Through his own satisfaction, Foreman couldn't help feeling excited all over again at Amber's cries, the surge of her body against his, the way she let everything--every feeling, every sensation--show, in her voice or her movements. He hugged her closer to him, until her back was nestled against his chest, sweat slipping between them and magnified by their shared heat. God, he'd always loved this, from the very first night they'd been together. How Amber didn't hold back. How she let him see the pleasure he brought her bring her to pieces. "That's right, like that. Like that. Show me how it feels."
Fuck, Amber was magnificent, giving him what he'd asked for, telling him what she wanted, what he could do for her. His name on her lips--hearing that caught at Foreman's heart, like she'd pierced his chest with his name alone. Foreman let more of his weight fall on her, pinning her against the desk, giving her nowhere to go except arching up into him, then down onto his fingers. Amber was moving her hips, her whimpering cries getting more and more desperate as she begged him for more. Foreman added a second finger, then a third, until he could feel the tightness of Amber's muscles gripping him. He pushed in and up, stroking firmly. Over and over again, as she clenched around him, slippery and hot and needy. He kissed her shoulder, nosed her hair aside to follow the line of her throat, licking and sucking as he went. When Amber turned towards him, he kissed her deeply, her hair caught between their mouths.
When they parted to breathe, Foreman whispered against her lips, "Gonna make you come now, baby. Gonna be good." He didn't quite ask if you're ready, if that's okay--he didn't want to stop, and Amber seemed too caught up in her own pleasure to want to stop him. That was what he'd hoped for from the beginning. To give her this, without letting her fears or need for control get in the way. Foreman moved his left hand down her stomach, letting her feel where he was going, just in case. With light, circling pressure, he slipped his fingers between the top of her labia until he reached her clit. He massaged his fingertips over it, circling and rubbing, and he pushed his fingers harder inside of her from behind at the same instant. The rhythm of both motions, the heat and moisture already easing his way, and Amber's own need, all of it, Foreman wanted to see it drive her over the edge. At the last, he kissed her again, so that he could feel it, everywhere, the instant she came.
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Fuck, Amber was magnificent, giving him what he'd asked for, telling him what she wanted, what he could do for her. His name on her lips--hearing that caught at Foreman's heart, like she'd pierced his chest with his name alone. Foreman let more of his weight fall on her, pinning her against the desk, giving her nowhere to go except arching up into him, then down onto his fingers. Amber was moving her hips, her whimpering cries getting more and more desperate as she begged him for more. Foreman added a second finger, then a third, until he could feel the tightness of Amber's muscles gripping him. He pushed in and up, stroking firmly. Over and over again, as she clenched around him, slippery and hot and needy. He kissed her shoulder, nosed her hair aside to follow the line of her throat, licking and sucking as he went. When Amber turned towards him, he kissed her deeply, her hair caught between their mouths.
When they parted to breathe, Foreman whispered against her lips, "Gonna make you come now, baby. Gonna be good." He didn't quite ask if you're ready, if that's okay--he didn't want to stop, and Amber seemed too caught up in her own pleasure to want to stop him. That was what he'd hoped for from the beginning. To give her this, without letting her fears or need for control get in the way. Foreman moved his left hand down her stomach, letting her feel where he was going, just in case. With light, circling pressure, he slipped his fingers between the top of her labia until he reached her clit. He massaged his fingertips over it, circling and rubbing, and he pushed his fingers harder inside of her from behind at the same instant. The rhythm of both motions, the heat and moisture already easing his way, and Amber's own need, all of it, Foreman wanted to see it drive her over the edge. At the last, he kissed her again, so that he could feel it, everywhere, the instant she came.