Amber's gasp, the swift clutch of her fingers, pulling him forward--Jesus, she was so hot. Her whole body tightened when he'd pinched her, like he'd electrocuted her with a touch, brought her to a peak of sensation and left her there, balanced, precarious. It was fucking gratifying to see it, hear it, taste it. Amber's impatience, pleasure, desire, they all echoed his. Heat throbbed through Foreman, and fuck, he was hard. He wanted to press against Amber. Show her how damn much he wanted her.
Teasing her meant he couldn't. Not yet. He'd felt her hips buck forward when he pinched her, heard her moan when it hadn't brought her any relief. He fucking loved her reactions. Loved how open she was, never holding back, and, Foreman was sure, never pretending she felt more than she did. She wasn't stroking his ego. Only giving in to her own enjoyment, and Foreman wanted to give her even more. He stayed close--her hands curved around the back of his head would hardly permit anything else--but he switched his mouth to Amber's other breast, sucking firmly. His fingers found her nipple, moist and tight from his attentions, and he pinched, hard, not letting go but rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Fuck, he wanted to hear her moan, louder, not giving a shit if anyone might hear--Foreman knew she'd held back, if only slightly, in the restaurant, and he'd been damn glad of it, but now he wanted to hear Amber's every hitching breath. Wanted to hear anything she'd demand of him. Through her shirt, Foreman took her nipple between his teeth, only hard enough to hold it in place while he ran his tongue over it, again and again.
Anything to drive her crazy. To make her ask for more. Come on. Amber. Tell me. Their first night, she'd straddled him, touched herself, told him everything she did to bring herself off--that had been at least partly performance, but fuck, it had riveted him, left him captivated and helpless as he watched her. Foreman wanted that. Amber had barely been able to speak, her orgasm coming over her and breaking her voice into gasping moans, and God, he wanted that. The memory was enough to force a low groan out of his throat. He didn't want to stop to bother with their clothes, but at the same time, he wanted to see more than he could now. Get rid of any obstruction. He pulled back long enough to yank his tie loose and over his head, to undo the last button on his shirt and drop it to the floor. In a second, he was back, tugging Amber's shirt up and shedding it, and her bra. When they were gone, he took her in his arms and started pushing her backward, towards the bed.
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Teasing her meant he couldn't. Not yet. He'd felt her hips buck forward when he pinched her, heard her moan when it hadn't brought her any relief. He fucking loved her reactions. Loved how open she was, never holding back, and, Foreman was sure, never pretending she felt more than she did. She wasn't stroking his ego. Only giving in to her own enjoyment, and Foreman wanted to give her even more. He stayed close--her hands curved around the back of his head would hardly permit anything else--but he switched his mouth to Amber's other breast, sucking firmly. His fingers found her nipple, moist and tight from his attentions, and he pinched, hard, not letting go but rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Fuck, he wanted to hear her moan, louder, not giving a shit if anyone might hear--Foreman knew she'd held back, if only slightly, in the restaurant, and he'd been damn glad of it, but now he wanted to hear Amber's every hitching breath. Wanted to hear anything she'd demand of him. Through her shirt, Foreman took her nipple between his teeth, only hard enough to hold it in place while he ran his tongue over it, again and again.
Anything to drive her crazy. To make her ask for more. Come on. Amber. Tell me. Their first night, she'd straddled him, touched herself, told him everything she did to bring herself off--that had been at least partly performance, but fuck, it had riveted him, left him captivated and helpless as he watched her. Foreman wanted that. Amber had barely been able to speak, her orgasm coming over her and breaking her voice into gasping moans, and God, he wanted that. The memory was enough to force a low groan out of his throat. He didn't want to stop to bother with their clothes, but at the same time, he wanted to see more than he could now. Get rid of any obstruction. He pulled back long enough to yank his tie loose and over his head, to undo the last button on his shirt and drop it to the floor. In a second, he was back, tugging Amber's shirt up and shedding it, and her bra. When they were gone, he took her in his arms and started pushing her backward, towards the bed.