Foreman's heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. So hot. So good, making Amber lose herself in what he was doing, bringing out whimpers and cries that would probably have his neighbours glaring at him. Or staring in open envy. Amber bucked up against Foreman's mouth, writhing underneath him, and more than anything else, he wanted to touch himself, feel Amber let go like this while he was stroking his erection, so that they could come together. He'd touch her soon, firm and unyielding. Slip a finger inside and press up, find her g-spot and rub against it until he'd overwhelmed her completely. Any moment, any second now, she'd ask, she'd want more and she'd ask him to go farther--
Amber cried out again, but it wasn't the encouragement he'd been waiting for. Foreman froze. He'd done something wrong. He must have, for her to cry out for him to stop. Foreman had no idea what it could have been, and he jerked back from her, releasing her hips, and fell to his hands and knees above her. "What--?" He was breathless, and the word barely made it out of his mouth. She'd sounded desperate, but at that moment Foreman had been expecting her to ask for more, for him to stop teasing and bring her off, and the reversal left a adrenaline-sharp uneasiness in his chest.
He nearly scrambled back to sit on his ankles when Amber sat up. Half-expecting her to tell him to get off her, he stared at her, wide-eyed, when she finally spoke. That's why she'd stopped him? Foreman let out a hitching breath and closed his eyes, nearly sagging with relief. A soft laugh came out on his next breath. "You don't say," he murmured, moving closer to her to rest his head on her shoulder, where she wouldn't see his expression. The skin of her throat was fiery, salty with sweat, and Foreman rested his lips there, breathing away the scare he'd had. God. It was all right. Nothing was wrong. He wrapped his arms around Amber, hugging her tight, and then let himself collapse, pulling her with him as he fell sideways and then rolled onto his back. The strength had been torn out of him, as well as the immediacy of his desire. He was still turned on, but Amber's stop had stopped him short, and gave him space to breathe.
He smiled, though, and shook his head slightly. Amber was on top of him now, his erection trapped between them. Foreman tucked her hair behind her ear and said quietly, "I won't say no." Whatever you want, he thought, but Christ, he wasn't going to say that out loud. There was too much she might ask of him. Still, he felt traitorously like it was true, no matter what--anything she asked, if he could watch Amber wanting him, watch her coming because of him, then he'd never say no.
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Amber cried out again, but it wasn't the encouragement he'd been waiting for. Foreman froze. He'd done something wrong. He must have, for her to cry out for him to stop. Foreman had no idea what it could have been, and he jerked back from her, releasing her hips, and fell to his hands and knees above her. "What--?" He was breathless, and the word barely made it out of his mouth. She'd sounded desperate, but at that moment Foreman had been expecting her to ask for more, for him to stop teasing and bring her off, and the reversal left a adrenaline-sharp uneasiness in his chest.
He nearly scrambled back to sit on his ankles when Amber sat up. Half-expecting her to tell him to get off her, he stared at her, wide-eyed, when she finally spoke. That's why she'd stopped him? Foreman let out a hitching breath and closed his eyes, nearly sagging with relief. A soft laugh came out on his next breath. "You don't say," he murmured, moving closer to her to rest his head on her shoulder, where she wouldn't see his expression. The skin of her throat was fiery, salty with sweat, and Foreman rested his lips there, breathing away the scare he'd had. God. It was all right. Nothing was wrong. He wrapped his arms around Amber, hugging her tight, and then let himself collapse, pulling her with him as he fell sideways and then rolled onto his back. The strength had been torn out of him, as well as the immediacy of his desire. He was still turned on, but Amber's stop had stopped him short, and gave him space to breathe.
He smiled, though, and shook his head slightly. Amber was on top of him now, his erection trapped between them. Foreman tucked her hair behind her ear and said quietly, "I won't say no." Whatever you want, he thought, but Christ, he wasn't going to say that out loud. There was too much she might ask of him. Still, he felt traitorously like it was true, no matter what--anything she asked, if he could watch Amber wanting him, watch her coming because of him, then he'd never say no.