Amber's weight on him, the solidity of her presence, and her light smirk as she looked down on him, all made Foreman forget his nerves to an extent. He grinned against her lips and caught his breath when she followed his lead, rubbing against his cock. "Mmmn," he said, feeling heat flare in his groin, pleasure surging higher suddenly. They'd stopped, waited a bit more while they talked. Now Foreman could feel himself getting hard again, enthusiastically so, as Amber's kisses moved down his throat. He returned them as much as he could, touching her everywhere he could reach. She knew exactly how to short out his breathing and his thoughts, and Foreman was damn glad of it.

"You sound like you're plotting," he said, but he rolled over easily enough when Amber asked. There was always something a hint devious about her tone--not quite dangerous, but as if Amber was already enjoying her thoughts as much as she believed Foreman would enjoy her actions. Foreman glanced at her over his shoulder. He was up on his elbows, his shoulder muscles bunching as he held himself up, and he had to keep himself from rubbing against the sheets. He wanted to get whatever pressure he could, but he didn't want to make Amber think he was ready to start pleading with her yet. "I miss my view."