Foreman barely had the presence of mind to work through all the different options that Amber presented him with. He reached for her at the same time that he was struggling to get his control back, bring his arousal down so that it wouldn't cloud his mind or his judgement. "Is there an 'all of the above'?" he asked. He couldn't believe she was presenting him with a menu when all he wanted was to touch her. To have her touch him. Even so, every word she said was bringing him closer to the edge, the images practically assaulting his mind's eye, playing out in full colour in front of him. Making him want her even more.
Foreman gripped her hips and stepped forward, enough that she might be off-balance--the bed was right behind her, probably hitting the back of her knees--but all Foreman noticed was how much better it was rocking against her, pulling her hips forward to meet his, now that there were no layers of fabric between them. He could feel the warmth of her body, the brush of her pubic hair against his erection. Foreman kissed her, trying for all of a second to make it gentle, soft, but a moment later he groaned against her lips and deepened the kiss. Everything was circling together for him. All the feelings, the sensations. He ran his hands up her sides, feeling the dip at her waist, the swell of her breasts against his hands, and then moved his grip down her arms. He caught her hand and took the condom from her. "This first," he whispered, and kissed her a second longer before moving away.
He didn't want to. Not even for the second it took him to sit down on the edge of her bed and tear the condom packet open. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to watch Amber's face, even as he stroked himself just enough to spread his precome from the head to the shaft. Felt amazing. Like his skin was about to burst into flames. So hot. He got the condom on, rolling it down quickly, and then lay back on the bed and waited for her to join him.
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Foreman gripped her hips and stepped forward, enough that she might be off-balance--the bed was right behind her, probably hitting the back of her knees--but all Foreman noticed was how much better it was rocking against her, pulling her hips forward to meet his, now that there were no layers of fabric between them. He could feel the warmth of her body, the brush of her pubic hair against his erection. Foreman kissed her, trying for all of a second to make it gentle, soft, but a moment later he groaned against her lips and deepened the kiss. Everything was circling together for him. All the feelings, the sensations. He ran his hands up her sides, feeling the dip at her waist, the swell of her breasts against his hands, and then moved his grip down her arms. He caught her hand and took the condom from her. "This first," he whispered, and kissed her a second longer before moving away.
He didn't want to. Not even for the second it took him to sit down on the edge of her bed and tear the condom packet open. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to watch Amber's face, even as he stroked himself just enough to spread his precome from the head to the shaft. Felt amazing. Like his skin was about to burst into flames. So hot. He got the condom on, rolling it down quickly, and then lay back on the bed and waited for her to join him.