Amber's desperate kiss brought out a low, rumbling moan from deep in his chest. Foreman circled his thumb faster, his chest heaving as he studied every sign crossing Amber's face, the pleasure bringing short, needy cries to her lips and flickering through her eyes. "Yeah, feel that?" Foreman whispered. "They want you, can't have you, you're coming for me--" He shuddered as he felt Amber's body tense and arc into his fingers, as if completely in response to his words. Foreman kept going, kissing her, touching her, the tip of his cock rubbing against her belly to the same beat as his fingers inside her. The fantasy disappeared into the gorgeous reality. Amber surging against him, again and again, her hand slipping away from his cock but it didn't matter when he could feel the quiver of her orgasm around his fingers?
He chuckled softly--no one had ever asked her to give up the sex, least of all him. "Don't think that's gonna happen," he said. His body warmed again at her compliment, and although they'd reached a lull, with him swaying against her just enough to keep up the friction that was keeping him hard and wanting, Foreman couldn't help the sharp spike of pride and pleasure that came from his smugness, his tenderness, over making Amber feel so much. She might think he was amazing, but she hadn't seen herself, how beautiful she was, open and vulnerable and trembling with every sensation.
Amber was satiated, kissing slowly. Foreman's quick breathing left him dizzy after the long kisses, but he couldn't give up being so close to her, even if it meant panting against her lips between sliding his tongue deeper into her mouth, driving the heat in his body higher. He didn't know if it sounded good to him, only that he was getting more impatient. She'd stopped stroking his cock, and all he had now was the soft press of her stomach. "Mmn," he said, hands smoothing down her sides. Christ, his heart felt like a snare drum more than a vital organ. Uncertainty squeezed his lungs, and all he got out was "Uh--" Amber's palm cupped his balls, and Foreman's breath shot out in a shaky exhale. "Y-yeah."
He hadn't been thinking about it, hadn't been wanting it. Just--he thought Amber had been, from the way she'd squeezed his ass. Once she'd spoken, it seemed immediate, inevitable. On some level, Foreman remembered the sensation, the uncomfortable intrusion giving way to something deeper and amazingly good, but it had been just once, could've been a damn fluke. Now he had no idea how she'd do it, how she'd want him, and he didn't really want to stop kissing her or for Amber to stop touching him the way she was, just so he could find out.
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He chuckled softly--no one had ever asked her to give up the sex, least of all him. "Don't think that's gonna happen," he said. His body warmed again at her compliment, and although they'd reached a lull, with him swaying against her just enough to keep up the friction that was keeping him hard and wanting, Foreman couldn't help the sharp spike of pride and pleasure that came from his smugness, his tenderness, over making Amber feel so much. She might think he was amazing, but she hadn't seen herself, how beautiful she was, open and vulnerable and trembling with every sensation.
Amber was satiated, kissing slowly. Foreman's quick breathing left him dizzy after the long kisses, but he couldn't give up being so close to her, even if it meant panting against her lips between sliding his tongue deeper into her mouth, driving the heat in his body higher. He didn't know if it sounded good to him, only that he was getting more impatient. She'd stopped stroking his cock, and all he had now was the soft press of her stomach. "Mmn," he said, hands smoothing down her sides. Christ, his heart felt like a snare drum more than a vital organ. Uncertainty squeezed his lungs, and all he got out was "Uh--" Amber's palm cupped his balls, and Foreman's breath shot out in a shaky exhale. "Y-yeah."
He hadn't been thinking about it, hadn't been wanting it. Just--he thought Amber had been, from the way she'd squeezed his ass. Once she'd spoken, it seemed immediate, inevitable. On some level, Foreman remembered the sensation, the uncomfortable intrusion giving way to something deeper and amazingly good, but it had been just once, could've been a damn fluke. Now he had no idea how she'd do it, how she'd want him, and he didn't really want to stop kissing her or for Amber to stop touching him the way she was, just so he could find out.