Getting himself under control was no easy task. Amber kissed him back, and shivered under him. Even that tiny amount of friction brought his erection back to his attention, made Foreman want to thrust against her stomach, let his pleasure build that way.
His heart nearly stopped when Amber offered more. Foreman wanted to ask you sure? but Amber wouldn't say it if she didn't mean it. Her hand brushing his cheek was an assurance, a promise. "Yeah. Okay." He rolled off her, to his back. Cold air swept down his chest as soon as he lost contact with Amber. It wasn't his room, and he was unfamiliar with the furniture, but his groping hand finally knocked against the bed stand. He found the drawer, jerking it open at last, and fumbled inside. The condoms were in a box, which Foreman tore in his hurry.
He hated the awkwardness of the condoms--ripping a packet open in the darkness, tossing the foil away where it wouldn't get lost in the sheets, and then rolling the latex over his erection. Fuck. They were both doctors, it wasn't like they couldn't get tested and Amber could get a prescription for the pill, and then they could skip this step entirely. He'd think about it. Ask her. Later, when he was capable of rational thought. He'd already been rubbing against Amber's stomach, and between the two of them, there'd been more than enough sweat to ease the condom on without chafing. His own hand squeezing his dick was such a relief, pressure giving way to pleasure, and the anticipation that soon he'd have more only made it better.
When he rolled back again, to find Amber, he realized that she'd turned on her side as well. Foreman ran his hand from Amber's ass to the back of her knee. With her leg bent, all Foreman had to do was lean in, close. Holding himself, he guided the tip of his erection against her--still so wet; he let out a huff of air, gulped for another breath--and then, pushing slowly, entered her. "Oh God. Yeah." Foreman pressed his lips against Amber's shoulder, his chest expanding with each panting breath. "Amber, God, you feel so good." He took his time, and it felt like forever until he'd worked his way in fully. He slung an arm over her, around her stomach, and pulled her closer, onto his dick. Beginning to ease into a slow, stroking rhythm. Shuddering as the feelings swam through his nervous system like fire. Amber was tight around him, and even through the latex Foreman could feel each pulse of aftershock from her orgasm. He knew she was sensitive, that she'd already been overwhelmed by sensation. It was impossible to imagine giving this up: all the heat, clamping down on his dick and sending throbs of pleasure through his whole body. He'd have to, though. Be ready to, at least. His voice strained, desperate, he whispered, "Tell me. If it's--nhh. Too much."
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His heart nearly stopped when Amber offered more. Foreman wanted to ask you sure? but Amber wouldn't say it if she didn't mean it. Her hand brushing his cheek was an assurance, a promise. "Yeah. Okay." He rolled off her, to his back. Cold air swept down his chest as soon as he lost contact with Amber. It wasn't his room, and he was unfamiliar with the furniture, but his groping hand finally knocked against the bed stand. He found the drawer, jerking it open at last, and fumbled inside. The condoms were in a box, which Foreman tore in his hurry.
He hated the awkwardness of the condoms--ripping a packet open in the darkness, tossing the foil away where it wouldn't get lost in the sheets, and then rolling the latex over his erection. Fuck. They were both doctors, it wasn't like they couldn't get tested and Amber could get a prescription for the pill, and then they could skip this step entirely. He'd think about it. Ask her. Later, when he was capable of rational thought. He'd already been rubbing against Amber's stomach, and between the two of them, there'd been more than enough sweat to ease the condom on without chafing. His own hand squeezing his dick was such a relief, pressure giving way to pleasure, and the anticipation that soon he'd have more only made it better.
When he rolled back again, to find Amber, he realized that she'd turned on her side as well. Foreman ran his hand from Amber's ass to the back of her knee. With her leg bent, all Foreman had to do was lean in, close. Holding himself, he guided the tip of his erection against her--still so wet; he let out a huff of air, gulped for another breath--and then, pushing slowly, entered her. "Oh God. Yeah." Foreman pressed his lips against Amber's shoulder, his chest expanding with each panting breath. "Amber, God, you feel so good." He took his time, and it felt like forever until he'd worked his way in fully. He slung an arm over her, around her stomach, and pulled her closer, onto his dick. Beginning to ease into a slow, stroking rhythm. Shuddering as the feelings swam through his nervous system like fire. Amber was tight around him, and even through the latex Foreman could feel each pulse of aftershock from her orgasm. He knew she was sensitive, that she'd already been overwhelmed by sensation. It was impossible to imagine giving this up: all the heat, clamping down on his dick and sending throbs of pleasure through his whole body. He'd have to, though. Be ready to, at least. His voice strained, desperate, he whispered, "Tell me. If it's--nhh. Too much."