Time slowed, afterward. Foreman trailed his lips over Amber's throat, back up to her mouth. He smiled as he kissed her lightly. Laziness seemed like the only possible response, since all the endorphins had dissolved any tension in his body. He thought he'd felt Amber come, but he'd been so absorbed himself at that moment that he couldn't be sure. He studied her for a moment, trying to know without asking, but her expression didn't give it away. She pushed at him gently, like she was setting him aside, and Foreman watched her go to the sink, trying not to frown. "Yeah," he said. He could agree with that honestly, openly. After waiting so long, his orgasm had taken over far too quickly, but it had been bright and sharp, unforgettable.
Foreman slipped off the condom and threw it in the trash. He pulled up his shorts and pants so that he wouldn't trip over himself, but he didn't fasten them, leaving them to rest by the weight of his belt on his hips. Amber was watching him in the mirror again, and Foreman wasn't sure why. She was still naked, but for the first time, she didn't seem able to command an entire room no matter how she was or wasn't dressed. Some measure of her intensity had faded. Foreman followed her to the sink and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "That was..." Crazy. Incredible. He still couldn't believe how far he'd gone out in the dining room. Foreman lifted a hand to brush Amber's hair back from her neck, tucking it behind her ear, so that he could feel her cheek next to his as he searched her face to see how she felt. She'd been so angry; he didn't think she wanted to hear again that he'd never done this before. "I want to do so much when I'm with you," he said instead. Both oblique apology and explanation. Foreman wasn't sure why he was saying so much, except that Amber had demanded honesty, and he was trying as well as he knew how to tell her what he was feeling. His heart was beating in his ears, but he kept the eye contact. It left him itchy and restless. His arms rested around Amber's waist, and he could feel the warmth of her skin; he hugged her closer, to stop himself from looking away.
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Foreman slipped off the condom and threw it in the trash. He pulled up his shorts and pants so that he wouldn't trip over himself, but he didn't fasten them, leaving them to rest by the weight of his belt on his hips. Amber was watching him in the mirror again, and Foreman wasn't sure why. She was still naked, but for the first time, she didn't seem able to command an entire room no matter how she was or wasn't dressed. Some measure of her intensity had faded. Foreman followed her to the sink and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "That was..." Crazy. Incredible. He still couldn't believe how far he'd gone out in the dining room. Foreman lifted a hand to brush Amber's hair back from her neck, tucking it behind her ear, so that he could feel her cheek next to his as he searched her face to see how she felt. She'd been so angry; he didn't think she wanted to hear again that he'd never done this before. "I want to do so much when I'm with you," he said instead. Both oblique apology and explanation. Foreman wasn't sure why he was saying so much, except that Amber had demanded honesty, and he was trying as well as he knew how to tell her what he was feeling. His heart was beating in his ears, but he kept the eye contact. It left him itchy and restless. His arms rested around Amber's waist, and he could feel the warmth of her skin; he hugged her closer, to stop himself from looking away.