With a huff of air, Foreman was wrenched back to himself, by Amber's teeth catching in his lip and her hand on his wrist, implacably moving his grip to her thigh. He stilled for a moment, meeting her eyes, his chest heaving with how hard he was breathing. Christ, he hadn't expected that. He'd been playing the game, pushing Amber playfully to give him more explicit orders, and then in an instant, he'd forgotten the bet entirely. Desire had washed over him so strongly that he'd lost control. Amber's reminder wasn't harsh, but Foreman felt it that way even so. He'd known since last night that she wasn't comfortable with him pushing, and she'd reset those boundaries tonight, used the terms of the bet to guide him. He nodded slightly, calling himself back.
His self-recrimination didn't last long. Amber took initiative, shedding her nylons, until she was completely naked, showing off, and fuck, Foreman had to force himself not to move forward again, not to let himself reach for her and explore every part of her body the way he had her neck and chest earlier. "Amber--"
God. No time to finish a damn thought. Amber dropped to her knees, authoritatively taking his boxers with her until his dick sprang free, hard and curving up towards his stomach. Pleasure and anticipation throbbed in rhythm deep in the pit of Foreman's stomach, and he groaned almost before Amber leaned forward to kiss him. Her hair drifted against his erection, and he could feel every whisper of her breath right where he was most sensitive. "Please," he said, the word practically falling out of his mouth. Touches along his hipbone, over his stomach, his ass, weren't enough. He wouldn't touch her--wouldn't force her--but, Jesus, he wanted her so much, wanted her heat, wanted her to suck him with the same light deliberateness that he'd used on her. Slow and careful until he couldn't stand it anymore.
It was easier, so much easier, to do what she wanted now. A deep, broken sound caught in the back of his throat when Amber closed her mouth over the tip of his erection, too him in. "God, yes. Amber, yeah. Yes. There." He stopped thinking, let himself babble. His hand found its way to Amber's cheek, but not to cup her head, only to stroke her hair back from her face so that he could see her. Her lips sealed around his dick, the wet, eager movements of her mouth that matched the flashfire of arousal pounding through him. He could barely stand, his knees buckling, a hot weakness moving through his muscles as the world narrowed down only to Amber. "Yeah, oh. Mmn, I--please, Amber. Please."
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His self-recrimination didn't last long. Amber took initiative, shedding her nylons, until she was completely naked, showing off, and fuck, Foreman had to force himself not to move forward again, not to let himself reach for her and explore every part of her body the way he had her neck and chest earlier. "Amber--"
God. No time to finish a damn thought. Amber dropped to her knees, authoritatively taking his boxers with her until his dick sprang free, hard and curving up towards his stomach. Pleasure and anticipation throbbed in rhythm deep in the pit of Foreman's stomach, and he groaned almost before Amber leaned forward to kiss him. Her hair drifted against his erection, and he could feel every whisper of her breath right where he was most sensitive. "Please," he said, the word practically falling out of his mouth. Touches along his hipbone, over his stomach, his ass, weren't enough. He wouldn't touch her--wouldn't force her--but, Jesus, he wanted her so much, wanted her heat, wanted her to suck him with the same light deliberateness that he'd used on her. Slow and careful until he couldn't stand it anymore.
It was easier, so much easier, to do what she wanted now. A deep, broken sound caught in the back of his throat when Amber closed her mouth over the tip of his erection, too him in. "God, yes. Amber, yeah. Yes. There." He stopped thinking, let himself babble. His hand found its way to Amber's cheek, but not to cup her head, only to stroke her hair back from her face so that he could see her. Her lips sealed around his dick, the wet, eager movements of her mouth that matched the flashfire of arousal pounding through him. He could barely stand, his knees buckling, a hot weakness moving through his muscles as the world narrowed down only to Amber. "Yeah, oh. Mmn, I--please, Amber. Please."