Foreman should have been surprised at how easily Amber broke his hold, but instead, it felt completely natural. Of course she'd slip free of any attempt of his to control her. She'd probably fight even harder if he'd gripped her tightly. God, he could imagine her delight if he ever tried seriously to restrain her. She'd use everything, every trick, writhing away from him, rubbing against him, to distract him or slip away, if he tried anything of the sort. Foreman had played at tying up bed partners before--finally, something he'd actually done--but it had never felt real, only like a game. With Amber, he was certain, it would feel real. Fighting him off energized her, Foreman could hear it in her voice, and he grinned against her shoulder. "Let me touch you," he murmured. She already was, but he wanted more. She wasn't rushing now. Foreman could feel her matching his pace, starting to explore the way he was. Her fingertips brushed over his head, behind his ears, making him breathe in sharply. Her fingernails skimmed lines of electricity down the back of his neck. Shivers tightened to goosebumps across his chest and down his arms. His breathing picked up, nearly panting now, feeling like, no matter how slowly he went, it would always be a race until Amber drove him out of his skull with desire.
"Let me tease you." That, Amber was less likely to allow, and Foreman glanced up at her, smirking in challenge. Under her shirt, his palm traced a line up the center of her stomach to the clasp of her bra, opening it with a twist of his fingers. Brushing the cups aside with his palms, Foreman returned to kissing her, this time dragging his tongue over the sheer fabric of her shirt, until he'd found her nipple through the material. Foreman's breath caught. His cock was already firmer, fuller, from the sight, from the sound of Amber's breathing. "God, I want you," he said, his voice harsh and low. Wetted by his tongue, her shirt clung to the curve of her breast, outlining the tight peak of her nipple. Foreman bent to lick it, spiralling around her areola before closing his mouth on her nipple and sucking lightly, tongue teasing. With his hand, he reached up to find her other breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple and finding it hard, too. Quickly, he pinched it, a sharp contrast to the soft suction of his mouth. He raised his head, then, watching for her reaction, and said quietly, "Tell me what you want."
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"Let me tease you." That, Amber was less likely to allow, and Foreman glanced up at her, smirking in challenge. Under her shirt, his palm traced a line up the center of her stomach to the clasp of her bra, opening it with a twist of his fingers. Brushing the cups aside with his palms, Foreman returned to kissing her, this time dragging his tongue over the sheer fabric of her shirt, until he'd found her nipple through the material. Foreman's breath caught. His cock was already firmer, fuller, from the sight, from the sound of Amber's breathing. "God, I want you," he said, his voice harsh and low. Wetted by his tongue, her shirt clung to the curve of her breast, outlining the tight peak of her nipple. Foreman bent to lick it, spiralling around her areola before closing his mouth on her nipple and sucking lightly, tongue teasing. With his hand, he reached up to find her other breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple and finding it hard, too. Quickly, he pinched it, a sharp contrast to the soft suction of his mouth. He raised his head, then, watching for her reaction, and said quietly, "Tell me what you want."