Foreman grinned, feeling smug as hell and more turned on than he'd been all night, when Amber batted his hands away and sank down to close her mouth over the head of his cock. It was the first time he'd actually seen it, and it was even more amazing than he'd imagined. Her lips sliding over him, the simultaneous feeling of hot, wet suction--Jesus, she was so good. So fucking good. Foreman let out a low, long groan, tilting his head back. Damn. The first time he'd had a chance to watch her, and he was so far gone that he couldn't even keep his eyes open. The deep wash of pleasure overwhelmed him, cutting off his thoughts, and all he wanted to do was feel it.

This time he didn't even have a second to panic before she was pressing a finger against him, sliding it inside easily. The lube, and the way she'd been opening him up with her tongue, both made it easier. Foreman's breathing stopped for a second in his throat, before he started panting. There wasn't enough air in the damn room right now. His lungs pumped, and Foreman tensed his thighs, pressing his heels down against the mattress--just enough to arch up into Amber's mouth. Needing more. Felt like he'd been waiting all fucking night for her to do this, not teasing, not stopping. When Foreman settled back, he hardly realized he was going to drive down onto her finger, but when he did, there was a driving spike of sensation. Like he'd been struck by lightning, electricity surging along his nerves, the wild shock of it pinning him to the bed.

"Oh fuck," he said. Couldn't stop the words. They burst out of him on a gust of air, and Foreman squeezed his eyes closed. He moved again--hardly even thinking about how--rocking his hips, biting back his sharp, needy whimpers, wanting whatever that had been again.