Amber's gasp, and the faltering of her fingers on his shirt buttons, was exactly what Foreman had been hoping for. A reaction, a strong one, showing just how much he'd affected her, and it was gratifying. Foreman concentrated on teasing Amber's nipples, not squeezing as hard as the first time, but finding them hardened through her bra and rolling them between his fingers. His breath stuttered to a stop when she rolled her hips forward, against his erection, and Foreman breathed out a quick "Yeah," as he pushed back. He was almost disappointed when she concentrated on getting his shirt off instead of continuing that rhythm and rubbing against him. He quickly freed his hands from his wrist cuffs and trailed his lips along her neck, leaving hot, sucking kisses on his way down her throat, to the first curve of her breasts. Amber's hands were on him as soon as she dropped his shirt, and it felt damn good, her touch and the eager appreciation in her eyes. He could practically feel her wanting him, and it fed his own desire to do whatever she wanted, show her just how good he could be.
Foreman grunted when Amber pushed at his shoulders. He didn't mind going along with her--especially when she cupped her palm around the nape of his neck and drew him to her breast, only a little faster than he'd meant to go himself. Foreman resisted for a moment, smirking up at her. He kept his hands on her sides, wanting a chance to look. The sight of her was more than arousing, and Foreman could feel his cock beginning to strain against the front of his pants. Amber was half-naked, her breast moving quickly as she breathed, her nipples hard through her bra, her body warm and soft and perfectly curved. Foreman leaned in at last and kissed Amber's stomach before closing his mouth around the nipple she'd wanted him to touch, breathing hotly against her. He ran his tongue over it, teasing, then sucked firmly. Christ, he wanted to hear her moan. Know that he was turning her on. Giving her what she wanted. At the same time, Foreman pressed one hand against her mons, through her skirt, in the same rhythm that he'd been thrusting his hips into hers. It was damn hot, and he wished he could give himself a few firm strokes like that, just enough to keep his frustration in check. Instead, Foreman skimmed his fingertips up her waist, then to her back, reaching for the clasp of her bra and trying to fumble it open--too distracted by the demanding ache in his own groin to open it right away.
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Foreman grunted when Amber pushed at his shoulders. He didn't mind going along with her--especially when she cupped her palm around the nape of his neck and drew him to her breast, only a little faster than he'd meant to go himself. Foreman resisted for a moment, smirking up at her. He kept his hands on her sides, wanting a chance to look. The sight of her was more than arousing, and Foreman could feel his cock beginning to strain against the front of his pants. Amber was half-naked, her breast moving quickly as she breathed, her nipples hard through her bra, her body warm and soft and perfectly curved. Foreman leaned in at last and kissed Amber's stomach before closing his mouth around the nipple she'd wanted him to touch, breathing hotly against her. He ran his tongue over it, teasing, then sucked firmly. Christ, he wanted to hear her moan. Know that he was turning her on. Giving her what she wanted. At the same time, Foreman pressed one hand against her mons, through her skirt, in the same rhythm that he'd been thrusting his hips into hers. It was damn hot, and he wished he could give himself a few firm strokes like that, just enough to keep his frustration in check. Instead, Foreman skimmed his fingertips up her waist, then to her back, reaching for the clasp of her bra and trying to fumble it open--too distracted by the demanding ache in his own groin to open it right away.