Coming seemed to last, longer than Foreman could account for. The sensation arrowed between Amber's fingers and her mouth on his cock, until one seemed to intensify the other, both of them setting off new ripples after the first jolt had passed. God, it--he couldn't believe he was getting off on this, but it was so shockingly true that he couldn't deny it. One foot slid out from under him, only an inch, but it was enough to make him fling out an arm, banging his hand against one of the glass walls of the shower. Foreman braced himself, huffing for air, the aftershocks of his orgasm reverberating in incredible shockwaves as long as Amber kept sucking him. His ass twitched around her fingers as she rubbed one last spark of pleasure out of him.
It probably wasn't very gentlemanly, but Foreman tipped his head back, eyes closed, and barely noticed when Amber stopped touching him. His body was humming, nerves brought up to fever pitch and then completely satisfied, so that he felt lazy in the best possible way. Exhausted, but so content he could barely move. His eyelids felt too heavy to open, but he managed it, returning Amber's pleased smile. He flinched under the first hot spray of the shower, but a second later it felt glorious. Amber was right--this was exactly like the endorphin high of a good workout. It was simple to transfer his weight from the shower wall into leaning on her, allowing Amber to lean back just as heavily. Arms wrapped around her, Foreman wanted to go to sleep with his head resting on her shoulder, with the hot water rushing down her back and his shoulders. "How do you do that," he muttered, too tired to even make it into a question. Kissing her throat briefly, he murmured, "So good," against her skin.
He finally straightened. Wouldn't be much of a shower without soap, and the hot water would run out on them again in no time. He stepped out long enough to grab the bar from the top of his sports bag, and brought it bag, lathering up quickly. His arms felt twice as heavy as they should, but he soaped down quickly, then handed Amber the soap and shuffled around her so that he could rinse off while she washed. His ass ached a bit--just enough that when he moved, he was reminded that Amber had had her fingers there, like the lingering ghost of the penetration. Probably should've freaked him out more, liking that, but right now he was too damn tired to care about anything except how spectacularly he'd come.
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It probably wasn't very gentlemanly, but Foreman tipped his head back, eyes closed, and barely noticed when Amber stopped touching him. His body was humming, nerves brought up to fever pitch and then completely satisfied, so that he felt lazy in the best possible way. Exhausted, but so content he could barely move. His eyelids felt too heavy to open, but he managed it, returning Amber's pleased smile. He flinched under the first hot spray of the shower, but a second later it felt glorious. Amber was right--this was exactly like the endorphin high of a good workout. It was simple to transfer his weight from the shower wall into leaning on her, allowing Amber to lean back just as heavily. Arms wrapped around her, Foreman wanted to go to sleep with his head resting on her shoulder, with the hot water rushing down her back and his shoulders. "How do you do that," he muttered, too tired to even make it into a question. Kissing her throat briefly, he murmured, "So good," against her skin.
He finally straightened. Wouldn't be much of a shower without soap, and the hot water would run out on them again in no time. He stepped out long enough to grab the bar from the top of his sports bag, and brought it bag, lathering up quickly. His arms felt twice as heavy as they should, but he soaped down quickly, then handed Amber the soap and shuffled around her so that he could rinse off while she washed. His ass ached a bit--just enough that when he moved, he was reminded that Amber had had her fingers there, like the lingering ghost of the penetration. Probably should've freaked him out more, liking that, but right now he was too damn tired to care about anything except how spectacularly he'd come.