Time for the main course.

“I need you to fuck me,” Amber says huskily, lust filling her voice and shining in her eyes. “I need that cock of yours pounding my pussy. Right. Now.” You reach for her leg, and she says, “No, I want something under me—I don’t want to think about falling, or about anything except you fucking me. Maybe later you can fuck me standing up, but not now. Other than that—whatever you want, so long as you fuck me as hard as you can.”

You look around at the bed, the desk and the daybed, considering the various available options; Amber sees you looking and adds, “Or—you can lie on the floor and I’ll show you something. Not for our first time, but—after that.” Something to remember.