Time stopped meaning anything other than the sparking fire of pleasure along Foreman's nerves. His eyes fluttered closed, until he was watching Amber through his lashes, his mouth open, his chin fallen to his chest so that he could see her. He'd had no idea she was going to devote herself to sucking him off like this. Harder, her tongue circling the tip of his dick, then slipping along the underside, so fucking good. He had to adjust his stance just to stay upright, leaning over far enough to rest his hands on the desk behind Amber's head, so that he'd have something to hold on to. Already it felt like his body was flying apart, that Amber's breath, movements, the slick suction of her mouth were going to send him over the edge. He barely noticed her hand on his ass, on his balls, except as emphasis, a low roar as a counterpoint to the sharp spikes of pleasure each time she sucked him in deeper.

The last thing he could give a thought to was holding in his groans, the hoarse sounds that Amber seemed to rip from him each time she hit a sensitive spot. God, he'd stop her--he wanted more, he wanted to slide into her and kiss her while he did--but if this was what she wanted, he couldn't find any way to say no. All he could do was beg. Her name, please, more, all of it, pouring out of his mouth without a thought. Somehow, stop himself from thrusting into her mouth, and arch into the pure sensation as much as he could. Warn her, in case she wanted to back away. "Amber, God--I'm--nn--fuck. I'm coming--"

His breathing exploded in the same instant as his orgasm. Amber was good. So good he couldn't stop. He came, hard, the sensation whiting out his mind until he lost himself. A loud moan escaped the same instant his body froze in the rush of feeling.