Pleasure suffused Foreman in an instant. The pain of his neglected hard-on was forgotten. There was only heat, spreading through his body as if each nerve was tuning in separately, until every part of him was focused on his desire, on the deep sensations Amber was pulling out of him. Getting the condom on felt like it had taken forever, and even taking his time to make sure Amber was ready, willing, wanting, had all taken their toll, but Foreman took a moment to slow down. The latex dulled the sensations, only slightly, but enough for him to catch hold of his control. Momentarily--once he started moving, he'd break far too soon--but Foreman tilted his chin back, answering Amber's kisses, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her. Flushed and dark-eyed, her hand already slipping between them to touch herself. Fuck, that was hot, that she had no problem at all taking what she could from him, and adding to her own pleasure. No guilt, only desire, and it spurred Foreman on, reminded him of how close he was himself. Breaking down. Jolts of electricity smashing down all his walls in pulsing waves. He moved inside her, starting a quick rhythm immediately, matching the movement of her fingers over her clit, and looked for a sign in Amber's expression of what she wanted from him.
Amber's eyes were flicking over his shoulder. Foreman twisted his head to follow her gaze and saw his own reflection there. Ass clenched, pants fallen below his knees, shirt pulled askew by Amber's spread palm running down his back. It was all he could see before he had to turn back, concentrate on keeping his balance and hers. He thrust his hips forward, the movement bringing the amazing, mind-blowing friction with it, and he gave several short bucks of his hips. He couldn't believe Amber was watching them. Like their audience in the restaurant hadn't been enough. She wanted the mirror too. But Foreman couldn't blame her. He loved watching her so damn much. Why shouldn't she like the sight of herself, or him, just as much. "Like watching that?" he asked. She might not even hear him, over the sounds breaking from her now, each one goading Foreman on and bringing him so fucking close. He thrust in, sharp and hard, lifting her higher in the same instant, so that he'd be the only thing for her to cling to for balance. The wild surge of sensation made him groan, harsh and low in his throat. "Like--seeing how hot you are? Watching yourself come?" He increased the pace, his body taking over, and he let it. Let himself give in. "I--uhn--" He'd meant to say, I do. Watching you at the table, watching every second when you came, such a fucking turn-on, but the words jumbled as he verged on the edge of his orgasm. "Amber, fuck."
His orgasm erupted a second later. His muscles spasmed, electrocuted by pleasure. He barely kept his grip on Amber, his arms and shoulders trembling for the long, incredible seconds that his pleasure lasted. He kept thrusting inside her afterwards, but more slowly. Wringing out every moment that he could. His mind was wiped clear, and he buried his mouth against Amber's throat, kissing her long and lingering as he came down from the high.
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Amber's eyes were flicking over his shoulder. Foreman twisted his head to follow her gaze and saw his own reflection there. Ass clenched, pants fallen below his knees, shirt pulled askew by Amber's spread palm running down his back. It was all he could see before he had to turn back, concentrate on keeping his balance and hers. He thrust his hips forward, the movement bringing the amazing, mind-blowing friction with it, and he gave several short bucks of his hips. He couldn't believe Amber was watching them. Like their audience in the restaurant hadn't been enough. She wanted the mirror too. But Foreman couldn't blame her. He loved watching her so damn much. Why shouldn't she like the sight of herself, or him, just as much. "Like watching that?" he asked. She might not even hear him, over the sounds breaking from her now, each one goading Foreman on and bringing him so fucking close. He thrust in, sharp and hard, lifting her higher in the same instant, so that he'd be the only thing for her to cling to for balance. The wild surge of sensation made him groan, harsh and low in his throat. "Like--seeing how hot you are? Watching yourself come?" He increased the pace, his body taking over, and he let it. Let himself give in. "I--uhn--" He'd meant to say, I do. Watching you at the table, watching every second when you came, such a fucking turn-on, but the words jumbled as he verged on the edge of his orgasm. "Amber, fuck."
His orgasm erupted a second later. His muscles spasmed, electrocuted by pleasure. He barely kept his grip on Amber, his arms and shoulders trembling for the long, incredible seconds that his pleasure lasted. He kept thrusting inside her afterwards, but more slowly. Wringing out every moment that he could. His mind was wiped clear, and he buried his mouth against Amber's throat, kissing her long and lingering as he came down from the high.