The dining room was behind us, a forgotten mess of scattered plates and spilled syrup, as I carried Aeri in my arms, her naked body pressed tight against my chest. Her legs straddled my waist, her arms looped around my neck, and her face was flushed with a mix of heat and embarrassment.
The sunlight from the living room followed us, spilling into the hallway, catching the soft curves of her skin as we moved.
"Where are you taking me?" Aeri asked, her voice a little shy. She squirmed just a bit, like she was trying to hide how exposed she felt, her boobs pressed against my t-shirt, her thighs squeezing my hips.
"Somewhere softer," I said, keeping my voice flat but teasing, "and a hell of a lot more comfortable than that table." I shifted her weight, holding her closer, and she let out a small laugh, burying her face in my shoulder for a second.
