Amber climaxed hard, bare moments after he'd started touching her. "Yeah, come on," Foreman said, the words lost as he spoke into her hair. Amber's mouth was torn from his as she gasped sharply for air, letting out shuddering, half-panting breaths. Foreman kept moving his fingers deep inside her, keeping up the intermittent pressure on her clit, to keep her at her peak for as long as possible. He was breathing hard himself, from the desire, the arousal, of seeing Amber like this. Making her come like this. God, she was so beautiful.
Gradually, Amber relaxed under him, the spasms of her vagina around his fingers slowing. Foreman drew his fingers out slowly, and wrapped both arms around her, nuzzling against her neck as he held her close and tight. "Mmm," he agreed, letting the sound out into her skin, along with a kiss to her shoulder, when she finally spoke. It had been. Everything. He didn't need the words, but it still felt good to hear it, pride swelling to know how much he'd affected her. He felt warm, satisfied, tired with the muscle-deep exhaustion of an amazing workout, his body still resonating on the same level as Amber's.
His head lifted, jerked up without his conscious knowledge as soon as Amber mentioned calling her baby. Foreman hadn't even considered it. He'd said it because he felt it, because of how much he felt about her. Maybe that was too much. In the moments when he wasn't with her, Foreman could see how damn fast this was all going, how much he'd invested without stopping even once to protect himself against it ending badly, or ending at all. "Baby" had come to his lips as naturally as all his other encouragements, every appreciative word pouring out of him. He never would have thought twice about it if Amber hadn't brought it up. And laughed at him.
Foreman took a step back, to let Amber up instead of keeping her bent over the desk. Instead of sharing her happiness, self-consciousness took over, leaving him embarrassed and resentful and more aware than he had been that they'd fucked in the middle of Amber's living room, without so much as a thought. A glance around showed him that all the curtains were closed, but Amber might just as easily have left one of them open, left them exposed to any nosy passerby who wanted a thrill. "Shouldn't I have?" he said, his voice struggling between defiance and the remains of the tenderness that had led him to say it in the first place. Was he supposed to police his damn words now, not only touch her only as and when she wanted, but keep his mouth shut about what he might feel as well?
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Gradually, Amber relaxed under him, the spasms of her vagina around his fingers slowing. Foreman drew his fingers out slowly, and wrapped both arms around her, nuzzling against her neck as he held her close and tight. "Mmm," he agreed, letting the sound out into her skin, along with a kiss to her shoulder, when she finally spoke. It had been. Everything. He didn't need the words, but it still felt good to hear it, pride swelling to know how much he'd affected her. He felt warm, satisfied, tired with the muscle-deep exhaustion of an amazing workout, his body still resonating on the same level as Amber's.
His head lifted, jerked up without his conscious knowledge as soon as Amber mentioned calling her baby. Foreman hadn't even considered it. He'd said it because he felt it, because of how much he felt about her. Maybe that was too much. In the moments when he wasn't with her, Foreman could see how damn fast this was all going, how much he'd invested without stopping even once to protect himself against it ending badly, or ending at all. "Baby" had come to his lips as naturally as all his other encouragements, every appreciative word pouring out of him. He never would have thought twice about it if Amber hadn't brought it up. And laughed at him.
Foreman took a step back, to let Amber up instead of keeping her bent over the desk. Instead of sharing her happiness, self-consciousness took over, leaving him embarrassed and resentful and more aware than he had been that they'd fucked in the middle of Amber's living room, without so much as a thought. A glance around showed him that all the curtains were closed, but Amber might just as easily have left one of them open, left them exposed to any nosy passerby who wanted a thrill. "Shouldn't I have?" he said, his voice struggling between defiance and the remains of the tenderness that had led him to say it in the first place. Was he supposed to police his damn words now, not only touch her only as and when she wanted, but keep his mouth shut about what he might feel as well?