God, yeah. This was happening. Or else Amber was a worse tease than Foreman would ever have believed. The soft fall of her leg between his, as if by accident; the arch of her hips against him, seemingly as innocent as a stretch; the light draw of her breath, even and deep as if she might drift off to sleep...they could have felt coy, or like the lazy touches that happened after sex, affirmations before sleeping. But the air felt electric, like they were both, somehow, holding their breaths. Waiting. As if they were both caught up on almost, nearly. Foreman encouraged Amber's long, unhurried thrusts by pulling her closer when she ground against him, then skimming his fingers up under the loose hem of her sweater when the surge faded. Sweat started on his skin again, in his armpits and where Amber's mons slipped over his hipbone. Still quietly, he was breathing deeper and faster. Visualizing the moment when Amber would go further.
The green light was her kiss. Foreman's satisfied hmm was hardly voiced, more of a vibration in his throat than a sound. In the dark, his sense of touch felt heightened, and Amber's careful, gentle sucking on his lip brought all his attention to that one spot, touching off a rush of enjoyment. Foreman echoed Amber's kiss as much as he could, tracing her lip with his tongue, nuzzling closer by lifting his head, ignoring the strain on his neck. He could feel each part of his body, the firm mattress underneath him, the tangle of sheets around his legs, the cotton of Amber's sweatshirt against his skin; but most of all, it was her hips rolling against him, and her soft insistence as she kissed him breathless.
They'd been more or less on their sides, and it was becoming awkward, with leverage for Amber to push against him. Foreman gradually rolled to his back, concentrating on the kiss the entire time, his arm around Amber bringing her with him. This way Amber could rub off against him, and he'd benefit too; her thigh, when she pushed against him, massaged his dick at the same time, her leg between his providing friction with each movement. Already, his dick felt heavier, fuller. Every stroke felt better than the last. A throbbing rhythm of pulses, sensation heightening the more Foreman concentrated, focused on maintaining the same slow, deep cadence.
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The green light was her kiss. Foreman's satisfied hmm was hardly voiced, more of a vibration in his throat than a sound. In the dark, his sense of touch felt heightened, and Amber's careful, gentle sucking on his lip brought all his attention to that one spot, touching off a rush of enjoyment. Foreman echoed Amber's kiss as much as he could, tracing her lip with his tongue, nuzzling closer by lifting his head, ignoring the strain on his neck. He could feel each part of his body, the firm mattress underneath him, the tangle of sheets around his legs, the cotton of Amber's sweatshirt against his skin; but most of all, it was her hips rolling against him, and her soft insistence as she kissed him breathless.
They'd been more or less on their sides, and it was becoming awkward, with leverage for Amber to push against him. Foreman gradually rolled to his back, concentrating on the kiss the entire time, his arm around Amber bringing her with him. This way Amber could rub off against him, and he'd benefit too; her thigh, when she pushed against him, massaged his dick at the same time, her leg between his providing friction with each movement. Already, his dick felt heavier, fuller. Every stroke felt better than the last. A throbbing rhythm of pulses, sensation heightening the more Foreman concentrated, focused on maintaining the same slow, deep cadence.