Kissing Amber felt like the only right thing he'd done all night. Except for the quick peck on her lips outside the restaurant, he hadn't since Friday night, and even then it had been a few light, teasing promises. Not like this. Nothing like this. Foreman kept going, down Amber's throat, along the tendon in her neck, then following the curve of her jaw, to taste the thin skin behind her ear. Her pulse throbbed quickly, stronger when he used suction against her skin. He scraped his beard across her throat, flicked out his tongue to explore, as if he could taste how she really felt along with the salt-bitter heat of her perspiration and perfume. At the same time, he was trying to pull her against him--he could come like this, simply rubbing against her, through their clothes. He'd forgotten his embarrassment in the rush of finally kissing her the way he'd wanted to all weekend. When Amber started yanking at his clothes, Foreman took a shuddery breath, watching as she opened his pants, exposing him. God, if she'd just touch him--
No. Not enough. Foreman watched--tried to help, although Amber was too fast for him--when she threw her clothes away. Fuck me. Foreman's heart slamming against his sternum. "Yeah," he said. He took her hips again to guide her, and pushed her back, kissing her the whole time. Just like he'd told her. Like he'd imagined. Against the door. He kissed her again, only a hint softer this time, but just as intense, trying to tell her that he was with her. He slid his arms up her back, all warm skin under his palms, until he'd reached her bra, opening it with a jerk. Nothing would ever match this sight: Amber's eyes, fierce as a hawk's, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. Naked, for him, and magnificent in her pleasure and impatience. Foreman paused only long enough to draw his tongue along the lower curve of one breast, rising to Amber's nipple and sucking it hard and quick. "God, I want you," he said. So much. He was going nearly crazy with desire, with seeing her. He fumbled in his back pants pocket--he'd bought condoms on Friday, and now he thanked his foresight for putting one in his wallet. He got it out, dropped his wallet and didn't care. His fingers were clumsy as he ripped the packet open. His dick twitched, and Foreman hissed as he rolled the condom on.
This wouldn't last. He knew that, and Amber had to as well. He was already trembling with the effort of holding himself back. Need rose up in waves, as if it might blur his vision away, but Foreman could see through it; see Amber. He could try to make tonight up to her by doing everything he could for her. Foreman hitched his hands under Amber's knees and lifted her, his shoulders tensing, his palms cupping her upper thighs. Only a few inches off the floor, just enough that he could, slowly, let her ease down--supporting her against the door, letting her hold him however she liked--so goddamn slow, pushing her hard against the door and groaning in relief as he slid inside her.
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No. Not enough. Foreman watched--tried to help, although Amber was too fast for him--when she threw her clothes away. Fuck me. Foreman's heart slamming against his sternum. "Yeah," he said. He took her hips again to guide her, and pushed her back, kissing her the whole time. Just like he'd told her. Like he'd imagined. Against the door. He kissed her again, only a hint softer this time, but just as intense, trying to tell her that he was with her. He slid his arms up her back, all warm skin under his palms, until he'd reached her bra, opening it with a jerk. Nothing would ever match this sight: Amber's eyes, fierce as a hawk's, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. Naked, for him, and magnificent in her pleasure and impatience. Foreman paused only long enough to draw his tongue along the lower curve of one breast, rising to Amber's nipple and sucking it hard and quick. "God, I want you," he said. So much. He was going nearly crazy with desire, with seeing her. He fumbled in his back pants pocket--he'd bought condoms on Friday, and now he thanked his foresight for putting one in his wallet. He got it out, dropped his wallet and didn't care. His fingers were clumsy as he ripped the packet open. His dick twitched, and Foreman hissed as he rolled the condom on.
This wouldn't last. He knew that, and Amber had to as well. He was already trembling with the effort of holding himself back. Need rose up in waves, as if it might blur his vision away, but Foreman could see through it; see Amber. He could try to make tonight up to her by doing everything he could for her. Foreman hitched his hands under Amber's knees and lifted her, his shoulders tensing, his palms cupping her upper thighs. Only a few inches off the floor, just enough that he could, slowly, let her ease down--supporting her against the door, letting her hold him however she liked--so goddamn slow, pushing her hard against the door and groaning in relief as he slid inside her.