Foreman inhaled through his nose, letting his eyes drift closed as he breathed her in. Amber's palms, firmly cupping his ass and pushing his pants down, made it difficult to concentrate on the movement of his mouth across her breast. His erection pushed against the waistband of his shorts, the pressure increasing with the elastic pushed down to his thighs in the back. Eventually he'd need to stop what he was doing and get them both out of their clothes, but he wasn't going to rush it. Amber's moans were too damn intoxicating to give up, not when the least suck or lick brought out another sound, another helpless jerk towards him. He shifted just enough to give her other breast the same attention, half-tease and half-worship. Her hips were moving, and Foreman couldn't help mirroring the motion, his ass and thighs tensing with the desire to thrust against her, finally feel her body against his dick. He toed off his shoes without undoing the laces and reached down to pull off his socks. She wasn't letting him go, but he could let his hands slide down Amber's back to the zipper of her skirt, and let his pants fall around his feet without worrying about tripping over himself.
The quiet hiss of the zipper made him throb. So fucking close. And the feel of her nylons under his hands--fuck, it was so sexy. So smooth. Along with his pants and shoes, he let her skirt fall and kicked it all away, out of sight and out of mind. He swept his fingers down her legs from her ass, then slipped them up between her thighs. Yeah. Oh, yeah, fuck. Foreman groaned against her breast, and finally, panting, lifted his head, his control breaking. He kissed her, a little more desperately, his mouth meeting hers and then moving on. "Fuck, Amber." He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the material, just over her clit, then cupping his whole hand over her vulva, his middle finger teasing her entrance--one more layer, and he could slide a finger inside her. It made him ache, how wet she was even through the fabric, how easily she'd accept him. He kissed her again, air harsh in his throat. "You're so hot, God, I can feel you. I want you like this, so much."
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The quiet hiss of the zipper made him throb. So fucking close. And the feel of her nylons under his hands--fuck, it was so sexy. So smooth. Along with his pants and shoes, he let her skirt fall and kicked it all away, out of sight and out of mind. He swept his fingers down her legs from her ass, then slipped them up between her thighs. Yeah. Oh, yeah, fuck. Foreman groaned against her breast, and finally, panting, lifted his head, his control breaking. He kissed her, a little more desperately, his mouth meeting hers and then moving on. "Fuck, Amber." He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the material, just over her clit, then cupping his whole hand over her vulva, his middle finger teasing her entrance--one more layer, and he could slide a finger inside her. It made him ache, how wet she was even through the fabric, how easily she'd accept him. He kissed her again, air harsh in his throat. "You're so hot, God, I can feel you. I want you like this, so much."