Foreman nearly laughed when Amber tugged him back into what he suspected was her preferred position--on top. Her words, though, were more intriguing than whether she wanted to pin him down. His penis slid out of her, but Foreman didn't mind or notice. Right now, after hearing her words, he wasn't going to bother with anything else.
He didn't obey her entirely; he rested his hands on her thighs, massaging lightly as he watched. God, he had no idea where to look. His gaze flickered from the movement of her hand between her legs, to her face--he couldn't tear his eyes away from the flickering change of her expression as the pleasure became too much. "Yeah," he encouraged her. He couldn't believe that his breathing was kicking up all over again. He felt a twinge in his groin; if he hadn't come so spectacularly only a minute ago, he probably would have gotten hard just seeing her. "What else? Tell me." She was too far gone, though. Foreman studied Amber's face as her eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers were working quickly, her muscles quivering under his hands. She gasped for air, shivered, letting out small sounds. All for him. "Oh, yeah. Come on. Let me see."
He was still too spent to move, but he smiled softly at her when she finished. Gorgeous. He'd already said that, and it was true, but repeating it might seem over the top. He hoped she'd figure it out from his look, from the way he couldn't stop running his hands across her thighs and stomach. He felt damn lucky, that she'd shared that with him. The whole night. For all he knew she wasn't finished with him; she might wear him out, take all night to get what she wanted, and Foreman wouldn't mind in the least. He'd like to get cleaned up first, though. Glancing across the bed, he saw a box of tissues on the night table, and he reached out for it, grabbing a few and then reaching down to slip the condom off and wrap it up. The aftermath wasn't exactly sexy, but it had to be done. He'd need a garbage can if she had one. "Mind if the stranger hangs around for a shower?" he asked. Whatever she'd said before, Foreman didn't want to get in the way. He'd offer her the chance to subtly kick him out. If she didn't take him up on it, then he was already wondering about the encore performance she'd mentioned before.
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He didn't obey her entirely; he rested his hands on her thighs, massaging lightly as he watched. God, he had no idea where to look. His gaze flickered from the movement of her hand between her legs, to her face--he couldn't tear his eyes away from the flickering change of her expression as the pleasure became too much. "Yeah," he encouraged her. He couldn't believe that his breathing was kicking up all over again. He felt a twinge in his groin; if he hadn't come so spectacularly only a minute ago, he probably would have gotten hard just seeing her. "What else? Tell me." She was too far gone, though. Foreman studied Amber's face as her eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers were working quickly, her muscles quivering under his hands. She gasped for air, shivered, letting out small sounds. All for him. "Oh, yeah. Come on. Let me see."
He was still too spent to move, but he smiled softly at her when she finished. Gorgeous. He'd already said that, and it was true, but repeating it might seem over the top. He hoped she'd figure it out from his look, from the way he couldn't stop running his hands across her thighs and stomach. He felt damn lucky, that she'd shared that with him. The whole night. For all he knew she wasn't finished with him; she might wear him out, take all night to get what she wanted, and Foreman wouldn't mind in the least. He'd like to get cleaned up first, though. Glancing across the bed, he saw a box of tissues on the night table, and he reached out for it, grabbing a few and then reaching down to slip the condom off and wrap it up. The aftermath wasn't exactly sexy, but it had to be done. He'd need a garbage can if she had one. "Mind if the stranger hangs around for a shower?" he asked. Whatever she'd said before, Foreman didn't want to get in the way. He'd offer her the chance to subtly kick him out. If she didn't take him up on it, then he was already wondering about the encore performance she'd mentioned before.