Foreman grunted when Amber shoved him back. The tiled wall of the shower was cooler than the water, chilly against his back, but it warmed quickly. Don't ask, yeah, he'd heard that advice before. Hadn't exactly served him well, had gotten him fired in fact, even if it had saved lives. But that thought was easy to banish. He didn't care about work or about House's expectations, not when Amber was goading him. Kissing him. Foreman surged forward, licking his way into her mouth, panting and assertive, if that's what she wanted so much. She tasted fresh and hot, and Foreman's urgency only increased as she sucked his lip into her mouth. Amber could set off fireworks in him with nothing more than a simple kiss. Tingling with energy and anticipation, Foreman groaned in earnest when she rubbed against his cock. He was half-hard just from thinking about her, and if she kept up that rolling, eager pressure, he'd be ready far too soon.
He wanted to take--everything. "Yeah," he answered, trying to figure out the fucking logistics of having sex in a tiny shower. He wanted her, every part of her that he'd had to pretend to have a purely sportsmanlike interest in. He just couldn't reach. "You," he said, and getting his hands underneath her thighs, he hoisted her up. Amber's back against the wall of the shower, his arms under her ass, her mons pressed against his stomach, and even her feet pressing against the opposite side of the cubicle, all made it simple to hold her there. Foreman could tilt his head back and kiss her, and now there was all the scope he needed to taste her. Everywhere. Mouth hot on her collarbones, then down the center of her chest. He flicked a teasing glance up at her before he bent to test the curve of her breast with his tongue. He didn't suck right away, but scraped his beard across her nipple, watching for Amber's reaction, before he settled in to tease her thoroughly. Licking, sucking, biting gently, moving from one breast to the other, all while his fingers massaged her ass, and started moving lower.
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He wanted to take--everything. "Yeah," he answered, trying to figure out the fucking logistics of having sex in a tiny shower. He wanted her, every part of her that he'd had to pretend to have a purely sportsmanlike interest in. He just couldn't reach. "You," he said, and getting his hands underneath her thighs, he hoisted her up. Amber's back against the wall of the shower, his arms under her ass, her mons pressed against his stomach, and even her feet pressing against the opposite side of the cubicle, all made it simple to hold her there. Foreman could tilt his head back and kiss her, and now there was all the scope he needed to taste her. Everywhere. Mouth hot on her collarbones, then down the center of her chest. He flicked a teasing glance up at her before he bent to test the curve of her breast with his tongue. He didn't suck right away, but scraped his beard across her nipple, watching for Amber's reaction, before he settled in to tease her thoroughly. Licking, sucking, biting gently, moving from one breast to the other, all while his fingers massaged her ass, and started moving lower.