If Amber wanted to test his self-control, she was doing a damn good job of it. Foreman had been getting hard gradually, but at the sound of her moan, the way she grabbed his ass--tugging him into position--and then the heat of her breath on him, he'd quickly gotten the rest of the way there. It would still take him longer to come this time, but that was fine. He'd have more restraint. Able to fully enjoy anything Amber wanted to do to him and still have the stamina left to return the favour.
Maybe. If Amber ever stopped playing and gave him a real touch. She was so fucking close. "Amber--" Fuck. Even he could hear the strain in his voice. But she was licking and kissing right next to him. A short caress of his balls, nothing more. Before she backed off. Telling him to keep his eyes shut. His dick twitched, and Foreman had to struggle again with the desire to open his eyes. What the hell was she doing? The air felt colder against his skin the minute she sat up. Foreman clenched his jaw, keeping his questions to himself. He could hear rustling, the bed dipping as Amber moved, and then a slick sound. Not difficult to identify; Foreman knew the sound of lube rubbing against skin. His breath nearly exploded out of him. "Yeah. Come on," he said. If she wanted to stroke him, suck him at the same time maybe--anything at this point--it would be so good.
Then, yeah, yeah, her mouth closed over him. Foreman groaned immediately. No reason to hold it back. Not that he could, after that wait. It was bad etiquette to thrust up, and the last thing he wanted was to force more than she wanted to give, but Foreman panted hard and dug his heels into the bed in the effort not to seek out more heat, wetness, the slide of her tongue. "Oh, God. Yeah." She'd have him begging next. Having his eyes closed meant anticipating all the more. When would she touch him? She'd gotten the lube for a reason, and Foreman wanted to feel her hand stroking the base of his cock while she sucked and licked the head. Foreman gripped the sheets and tilted his head back, waiting.
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Maybe. If Amber ever stopped playing and gave him a real touch. She was so fucking close. "Amber--" Fuck. Even he could hear the strain in his voice. But she was licking and kissing right next to him. A short caress of his balls, nothing more. Before she backed off. Telling him to keep his eyes shut. His dick twitched, and Foreman had to struggle again with the desire to open his eyes. What the hell was she doing? The air felt colder against his skin the minute she sat up. Foreman clenched his jaw, keeping his questions to himself. He could hear rustling, the bed dipping as Amber moved, and then a slick sound. Not difficult to identify; Foreman knew the sound of lube rubbing against skin. His breath nearly exploded out of him. "Yeah. Come on," he said. If she wanted to stroke him, suck him at the same time maybe--anything at this point--it would be so good.
Then, yeah, yeah, her mouth closed over him. Foreman groaned immediately. No reason to hold it back. Not that he could, after that wait. It was bad etiquette to thrust up, and the last thing he wanted was to force more than she wanted to give, but Foreman panted hard and dug his heels into the bed in the effort not to seek out more heat, wetness, the slide of her tongue. "Oh, God. Yeah." She'd have him begging next. Having his eyes closed meant anticipating all the more. When would she touch him? She'd gotten the lube for a reason, and Foreman wanted to feel her hand stroking the base of his cock while she sucked and licked the head. Foreman gripped the sheets and tilted his head back, waiting.