It was absolutely graceless, having Amber up against the shower wall. They were both wet, slippery, and as Foreman started to touch her, Amber arched in his arms, sharp movements that he couldn't predict and only wanted to provoke again, trying to find the exact touch that had set her off, over and over again. His arms under her thighs were enough to steady her for now, but he wanted more room. Curving his hand, he was only just able to touch the entrance of her vagina, fingertips teasing along her labia, shallow and not nearly enough. After he'd lifted her, he lost the friction against his cock, leaving him frustrated, half-aroused, getting nowhere.
He hadn't thought this position through, and the more Amber squirmed, slick and restless, the less Foreman thought he'd be able to hold her up for long. His arms were tired, from the game and from his struggle against the cuffs last night. This wasn't going to last. But it was so good as long as it did. Amber was breathless, eager, her words spurring him forward as much as the sight of a drop of water sliding over her breast to gather on the tip of her nipple, until he couldn't hold back from tasting it. Slow, lingering. Gentle, and then a sudden hard suck. She was right--he couldn't get enough. Foreman licked a long swipe up her chest again, to her throat. God, he wanted to kiss her. "Yeah," he said, roughly, hoarse. "I want you, wanna see you--" Her long neck as she arched back, the sight of the flush on her skin, her nipples tightening; her arms and legs wrapped around him, God, he loved seeing all of it. Made the pleasure when he was inside her rise even higher, sharper.
If he let her slip down, slow, onto his cock--he wasn't quite there yet, but it wouldn't take long--Christ. No fucking condom. He wasn't going to forget that again anytime soon. Foreman groaned in frustration. He lowered his arms, letting her find her footing. He didn't have the damn brain cells to tell her the problem--think about it later--for now, he kissed her again, firmly, and let his palm slide up from her hips, fingers slipping through her pubic hair to touch her, softly, but fully.
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He hadn't thought this position through, and the more Amber squirmed, slick and restless, the less Foreman thought he'd be able to hold her up for long. His arms were tired, from the game and from his struggle against the cuffs last night. This wasn't going to last. But it was so good as long as it did. Amber was breathless, eager, her words spurring him forward as much as the sight of a drop of water sliding over her breast to gather on the tip of her nipple, until he couldn't hold back from tasting it. Slow, lingering. Gentle, and then a sudden hard suck. She was right--he couldn't get enough. Foreman licked a long swipe up her chest again, to her throat. God, he wanted to kiss her. "Yeah," he said, roughly, hoarse. "I want you, wanna see you--" Her long neck as she arched back, the sight of the flush on her skin, her nipples tightening; her arms and legs wrapped around him, God, he loved seeing all of it. Made the pleasure when he was inside her rise even higher, sharper.
If he let her slip down, slow, onto his cock--he wasn't quite there yet, but it wouldn't take long--Christ. No fucking condom. He wasn't going to forget that again anytime soon. Foreman groaned in frustration. He lowered his arms, letting her find her footing. He didn't have the damn brain cells to tell her the problem--think about it later--for now, he kissed her again, firmly, and let his palm slide up from her hips, fingers slipping through her pubic hair to touch her, softly, but fully.