Foreman landed with his knees on the bed, not quite comfortable. Looming over Amber, he grunted as he pushed himself up the bed, leaving room for Amber to join him, lying down fully. As loudly as she'd moaned in disappointment when he pulled away, she was quick to smile up at him, and Foreman's chest tightened. It was impossible to do anything but smile back at her. Foreman was nearly on top of her, and she was so warm, soft and yielding. His erection was trapped between them, constrained by his pants, and Foreman couldn't help nudging his hips forward incrementally until he was cradled just right between her hips. "You're hard to tease," he said, a feeling like laughter that hadn't quite escaped warming his chest, making him feel infinitely tender. He brushed a strand of hair back from her lips; they were wet and swollen from kissing. "I want to touch you so much." He sucked in a breath when she lifted her hips, pushing against him. Scowling playfully, he added, "Especially when you do that."
He let his eyes flutter shut when she kissed him. Each kiss was only a flicker of a touch, ticklish and airy. "Mmn," he said, sighing as Amber held his face in her hands, not giving him any choice but to accept the butterfly-light kisses. He supposed he should be pushing for more, but somehow Amber's kisses only relaxed him, so much that he could barely hold himself up over her. He raised his eyebrows, eyes still closed, waiting to see where she'd kiss him next. He couldn't believe that she'd be patient enough to keep it up longer than he had himself. Looking at her briefly, he gave her a half-smile. Teasing her probably worked better when she thought she was the one teasing him.
"I could smell you on my fingers all through dinner," he said, smirking a bit as he kept his voice deliberately low and intimate. "You were so fucking wet. You don't know how much I wanted to go down on you. Taste you." Firmly, Foreman ran his hand down Amber's hip to her thigh, feeling the change in texture as he reached the hem of her skirt and continued over her nylons. Reversing direction, he brought his hand up, but he didn't continue any further, just massaged the back of her thigh, pulling her a bit more tightly against him, until they were rocking together lightly. Felt so good. He was hard, but he'd come once already, and even though it had been a few hours ago, he'd have more control this time. He'd bet his stamina against Amber's, right now. Dipping his head so that he only had to whisper, he said, "I think you'd rather tease me than let me make you beg."
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He let his eyes flutter shut when she kissed him. Each kiss was only a flicker of a touch, ticklish and airy. "Mmn," he said, sighing as Amber held his face in her hands, not giving him any choice but to accept the butterfly-light kisses. He supposed he should be pushing for more, but somehow Amber's kisses only relaxed him, so much that he could barely hold himself up over her. He raised his eyebrows, eyes still closed, waiting to see where she'd kiss him next. He couldn't believe that she'd be patient enough to keep it up longer than he had himself. Looking at her briefly, he gave her a half-smile. Teasing her probably worked better when she thought she was the one teasing him.
"I could smell you on my fingers all through dinner," he said, smirking a bit as he kept his voice deliberately low and intimate. "You were so fucking wet. You don't know how much I wanted to go down on you. Taste you." Firmly, Foreman ran his hand down Amber's hip to her thigh, feeling the change in texture as he reached the hem of her skirt and continued over her nylons. Reversing direction, he brought his hand up, but he didn't continue any further, just massaged the back of her thigh, pulling her a bit more tightly against him, until they were rocking together lightly. Felt so good. He was hard, but he'd come once already, and even though it had been a few hours ago, he'd have more control this time. He'd bet his stamina against Amber's, right now. Dipping his head so that he only had to whisper, he said, "I think you'd rather tease me than let me make you beg."