They have sex on Reese's couch

"Reese?" Amber asked, still looking out the window. Their voice dripped dreamily from her lips like honey.

"Yeah?"

Her fingers stroked the tented fabric over their crotch. "Is this okay?" she asked, voice soft, as she stroked further along their shaft, teasing it through the denim.

"Uh huh," Reese muttered stupidly, with just enough self-awareness to neither go slack-jawed nor crash the car. They were only a few buildings away from their own; good, because they were about to explode.

"Good." Reese glanced at Amber and, though they couldn't see her face full-on, saw that her reflection wore a lazy smile.

They pulled into the driveway.

After parking the car and turning it off, Reese sat there for a second, admiring Amber's face. She was visibly sleepy, eyes half-closed, resting her head against the window. She gave Reese's thigh a gentle squeeze before sitting straight, unbuckling her seatbelt, and putting her bag in her lap.

Reese opened the passenger side door and offered Amber their hand. She took it, lacing her fingers through theirs, and climbed out. "You're so sleepy," Reese mused, leading Amber to the front door.

"No, I'm awake!" Amber yawned.

"It's cute." Reese squeezed her hand. "C'mon." They unlocked their door and led Amber inside.

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The moment Reese locked the door Amber wrapped her arms around them and buried her face in their chest. "Mmm," she purred, giving them a squeeze. Reese returned her embrace, stroking her lower back.

Amber cupped Reese's cheek and pulled them into a kiss. Reese nearly swooned as their lover's lips pressed gently to their own. They pulled her as close to them as they could, basking in her warmth.

She was still cupping their cheek when their lips parted. Her other hand found Reese's and squeezed. Without a word Amber turned on her heels and led Reese into the living room, to the couch.

As Reese flopped onto the couch they carefully pulled Amber down with them. There was enough room for them to lie more or less side-by-side, though they had to squeeze tight together. Amber leveled her face with Reese's and pulled them into another long, time-stopping kiss, stroking their cheek and arms, sometimes moving her hand down to theirs.

"Baby," Amber whispered, resting her forehead against Reese's. "My baby..." She blushed. "Sorry... I'm so lame..." She stroked Reese's cheek in a gentle rhythm that could have lulled them to sleep, given enough time.

"Why are you lame?" Reese replied, keeping their voice low.

"'Cause."

"'Cause why?"

"'Cause I like you a lot."

"Oh."

"And I wanna be your friend."

"You are."

"But I wanna have sex with you."

"I thought we already worked that out," Reese said, giggling. They kissed Amber's forehead. "Is that... still what you want?"

“Mmhmm...” Amber nodded slowly. "I'm so tired."

"I know." Another kiss.

"And I feel silly."

"Why?"

"'Cause I call you silly names."

"I like it."

"Are you sure?" Amber's sleepy eyes regarded Reese with sincere concern. "I can stop."

"I don't want you to stop." Another kiss.

"But what if I want you to call me stuff, too?"

"Then I will."

She nuzzled their forehead in lazy, sloppy circles. "Reese..." She pressed her lips to theirs and lingered.

Reese sighed into the kiss, closing their eyes and squeezing Amber tight against them.

Her tender caress made the slow journey from Reese's cheek to their sternum. She tugged at their collar, slipped her hand inside, brought her hand around the back of their neck, and pressed them as tight against her as she could. She purred into their mouth, and for a moment she sounded as though she'd fully awoken.

Amber resumed her manual exploration of Reese's body, drifting southward to their stomach, to their waist... a heavy, hushed, anticipatory sigh billowed from Reese's lips as Amber's hand found the stretched, tented fabric over their crotch.

Reese, however, made it clear that the sensation was, for a moment, overwhelming. They wanted to pull away, wanted to ask her if she wanted this, but Amber kept her lips firmly clamped to Reese's, tongue lazily exploring their mouth.

They wanted to do something for her, too.

Reese blindly fumbled with Amber's shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. They slipped their hand inside and cupped her breast. At the first opportunity they pulled away from Amber's lips and drifted down to her chest. They buried their face in her chest, savoring the scent of her soap, the lingering aroma of the coffee shop, the sweat from that morning and the night before... They kissed everywhere they could find before latching onto her nipple.

Amber held Reese in place with one hand while she caressed their crotch with the other. "Baby," she purred. "My baby..."

After a minute of gentle suckling Reese switched to her other breast, daintily pulling the bra away just enough to bare her stiffening nipple. They kissed it, lapped at it, teased their exhausted lover, before taking it fully into their mouth.

