Amber dived right back into the kissing, need fueling her. She couldn't not open up to him, gently moving her head as she sought the best angle for deep penetration. Their tongues rubbed against each other just like their bodies, smooth and with so much pleasure. Kissing Eric was so good. Especially when-- she gasped. Closed her eyes, pushed harder against his hand. Fuck. He was in her, touching her, setting her on fire. Amber stilled her voice to keep from moaning, demanding more; he'd give it to her soon, no worries.

She made herself focus enough to drop the condom onto the bed and glide her palm over his ass, squeezing and drawing him harder towards her. "Now now," Amber admonished teasingly. "If I told you, it'd be no fun."

His fingers curling into her had settled it, though. She'd fuck him. Her vagina longed for it, to be filled and stretched; to come as Eric pumped into her. Amber wouldn't wait one more second than necessary. She snaked her hand between their sliding bodies, its progress helped by their increasing slickness, and grasped his dick. It was hot and not nearly hard enough. How familiar he was-- she'd know him by touch alone-- and yet he still turned her on. So strange. "Just follow my lead," she whispered as she tightened her grip over the base of his dick, stroking him with her thumb. Just by touching him Amber grew wetter, had to kiss him harder; he better get ready fast.