She's silly puddy in his hands, melting, head falling back as she lets out a half-growl from the rumble of her chest. She seeks more warmth from his mouth, chest popping out like she wants him to hold the entire thing. Which - and she's not bragging here - is kind of a lot. Even if she's mad at him for not stripping at all, she's okay with this. Yep. This is just fine by her standards, and she makes that known with the loud moans that escape the confines of her lips.

But sex is a two way street, and Erica is beyond prepared to do her half of the deed. Speedy fingers traverse down his sides, falling on the rim of his pants. She'd ask it if was okay, but really there's no way it's not okay, and starts stripping him herself, delicately picking the button off his pants, sliding the zipper as down as it'll go. A hand flattens against his cock, and she sighs, squeezing him.