Amber curled around them, encouraging them to continue, begging them to continue with every caress and stroke. She deftly unzipped their jeans and slipped her hand inside, wasting no time in taking hold of Reese's member and jerking it, gently, slowly. "Is this okay?" her voice was so quiet, so tender, so unlike the bold, husky exhortations from before.

Reese released Amber's nipple from their mouth and nuzzled her chest. "Are you sure?" they asked, kissing the spot between her breasts. "You don't have to."

"But I want to," she murmured.

"I thought you were tired..."

Amber played with Reese's hair. "I am... but I want you... I've wanted you all day..."

"Yeah?" They kissed her chest again.

"I shouldn't have asked for those pictures..."

"Why?"

"'Cause... the first one... made me miss this..." She gave Reese's cock a loving squeeze. "And the second one... made me miss... this..." Her other hand moved from Reese's hair to their lips. She traced their lower lip with her index finger; they slipped it into their mouth and sucked.

Reese surreptitiously slipped their hand under Amber's skirt, past the band of her panties, and found that she was already wet. She let out a soft gasp as they began teasing her clit, tracing the folds of her labia, penetrating her with one finger, then two. Before she could release another fevered exhalation Reese moved up and pressed their lips to hers, holding her close as they masturbated her. Amber continued doing the same to them.

It didn't feel like either of them were trying to make the other cum. It felt more like... like an amplification of what their mouths were doing, a way of making each other feel wanted, needed, appreciated.

After a few minutes Amber released Reese's cock. She planted a few more kisses on their hungry lips before scooting over and bringing her knees up, causing Reese's teasing hand to fall away. Amber reached under her skirt and squirmed. She kissed Reese's chest and neck as she awkwardly removed her panties. She pressed her knees against Reese's stomach, slipping her underwear further down, and once they were dangling around one ankle she rolled her foot until they fell to the floor.

Amber didn't seem satisfied. She scooted forward, nuzzled Reese's chest, and gripped their waistband. She tugged down, tugged again, slowly revealing their underwear. "Are you sure?" Reese asked softly. Amber nodded into their chest and tugged again. Reese arched their back and lifted their legs up, just enough to help Amber. Their jeans and boxers soon joined Amber's panties on the floor.

She resettled into her earlier position beside Reese, scooting back up until she could bring her lips to theirs. Her oral and manual affections were still languid, tired, but there was a newfound intensity that excited Reese.

They returned to masturbating each other, taking care not to push the other too far.

For a few minutes, anyway.

"Baby," Amber purred, kissing Reese's face -- their brows, the bridge of their nose, their septum piercing, their chin. "I want you... in my mouth..." She sat up with some effort. She ran her hand through her hair as she looked at the cock in her grip. A small, sleepy smile crossed her lips. She slowly lowered herself toward Reese's groin.

"Amber," Reese murmured, bringing their hand up to her face. She leaned into their caress and sighed happily. "Maybe we should..." They blushed. "...take care of each other..."

That cute, dreamy smile grew bigger. Amber made a happy sound in the back of her throat, almost a chirp, as she tilted toward Reese's crotch and climbed over them. Her body sagged against theirs, not completely on top, more like two-thirds, one knee against the cushion and the other grinding into the back of the couch by Reese's face. Amber sighed as she pressed her lips to the head of Reese's cock, making them shudder, making their knees buckle slightly.

The hem of Amber's skirt brushed against Reese's nose. It tickled. They were flashing a dumb, silly smile even as Amber took them between her lips and sucked, even as she traced glistening streaks up their shaft with her tongue... "Baby," they whispered, gently grasping her thighs, "come here..." Amber made another happy chirping sound. She scooted back a little more, just enough for Reese to poke their head under her skirt and bring their tongue to her sex.

Amber gasped --Reese could feel the gust of breath rustle their pubic hair. With a pleased, sleepy sigh Amber took Reese fully into her mouth, down her throat, and gently bobbed her head up and down in a steady, easy rhythm, far removed from the intensity of their past sessions. But while the energy of Amber's physical exertion was different, the same could not be said about her lust, dulled as it was by sleepiness and physical exhaustion. Amber moaned softly around Reese's member, quiet even when she released them completely from her mouth; she cooed and sighed as Reese picked up the pace, sealing their lips around her sex and working her clitoris with their tongue.

The house was completely quiet save for the hum of the fridge and the sound of the lovers.

