Foreman didn't miss Amber calling him baby. His breath rushed out, and his next kiss to her shoulder hid a grin. Felt good to hear it. Even better to know it. He increased the pace, letting his body and his pleasure dictate how fast he went, how much he demanded of Amber. He hadn't missed the way she thrust back into him, either--encouraging him, but not with the same easy need as when she'd been working toward her own climax. She was doing it for him.
Both times she'd given him everything, like a gift. Didn't ask him to restrain himself. Demanded, instead, that he lose himself in his own pleasure, first when she'd sucked him off, deep and hard, without once trying to pull away; and now, telling him to keep going even when it couldn't be as good for her. Foreman shuddered again and relaxed. He wasn't going to hold back, but he didn't need to go fast either. He'd already come hard once this evening. This time, he felt warmer and relaxed, glad of Amber's closeness. Each thrust was like another wave against a dam, the tide rising. There didn't seem to be any separation between the growing heat in his groin and the moment when the dam burst. His orgasm was a long, amazing release. Any tension, any energy he'd had left, rushed out of him like the ocean retreating. Foreman moved with it, panting, trembling, enjoying. When he finally stilled, he felt too shaken to even pull out at first. Utterly limp with relaxation, eyelids drooping, mouth slack on Amber's shoulder.
He moved at last, a groan spilling out of him as he disengaged from her, and slipped the condom off his penis. There were tissues on the bed stand. Foreman forced himself not to give in to his own delicious exhaustion until he'd wrapped the condom in a few tissues and dropped it over the side of the bed. Hopefully he'd remember it before he stepped on it. At this point, he couldn't even imagine caring. All he wanted was to wrap himself around Amber and fall asleep. Foreman nuzzled up close behind her, mirroring their position of a moment ago, and draped his arm over her, letting out a sigh as he relaxed completely.
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Both times she'd given him everything, like a gift. Didn't ask him to restrain himself. Demanded, instead, that he lose himself in his own pleasure, first when she'd sucked him off, deep and hard, without once trying to pull away; and now, telling him to keep going even when it couldn't be as good for her. Foreman shuddered again and relaxed. He wasn't going to hold back, but he didn't need to go fast either. He'd already come hard once this evening. This time, he felt warmer and relaxed, glad of Amber's closeness. Each thrust was like another wave against a dam, the tide rising. There didn't seem to be any separation between the growing heat in his groin and the moment when the dam burst. His orgasm was a long, amazing release. Any tension, any energy he'd had left, rushed out of him like the ocean retreating. Foreman moved with it, panting, trembling, enjoying. When he finally stilled, he felt too shaken to even pull out at first. Utterly limp with relaxation, eyelids drooping, mouth slack on Amber's shoulder.
He moved at last, a groan spilling out of him as he disengaged from her, and slipped the condom off his penis. There were tissues on the bed stand. Foreman forced himself not to give in to his own delicious exhaustion until he'd wrapped the condom in a few tissues and dropped it over the side of the bed. Hopefully he'd remember it before he stepped on it. At this point, he couldn't even imagine caring. All he wanted was to wrap himself around Amber and fall asleep. Foreman nuzzled up close behind her, mirroring their position of a moment ago, and draped his arm over her, letting out a sigh as he relaxed completely.