Foreman let a sound grow in the back of his throat when Amber kissed him. It was still slow, gentle, and it grew out of the low thrum of arousal that was rushing through his body like a rising tide. He met her lips, leading the way first with soft, open-mouthed kisses, before her hand cupping his cheek drew him closer. Foreman kissed her hungrily, twining their tongues together, the pleasure of the kiss mingling with the waves of heat from his groin. He breathed unsteadily, his rhythm deepening, and he couldn't quite focus on Amber's question. He'd thought he could challenge her to give up control, even if it didn't last, but she brushed past the implication without acknowledging it. Foreman would have pointed it out to her, taken his time to challenge her more directly, but he wasn't interested in semantics right now. Amber's fingers, skimming down his sweaty back, cooled him with shivers. Before he could retaliate, she'd pushed down her skirt, her nylons with it, and wrapped her legs around him. God, there was even less between them now, and Foreman could see all of her. He braced himself against the bed, his erection rubbing harder against her stomach as he pushed up for a better view. Amber's hair was spread out in a cloud across a pillow, her skin pink and flushed, her nipples hard, the curls of her pubic hair dampening the front of his pants. "Fuck, Amber." Foreman bent to taste her mouth again, wanting to show his appreciation, how much she affected him. "Beautiful," he whispered, kissing her hard, speaking against her lips. "So fucking beautiful."

She was, and Jesus, he had to get out of his pants. He was so hard it was starting to hurt. Foreman reached for Amber's thigh again and shifted her leg down, even though it cost him the feel of her body against him. His hands were nearly shaking as he opened his belt and unzipped, pushing his pants and shorts down. His cock throbbed, finally free, and Foreman let himself brush his hand down it, just once, while he stared down at Amber, his chest heaving as he panted. He kicked free of his shoes, quickly stripping off his socks and tossing his pants off the side of the bed. He wasn't thinking about looking awkward; all he wanted was to see her, and touch her, now that there was nothing between them. As soon as he could, Foreman bent down to kiss Amber's stomach, his tongue swirling in hot circles. The scent of her filled his nostrils, and Foreman wasn't going to miss an opportunity that had already passed him by once tonight. Maybe Amber wanted to tease him, wanted to wait until she heard him beg. If that was all she was waiting for, he could give it to her now. Spreading his hands over her hips, holding her down to the bed firmly, he grinned up at her, along the length of her torso. So fucking gorgeous. "Please," he said, his voice amused, anything but subservient. His tongue flicked out, licking just above her pubic hair. "Please..." He drew the word out, lowering his mouth to kiss the crinkly hair, and then, at last, slip his tongue down, along the length of her labia, as gently as he possibly could. She was swollen and wet, and Foreman's cock twitched the instant he tasted her. God, fuck. "I want to make you scream."