Amber's response was sharp and immediate and Foreman grinned into the pillow to feel it. He rubbed against the bed again, feeling the slight chafe of the sheets and the damp spot of precome on his stomach. Warm, pulsing pleasure washed through him with each heartbeat, increasing every time Amber pushed him down. "Mmn. Yeah." His sigh hitched in his throat. He was ready. The closer she got, the more he wanted. Tiny goosebumps covered his arms and back now that Amber wasn't lying over him anymore, but Foreman was concentrating on her mouth. What she was doing. Now he understood why she'd told him to wash carefully.

So glad to share this with you. Foreman didn't know what to make of that. He nodded, but into his pillow--she might not have noticed. That feeling of going too fast came back to him--making this night more than it was meant to be. But they'd already gone farther than most of his one-night stands. Foreman had shared more with her than he did with most of the women he dated, and she hadn't laughed in his face. He couldn't keep his mind on what she'd said, though. Foreman could feel the teasing slide of her tongue, moving lower, and his breathing increased. He kept still now. Concentrating on each individual lick as she toyed with him. Christ. He couldn't believe this was working, or that he was letting her do this, but he already felt fuller, harder. Beginning to throb, and she hadn't even used her fingers yet.

"You like this?" he asked, but quietly--he didn't want to interrupt her. "I mean, on you?" He'd pay even more attention if it was something Amber wanted him to do in return. Thinking about that, about exploring her like this, maybe trying something new, kept his mind occupied, and was just as arousing as her touch.