The water was as hot as Foreman liked it for all of two seconds, then it settled down into the gym's usual version of warm. The change room might be private, but that didn't do anything for the plumbing. Foreman rubbed his hands over his face, letting the temperature difference between his body and the water bring up shivers, and then Amber yanked the door open. He chuckled, turning to face her in the tight confined space. "It got you here, didn't it?" He hadn't been about to risk rejection if she was still feeling pissy about the damn game.
Completely willingly, he cupped her ass, jerking her closer against him. The water spilled down his shoulders, then between them, until their bodies were slick and hot, and every breath brought delicious friction. He might not have a hard-on yet, but Christ, it was going to take no time at all; he'd already been working on talking himself out of an erection. No more need to control himself. She felt so damn good, and he still had visions of the game playing through his mind. How proud she'd been, how intent, and--his fingers squeezed--exactly what she'd looked like in her yoga pants and the bright red sports bra.
Foreman leaned in, kissing Amber's jaw, and then contorting as best he could to suck at the sweat on her throat. Oh, yeah. The taste, the scent, the firm feel of her ass under his fingers--fuck, his arousal was already shooting through the roof. Didn't need kissing or rolling around in bed when he'd had her teasing him for the last half-hour. He nipped at Amber's collarbone, then the nape of her neck, letting her feel his teeth. "School me," he suggested, already starting to breathe harder. "Bet I can learn."
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Completely willingly, he cupped her ass, jerking her closer against him. The water spilled down his shoulders, then between them, until their bodies were slick and hot, and every breath brought delicious friction. He might not have a hard-on yet, but Christ, it was going to take no time at all; he'd already been working on talking himself out of an erection. No more need to control himself. She felt so damn good, and he still had visions of the game playing through his mind. How proud she'd been, how intent, and--his fingers squeezed--exactly what she'd looked like in her yoga pants and the bright red sports bra.
Foreman leaned in, kissing Amber's jaw, and then contorting as best he could to suck at the sweat on her throat. Oh, yeah. The taste, the scent, the firm feel of her ass under his fingers--fuck, his arousal was already shooting through the roof. Didn't need kissing or rolling around in bed when he'd had her teasing him for the last half-hour. He nipped at Amber's collarbone, then the nape of her neck, letting her feel his teeth. "School me," he suggested, already starting to breathe harder. "Bet I can learn."