Amber closed her eyes and gave in to the steadily strengthening pulse with her. She'd reached the point she wanted, of simply reacting. No thoughts, just wonderfully positive feelings. Eric's light touches were this close to making her ache, but for now she could deal with their fleeting nature. Rolling her hips gently helped take the edge off her need, and yet seemed to make it greater at the same time. Her clit wasn't getting direct pressure, but she felt the effect of her thighs rubbing together. It wouldn’t be enough in the long run, but it’d do for now.

Her skin cooled as her shirt slowly came off. Made it all the more tempting to lie down with Eric and roll around with him, absorbing his heat. But-- she gasped as his hands covered more of her, and then returned to her nipple, but his touch was no harder than before. "Stop teasing me," she moaned, louder than she meant, then shut up at how her voice echoed. Eyes wide with alarm, Amber bit her lips. Maybe a no-voice policy would be good.

She could show him in other ways what she wanted. Amber covered his hands with her own; one she squeezed, indicating just how he should be pinching her breasts. The other she trailed down into her panties, her breath growing faster. Eric was still reluctant, a fact Amber could tell by how long it took him to follow through her commands—when he was as into the moment as she, there was no lag on his part. She still had to seduce him, show him how much she wanted this, and him.

Amber sat up to give him a better angle of access-- and as she did so, the mattress gave a significant squeak. Nothing they'd hear downstairs, though, and therefore not an impediment. Amber returned to the business of bringing Eric's finger between her labia, sharing her beginning wetness.