"Always. Happy to see you." Before Amber, Foreman never would have thought seriously about fucking in the shower at the gym. Fantasized about, maybe. The place had plenty of women who'd make more than adequate visual material if he was beating off. But actually being with someone, like the gym employees didn't have a key to the room--throwing caution to the winds, and pursuing Amber, and his own pleasure, simply because he wanted her so damn badly, needed her now, he'd never done anything like this before her. The restaurant, when she'd turned him on so much right at their table, had felt mortifying, but he'd come so hard in the bathroom, fucking Amber up against the door. That same excitement, the shivering tautness of knowing they could get caught, drove him now.
Slowly, feeling his way while he kissed Amber deeply, Foreman slid his middle finger deeper, until he was completely inside her. He explored, rubbing her firmly and inexorably, more massage than thrusting. Amber was wet, and knowing how much she was turned on made the feel of her fingers wrapped around his growing erection even sweeter. The kiss ended when he had to breathe, and Foreman let his head fall forward, so that he could watch. Her hand, working over his cock, was so fucking hot to see--to feel. "You know--you know how hot you were--" That wouldn't stop her from wanting to hear it, smug as a cat, eyes narrow and pleased as he started to rock into the friction of her hand. "Uh. Wanted to. Fuck you in the gym. You'd've--liked that--all of them watching--" Now that there was no possibility of a real audience, the idea didn't piss him off half as much. Instead, the power of it made him shudder. Showing those jackoffs that Amber was his, that she'd let him touch her, that she might have lowered herself down to her knees and watched him in amusement as she slipped her lips around his cock, hard and straining-- "Ohh. There, just--yeah, harder..."
Everything he felt, he wanted her to have. His fingers were already slick, and he spread her wetness along her labia. He let his forefinger join his middle finger inside Amber, and pressed his thumb over the hood of her clit. Pressure, moving only as much as the push of his fingers inside her allowed, echoing the pulsing rhythm of her muscles. "Amber," he whispered. His voice echoed in the shower cubicle now that the water wasn't spraying around them. The growing heat in his groin, the lingering strokes of her hand, was bringing him fully erect, pleasure burning along his nerves. But Amber--she'd been so sensitive before, telling him to back off when he went down on her, and last night she'd fucked him so hard. He wouldn't be surprised if she was more sensitive today, after that. "That good, honey? You want more?"
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Slowly, feeling his way while he kissed Amber deeply, Foreman slid his middle finger deeper, until he was completely inside her. He explored, rubbing her firmly and inexorably, more massage than thrusting. Amber was wet, and knowing how much she was turned on made the feel of her fingers wrapped around his growing erection even sweeter. The kiss ended when he had to breathe, and Foreman let his head fall forward, so that he could watch. Her hand, working over his cock, was so fucking hot to see--to feel. "You know--you know how hot you were--" That wouldn't stop her from wanting to hear it, smug as a cat, eyes narrow and pleased as he started to rock into the friction of her hand. "Uh. Wanted to. Fuck you in the gym. You'd've--liked that--all of them watching--" Now that there was no possibility of a real audience, the idea didn't piss him off half as much. Instead, the power of it made him shudder. Showing those jackoffs that Amber was his, that she'd let him touch her, that she might have lowered herself down to her knees and watched him in amusement as she slipped her lips around his cock, hard and straining-- "Ohh. There, just--yeah, harder..."
Everything he felt, he wanted her to have. His fingers were already slick, and he spread her wetness along her labia. He let his forefinger join his middle finger inside Amber, and pressed his thumb over the hood of her clit. Pressure, moving only as much as the push of his fingers inside her allowed, echoing the pulsing rhythm of her muscles. "Amber," he whispered. His voice echoed in the shower cubicle now that the water wasn't spraying around them. The growing heat in his groin, the lingering strokes of her hand, was bringing him fully erect, pleasure burning along his nerves. But Amber--she'd been so sensitive before, telling him to back off when he went down on her, and last night she'd fucked him so hard. He wouldn't be surprised if she was more sensitive today, after that. "That good, honey? You want more?"