Reese had half-expected to cum the moment Amber took them in her mouth, but that wasn't the case. Neither of them showed any sign of being close to orgasm. They made love to each other with their mouths, quietly, tenderly, only occasionally uttering one of the base noises they'd normally make during sex, focused entirely on pleasing the other.

Reese wasn't sure what to do with their hands, as they were at a somewhat awkward angle, so they gently gripped Amber's ankles and caressed her legs. This seemed to please her, so they continued, occasionally darting up to her buttocks for a quick grope.

They were getting close. They weren't sure how long it'd been; it was like they'd been making love at the edge of a black hole.

Reese swiveled their head to the side and moved Amber's skirt so she could hear them whisper, "Baby... I'm so close..."

Amber chirped in response. Her sucking and jerking slowly got sloppier, harder, her breath hotter and more ragged against their sensitive skin. She pulled her head away just long enough to whisper, mouth close enough to the head of their penis that it was she was speaking into a fleshy microphone, "Cum in my mouth. Okay, baby?" She dragged her tongue across the head, then kissed it, then plunged it back between her lips.

Reese couldn't deny her any longer. With a sudden, spasming jerk, they came, filling Amber's mouth with hot seed. She moaned with delight as she swallowed their jism. Her delicate fingers worked their shaft, milking more and more cum, which she eagerly devoured. Then her thighs clamped down against the sides of Reese's head. They heard a telltale, muffled "oh." Amber moaned again, satisfaction doubled, as she came, slicking Reese's mouth and chin with her juices. They lapped them up, making sure to tease her further and further to oblivion with their tongue. They kept going, kept flicking their tongue against her clit, even as her whole body shuddered, even as she sucked them off, even though they were nearly over-stimulated. They wanted to please her, so they did.

Neither of them were extremely vocal, like before. It was actually pretty nice, being so relaxed and quiet.

They kept pleasuring each other even after they were totally spent. Amber released Reese once they'd gone soft in her mouth, but not without a few kisses. She brought her knees up a little, pulling herself away from Reese, and rested her head on their thigh. Her skirt pooled between her legs, obscuring the moist portal Reese had so eagerly serviced only moments before.

Amber kissed their thigh. "Hi," she whispered, smiling softly with half-closed eyes.

"Hi," Reese said. They slipped their hand beneath her skirt and stroked her lower back. "Was that okay?"

"Mmhmm..." Another gentle kiss.

"Did you need it?" They were smiling, too.

"Mmhmmmmm..." Amber nuzzled them. They loved the way her hair fell across their thigh.

Reese offered their hand; Amber took it and squeezed. "How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy."

"Here." They slowly sat up, encouraging Amber to slide to the end of the couch. They slid off of the couch and scooted over to her on their knees. "You can get some sleep, if you want."

Amber cupped their cheeks. "But I wanna hang out with you..." She pulled them in for a kiss.

Reese kissed her forehead. "Me too... but it's okay if you wanna get a little rest first." They giggled and rested their forehead against hers. "I'm not saying you should get a full night's sleep."

Amber was quiet for a second, and for a second Reese was convinced she'd fallen asleep forehead-to-forehead. "Okayyy... but only a little nap, okay?"

"Okay."

"I wanna undress first."

Reese helped their sleepy paramour to her feet and led her to the bedroom.

---

Reese was on their laptop, watching videos on ghost-hunting, lying beside a sleeping Amber.

Every time they looked at their sleeping lover Reese felt a little jolt of danger -- they were always on the verge of being sucked in, of being perfectly happy to spend the rest of their night admiring how beautiful, how sweet she was.

Amber had let her hair down; her cornsilk locks draped across her face, stuck in places with cooling sweat. She'd hurriedly shed her work clothes and pulled on a comfy black t-shirt emblazoned with the cover of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, as well as a pair of black sleep pants. Her back was to Reese, one foot unconsciously playing with theirs, though they were otherwise separate.

It was about 8:00 p.m. Amber had been asleep for about an hour. To Reese's surprise, their spontaneous 69 had lasted almost thirty minutes, a new record for them -- it was a position that usually made them cum quickly. They were drained, and could have fallen asleep themself, but they weren't ready for the night to be over. But they didn't want to wake her, either. She was so beautiful when she dreamed.

After a while Amber stirred. Reese took their earbuds out, closed their laptop, and set it aside. They scooted over to Amber and took her in their arms; she sighed and pressed herself against them, encouraging them to enfold her completely.

Her eyes flickered open. She smiled, still looking sleepy, but more content now. "Reese," she said softly.

"Yeah?" They squeezed her.

"I'm hungry."