Skin, perspiration, a hint of perfume, the scents of the carnival and the cold freshness of the night--Foreman could taste them all as he licked his way down Amber's neck. She was responding, silently, but he could feel her quiver, the light intake of her breath when he explored a particularly sensitive area. Nothing made him want to explore her more--find each tiny spot that made her surge against him, or shiver, or moan. He didn't mind the wait to find out what she wanted. In the meantime, he took what he wanted, the leisurely chance to get to know her body, her reactions. Each tiny response he provoked increased his own arousal. He'd been getting hard gradually, his dick full and warm but not throbbing yet, not urgent. Better that way, for what he wanted. Time. Time to have everything he wanted, to give her everything she wanted.
That idea nearly broke when Amber abruptly started opening his belt. Foreman grunted, his dick twitching, his breathing increasing. She'd touch him soon, or bare enough of both of them that he could press himself against her. Burying his face at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he left long, swirling sucks and bites over her skin, everywhere he could reach. His arms were already wrapped around her, and it only took a second to reach the clasp of her bra and open it. He let it fall with her shirt. "Like you?" he asked, against her throat. She was part of 'everything'. "I'd like to get you off." He grinned, lowering her head, his mouth trailing down her sternum. It turned him on so much to hear what she wanted--that she wanted him--but he could at least teach her to be more specific. With his pants still half-undone, he bent down, and felt the soft weight and curve of her breast with his tongue. His breath washed hotly over her nipple, and it only took a second for him to give in to the temptation to suck it into his mouth. Always before when he'd been in this position, he'd been intent on teasing, drifting here and there and only fleetingly giving Amber what she wanted. Now he took his time, sucking lightly, stroking over and over again with his tongue, and pausing long enough to breathe while he brushed his chin across her nipple, prickling her skin with his beard.
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That idea nearly broke when Amber abruptly started opening his belt. Foreman grunted, his dick twitching, his breathing increasing. She'd touch him soon, or bare enough of both of them that he could press himself against her. Burying his face at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he left long, swirling sucks and bites over her skin, everywhere he could reach. His arms were already wrapped around her, and it only took a second to reach the clasp of her bra and open it. He let it fall with her shirt. "Like you?" he asked, against her throat. She was part of 'everything'. "I'd like to get you off." He grinned, lowering her head, his mouth trailing down her sternum. It turned him on so much to hear what she wanted--that she wanted him--but he could at least teach her to be more specific. With his pants still half-undone, he bent down, and felt the soft weight and curve of her breast with his tongue. His breath washed hotly over her nipple, and it only took a second for him to give in to the temptation to suck it into his mouth. Always before when he'd been in this position, he'd been intent on teasing, drifting here and there and only fleetingly giving Amber what she wanted. Now he took his time, sucking lightly, stroking over and over again with his tongue, and pausing long enough to breathe while he brushed his chin across her nipple, prickling her skin with his beard.