Foreman was sure he'd have himself under control by the time Amber found a condom in the bedside table. He still wanted her, needed her, all the more tenderly because he wanted to know she was comfortable with what they were doing. That hadn't changed, but it had deepened somehow; tonight, from the way they'd talked. Foreman wanted to keep Amber safe, hated the thought of hurting her. And that still terrified him, because in the end, he'd always hurt the women who'd come before her. Fuck, he didn't want to be wrong. When she stopped, narrowing her eyes, Foreman swallowed, wondering how transparent he'd been. Her question was steel, even disguised by her soft voice.
"About you," he said. He wished she were closer, that there wasn't a space between them, that seemed to be filling rapidly with cooler air. He rubbed his palms over Amber's thighs, gazing at her steadily. "You know I want you. Like this, however you want. God, you make me hot." The corner of his mouth turned up into a smile almost despite himself. He couldn't hide how much she turned him on, not with his cock so hard it nearly reached his navel, resting hot and curved against his stomach. She was so close, and Foreman shifted under her, impatient but pinned by her thighs straddling his. Even the ghost of a touch would be so strong now, and he ached for it--anything, her hands, her body as she slid down over him. "I want it to be good for you. I just--" He didn't know how to tell her, and he could feel his eyes sliding away from meeting hers, frustration at his own brain for refusing to give up these thoughts rising up and closing his throat. Christ, he had no idea what kind of a minefield he was stepping into. If he said the wrong thing, she might leave him like this, to jerk off alone, if he even could after she left him. "I want to know we won't have to stop if I'm on top, if I'm--" If I'm in charge. If I bring you so close that you don't even know your own name, if I make you forget about holding me down. "If you'll let me. If you'll let me make you come. I want you to want that, too."
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"About you," he said. He wished she were closer, that there wasn't a space between them, that seemed to be filling rapidly with cooler air. He rubbed his palms over Amber's thighs, gazing at her steadily. "You know I want you. Like this, however you want. God, you make me hot." The corner of his mouth turned up into a smile almost despite himself. He couldn't hide how much she turned him on, not with his cock so hard it nearly reached his navel, resting hot and curved against his stomach. She was so close, and Foreman shifted under her, impatient but pinned by her thighs straddling his. Even the ghost of a touch would be so strong now, and he ached for it--anything, her hands, her body as she slid down over him. "I want it to be good for you. I just--" He didn't know how to tell her, and he could feel his eyes sliding away from meeting hers, frustration at his own brain for refusing to give up these thoughts rising up and closing his throat. Christ, he had no idea what kind of a minefield he was stepping into. If he said the wrong thing, she might leave him like this, to jerk off alone, if he even could after she left him. "I want to know we won't have to stop if I'm on top, if I'm--" If I'm in charge. If I bring you so close that you don't even know your own name, if I make you forget about holding me down. "If you'll let me. If you'll let me make you come. I want you to want that, too."