Foreman hummed deep in his throat when he felt Amber soften against him. His eyes slid closed easily, of his own volition this time, so that he could concentrate on the sensations of the kiss. Amber's hands moving over his back made him shiver lightly, and he mirrored her touches, finding the same lines as he rubbed his hands over her back, massaging as he went. He shifted when she did, letting her settle closer when she changed position.
"I'm not the teacher," he murmured against her ear as she leaned in to touch their cheeks together. He kissed her again, moving his mouth hotly along her jaw, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he did. His body was beginning to remember what they were doing, why they were here. Foreman didn't feel much less uncomfortable about the prospect of what she wanted to do, but neither did he want her to feel like she had to prove anything to him. They'd already shown they could bring each other pleasure. Now was about building on that. If Amber wanted to show him something or make him beg, then Foreman was ready to listen. "Come here," he said, and tugged her forward, lying back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. He already felt hotter with her body draped over him, and he was starting to get comfortable with having her on top of him, too. He could knead his palms over her ass, and roll his hips up to meet hers. It felt damn good. He was still aroused enough that she'd feel it. And the more he kissed her, touched her, the closer he was getting to where they'd been before. A little less intense this time, but no less desirous.
Foreman had felt a lump under him when he lay down, and he wriggled a bit to get it out from under him. The bottle of lube. He chuckled quickly and pressed it into Amber's hands. His skin was already sticky-slippery with it, and she'd probably need more. "You're the teacher," he said, lifting up to kiss her mouth again. It sent a shot of adrenaline through his stomach to admit that, to trust her, but this time, now that he knew what was happening, it felt more like excitement than dread. Maybe she'd have him begging after all.
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"I'm not the teacher," he murmured against her ear as she leaned in to touch their cheeks together. He kissed her again, moving his mouth hotly along her jaw, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he did. His body was beginning to remember what they were doing, why they were here. Foreman didn't feel much less uncomfortable about the prospect of what she wanted to do, but neither did he want her to feel like she had to prove anything to him. They'd already shown they could bring each other pleasure. Now was about building on that. If Amber wanted to show him something or make him beg, then Foreman was ready to listen. "Come here," he said, and tugged her forward, lying back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. He already felt hotter with her body draped over him, and he was starting to get comfortable with having her on top of him, too. He could knead his palms over her ass, and roll his hips up to meet hers. It felt damn good. He was still aroused enough that she'd feel it. And the more he kissed her, touched her, the closer he was getting to where they'd been before. A little less intense this time, but no less desirous.
Foreman had felt a lump under him when he lay down, and he wriggled a bit to get it out from under him. The bottle of lube. He chuckled quickly and pressed it into Amber's hands. His skin was already sticky-slippery with it, and she'd probably need more. "You're the teacher," he said, lifting up to kiss her mouth again. It sent a shot of adrenaline through his stomach to admit that, to trust her, but this time, now that he knew what was happening, it felt more like excitement than dread. Maybe she'd have him begging after all.