Amber's hands pressed him down to the bed, and Foreman exhaled slowly as she massaged his back. Her thumbs found the knots of tension under his shoulder blades and along his spine, and Foreman couldn't help stretching out and relaxing against the sheets. His eyes fluttered closed. If it weren't for the insistent pulse of his erection, trapped between his body and the bed, it would be so easy to fall asleep. The longer she didn't go anywhere near his ass, but concentrated on kneading his shoulders and giving him a chance to get used to what would probably be her course down his body, the more Foreman was able to talk himself into a receptive frame of mind. Once again she had him wanting more than he was getting, and he moaned low in his throat as Amber pushed down against his ass, increasing the pressure.

Her first kiss had him shuddering underneath her. Trying to guess where the next bite or hot, swirling kiss would land. When Foreman had been lying on his back, he knew what that meant, or he thought he had--that she'd suck him, swallow him down as much as possible until everything she was doing, every sight and sensation, would send his orgasm surging through him. Now he wasn't so sure, but the feelings were the same, that urgent expectation. Fuck holding back. Foreman rocked his hips down against the bed; it would be good for Amber, too--he could feel her pubic bone against his ass when he lifted up. He closed his eyes in case she wanted to tease him. His body was already asking for it, and he didn't need to add his voice to the chorus.