A short, sharp moan spilled out when Amber tightened her hand. Foreman jerked against her, pushing up, but by then she'd already relaxed her grip, and went back to the even, thumbing strokes. He panted shortly, trying to surge closer to her, taking everything she'd offer. She was making him feel so good, he was losing track of where he was, why it mattered. Bare feet slipped against the floor of the shower as he thrust his hips forward. He dropped kisses everywhere he could reach--close to Amber's mouth, on the point of her chin, against the damp hair at her temple as she suckled his earlobe.
He never let himself lose track of what he was giving her in return, no matter that his knees were turning to jelly under her ministrations. Amber cried out, and if it was possible, she seemed even hotter around his fingers. Foreman quickened his pace, not slamming in, but just enough to give her a rhythm to work against. As much as he could, he circled his thumb over her clit, feeling its hardness nestled in the slippery, swollen folds of her labia. Moving the pad of his thumb over it, back and forth, he let himself focus on the damn image. "They were staring, bet you left them with hard-ons." He had no intention of ever letting this kind of thing happen, but from the way Amber had started moving, moaning, giving herself over more to how she felt when he'd mentioned it, Foreman couldn't make himself hold back. Too bad for them. Mine. To touch, however he wanted. Foreman's free hand wandered over her body, stroking where the water drops had left her warm and wet, over her belly, up to her breasts to pinch her nipples again, then cupping her head to draw her into a long kiss.
Her fingers, whispering down over his ass, made him remember what else Amber could do--how much she could make him feel. A burning blush suffused his face, and his chest tightened before Foreman could speak. "It's, uh. Okay, if you want to touch me..." Jesus, he really was asking for it, not that they had any lube for her to finger him like she had that first night, but he wasn't going to deny wanting it. He'd learned his lesson, and she could touch him any damn way she wanted. All of it was good. She could drive him out of his mind if she had the slightest wish to, and she probably did. He trusted her.
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He never let himself lose track of what he was giving her in return, no matter that his knees were turning to jelly under her ministrations. Amber cried out, and if it was possible, she seemed even hotter around his fingers. Foreman quickened his pace, not slamming in, but just enough to give her a rhythm to work against. As much as he could, he circled his thumb over her clit, feeling its hardness nestled in the slippery, swollen folds of her labia. Moving the pad of his thumb over it, back and forth, he let himself focus on the damn image. "They were staring, bet you left them with hard-ons." He had no intention of ever letting this kind of thing happen, but from the way Amber had started moving, moaning, giving herself over more to how she felt when he'd mentioned it, Foreman couldn't make himself hold back. Too bad for them. Mine. To touch, however he wanted. Foreman's free hand wandered over her body, stroking where the water drops had left her warm and wet, over her belly, up to her breasts to pinch her nipples again, then cupping her head to draw her into a long kiss.
Her fingers, whispering down over his ass, made him remember what else Amber could do--how much she could make him feel. A burning blush suffused his face, and his chest tightened before Foreman could speak. "It's, uh. Okay, if you want to touch me..." Jesus, he really was asking for it, not that they had any lube for her to finger him like she had that first night, but he wasn't going to deny wanting it. He'd learned his lesson, and she could touch him any damn way she wanted. All of it was good. She could drive him out of his mind if she had the slightest wish to, and she probably did. He trusted her.