"Unhh," Amber breathed, closing her eyes to Eric's onslaught, doing everything to her, licking, biting, wrapping her close to him. She couldn't not undulate, hips buckling and her shoulders squeezing tight together; Amber cradled the base of Eric's head, guiding him to keep on what he was doing. Felt so, so impossibly good. "Eric," she moaned, arching. Her nerves tingled, oversensitive.

She would've been happy to spend hours like that, with Eric worshipping her breasts and maybe a slight shift to let herself slide onto his dick. Amber had reached a point where she didn't care much about plans; all she wanted was to keep the pleasure coming and growing. Eric, however, seemed filled with initiative: his sudden turn that turned her world upside down was unexpected, but it was exciting too, having him covering her with his body. It gave her something to fight against, like a wrestling match.

Amber did love a fight. With a naughty grin, she surged up as he came down, the movement both sexual play and rebellion. She preferred being on top but not to the point where she couldn't tolerate fucking any other way; besides, with the direction Eric was taking, dipping to suck at her breast again, it seemed he was set on spoiling her. Who was she to turn away such an offer? "Did you, Dr. Foreman," Amber asked between pants. She couldn't have kept her voice level even if she'd cared to. She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view of whatever Eric ended up doing and raised her hip, trying without much success to rub her crotch against something. At this rate she'd need to take matters into her own hands, literally. "What did you have in mind?"