"Oh, yeah..." Foreman moaned again, quieter, his hips rolling forward languidly as Amber didn't pull back, didn't even start to. Knowing he didn't have to worry about her sensibilities let him focus for that much longer on the sensations reverberating through him. Letting them echo, and finally ripple away. His moans became a low, sated hum. He felt wrung out, his whole body shivering, not from cold but from reaction. All he wanted to do was lie down and let the endorphins carry him away.
He met Amber's kiss with that feeling. Her mouth, bitter with his come, was urgent, demanding, and Foreman kissed her back as hard as he could, but with the sleepy, loving feeling underlying it. Amazing. As if blowing him had been something for her. Foreman's warmth tinged brighter with smugness. God, she wanted him like that, helplessly fucking her mouth, coming before she'd even thought to turn her face away. It had been her choice and she'd pushed his hands away, focused entirely on him. "Yeah," he answered, still feeling slow and quiet and not quite alert, despite the singing awareness in his nerves. "God, you made me come so hard..." He sighed, deeply, as if he was expelling every stupid memory and bad feeling from earlier in that one breath. He could have held himself together, waited, pulled away from her before he'd come. He could have told her what he'd wanted when they'd started. To hold her; to meet her eyes and see the pleasure filling her expression when he thrust into her; to kiss her in languorous increments, each one filled with all his feeling for her. For now, it wasn't his call. But, Jesus, he still wanted that, more and more as time passed.
Amber guided to his hand to her body, and Foreman smiled as she made him touch her only where she wanted. He didn't mind--God knew she was right, he wanted to touch her so much--but it did seem that her need to control him had only grown. His eyes widened as Amber turned away from him and bent over the desk. His eyes went immediately to her ass, to the firm curve where his hips would fit so well against her, the incredible length of her spread legs and the flex of her calves as she practically offered herself to him. Foreman stepped closer, leaning over her, where he could nearly cover her with his body, and speak against her ear. "You're incredible," he said. With his left hand, he reached around to her stomach to hold her back against him, and steady her. He spread his right hand over her back and slid it down her spine, and finally--Christ--between her thighs, feeling how wet she was. "So hot, make me want you so much." His fingers teased along her labia, until they were coated and slippery with her moisture, and then, with a grin, he followed her instructions. He slid one finger inside her until he'd found her g-spot, exploring and rubbing the pad of his finger over the slight change in texture. Perfect. Throbbing with heat, her heartbeat a pulse he could nearly feel in her muscles, quivering around his finger. "Amber, tell me what you want. Tell me you want more."
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He met Amber's kiss with that feeling. Her mouth, bitter with his come, was urgent, demanding, and Foreman kissed her back as hard as he could, but with the sleepy, loving feeling underlying it. Amazing. As if blowing him had been something for her. Foreman's warmth tinged brighter with smugness. God, she wanted him like that, helplessly fucking her mouth, coming before she'd even thought to turn her face away. It had been her choice and she'd pushed his hands away, focused entirely on him. "Yeah," he answered, still feeling slow and quiet and not quite alert, despite the singing awareness in his nerves. "God, you made me come so hard..." He sighed, deeply, as if he was expelling every stupid memory and bad feeling from earlier in that one breath. He could have held himself together, waited, pulled away from her before he'd come. He could have told her what he'd wanted when they'd started. To hold her; to meet her eyes and see the pleasure filling her expression when he thrust into her; to kiss her in languorous increments, each one filled with all his feeling for her. For now, it wasn't his call. But, Jesus, he still wanted that, more and more as time passed.
Amber guided to his hand to her body, and Foreman smiled as she made him touch her only where she wanted. He didn't mind--God knew she was right, he wanted to touch her so much--but it did seem that her need to control him had only grown. His eyes widened as Amber turned away from him and bent over the desk. His eyes went immediately to her ass, to the firm curve where his hips would fit so well against her, the incredible length of her spread legs and the flex of her calves as she practically offered herself to him. Foreman stepped closer, leaning over her, where he could nearly cover her with his body, and speak against her ear. "You're incredible," he said. With his left hand, he reached around to her stomach to hold her back against him, and steady her. He spread his right hand over her back and slid it down her spine, and finally--Christ--between her thighs, feeling how wet she was. "So hot, make me want you so much." His fingers teased along her labia, until they were coated and slippery with her moisture, and then, with a grin, he followed her instructions. He slid one finger inside her until he'd found her g-spot, exploring and rubbing the pad of his finger over the slight change in texture. Perfect. Throbbing with heat, her heartbeat a pulse he could nearly feel in her muscles, quivering around his finger. "Amber, tell me what you want. Tell me you want more."