Foreman groaned, low in his throat, the second Amber's cry sounded in his ears. He wanted her, more with every passing second. He could smell her, and he wanted to get the rest of her clothes off. Out of his damn way. Amber's impatience was just as sharp. Foreman almost laughed at the flash in her eyes as she batted his hand away and undid her bra herself. She took his face in her hands, and Foreman couldn't help a quick glance down to her breasts, newly bared for him, before he met her gaze. He was panting, and the longer he stayed on his knees the more they reminded him that he wasn't twenty anymore, but he felt transfixed, his breathing falling into the same quick pattern as Amber's. Until it stopped entirely. Foreman couldn't get a single gasp past the tightness in his throat. Make me come. Jesus, she was going to kill him, in the best way possible.
Foreman surged to his feet. He wasn't going to miss a challenge like this, not after the way she'd called out, wanton and lost in what he was doing, even when it had only been for a moment. He reached behind her, finding the zipper on her skirt with ease, and this time concentrating enough to open it with one swift tug. It fell to her feet in a whisper of fabric. A second later Foreman was dipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties, feeling the incredible heat of her, the slick wetness between her thighs. God, it was amazing. So fucking hot. All for him.
More smug than he could possibly say, Foreman leaned in long enough to murmur, "Anything you say," before he bent down to trace Amber's areola with his tongue. His fingers were already moving, finding her clit and rubbing firmly. He licked across her nipple, moving away and then coming back, wondering if she'd tug him into place the way she had before. Yeah, he'd do anything she said--he was almost surprised at how eager he was to let her guide him--but not right away. Not without challenging her in his turn. Foreman let his fingers slide lower, exploring, before he slipped one finger inside her. He closed his eyes, imagining pushing inside her, feeling her muscles tighten around his cock. It would be so good. Foreman was barely able to keep his voice level as he teased her one last time, lifting his head from her breast to watch her face as he thrust his finger slowly inside her, only occasionally flicking his thumb over her clit. "Looks like you're the one getting that reward," he said, wondering if, in this moment, she even remembered her promise.
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Foreman surged to his feet. He wasn't going to miss a challenge like this, not after the way she'd called out, wanton and lost in what he was doing, even when it had only been for a moment. He reached behind her, finding the zipper on her skirt with ease, and this time concentrating enough to open it with one swift tug. It fell to her feet in a whisper of fabric. A second later Foreman was dipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties, feeling the incredible heat of her, the slick wetness between her thighs. God, it was amazing. So fucking hot. All for him.
More smug than he could possibly say, Foreman leaned in long enough to murmur, "Anything you say," before he bent down to trace Amber's areola with his tongue. His fingers were already moving, finding her clit and rubbing firmly. He licked across her nipple, moving away and then coming back, wondering if she'd tug him into place the way she had before. Yeah, he'd do anything she said--he was almost surprised at how eager he was to let her guide him--but not right away. Not without challenging her in his turn. Foreman let his fingers slide lower, exploring, before he slipped one finger inside her. He closed his eyes, imagining pushing inside her, feeling her muscles tighten around his cock. It would be so good. Foreman was barely able to keep his voice level as he teased her one last time, lifting his head from her breast to watch her face as he thrust his finger slowly inside her, only occasionally flicking his thumb over her clit. "Looks like you're the one getting that reward," he said, wondering if, in this moment, she even remembered her promise.