands and clasped them. "I believe this is what you were hoping for?" She made his fingers splay over her breasts; obvious, yes, but Amber wouldn't put it past him to tease her if given half the chance.