Amber shifted, finding the coziest way to lie on Eric. He hadn't wrestled back so she remained on top, her back half exposed to the cool air. She crossed her arms over his chest, in order to best meet his gaze and radiant smile, and let her knees fall on either side of him. "I didn't either," Amber responded automatically, not even thinking to hold anything back. "I mean, about me-- about me loving you." The words shouldn't have tripped on her tongue, since she'd just said them, but it was different, repeating them with full awareness. Her flush probably showed.
The tremors from her orgasm still washed over her, more lightly and less frequently; that and the instinct to take in his warmth made her rest her chin on the back of her hands, cuddling in closer. He hadn't known he'd loved her. If-- but why doubt him? By now Amber could write a short encyclopedia on Eric's expressions, and this was about as satisfied as he got. Oddly, he usually got this self-assured and absolute contentment after they'd made up. That was more reassurance than Amber could've gotten from mere words alone.
You don't know what you do to me. That sounded intriguing. "I have some idea," Amber teased. Breathing in deep, the scent of morning and their sex filled her. They'd have to get up soon, Amber knew. Being late was one thing; blowing off work altogether was another. But-- she wanted this moment to last. She wanted to bask in these strange, warm, terrifying feelings for as long as possible. "I know I can get you hard just with stories about girls I maybe made out with." She traced his lower lip with the tip of her index finger. "I know I can make you smile like this." A few inches forward and she lightly kissed him. "And if it's anything like what you do to me..." They'd fought over precisely that, actually. Amber had hated how unreliable she became with Eric, sabotaging her other goals in favor of him. But, right now, in this bubble of happiness, she wouldn't change a thing.
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The tremors from her orgasm still washed over her, more lightly and less frequently; that and the instinct to take in his warmth made her rest her chin on the back of her hands, cuddling in closer. He hadn't known he'd loved her. If-- but why doubt him? By now Amber could write a short encyclopedia on Eric's expressions, and this was about as satisfied as he got. Oddly, he usually got this self-assured and absolute contentment after they'd made up. That was more reassurance than Amber could've gotten from mere words alone.
You don't know what you do to me. That sounded intriguing. "I have some idea," Amber teased. Breathing in deep, the scent of morning and their sex filled her. They'd have to get up soon, Amber knew. Being late was one thing; blowing off work altogether was another. But-- she wanted this moment to last. She wanted to bask in these strange, warm, terrifying feelings for as long as possible. "I know I can get you hard just with stories about girls I maybe made out with." She traced his lower lip with the tip of her index finger. "I know I can make you smile like this." A few inches forward and she lightly kissed him. "And if it's anything like what you do to me..." They'd fought over precisely that, actually. Amber had hated how unreliable she became with Eric, sabotaging her other goals in favor of him. But, right now, in this bubble of happiness, she wouldn't change a thing.