Foreman knew his orgasm only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard, not even the first time tonight, which had come after hours of teasing and a few months of celibacy. Even as the spasms faded, Amber was still doing her best to work out one last surge of pleasure out of him, until finally Foreman squirmed weakly and she moved up beside him.

There was no time for him to recover. No time to simply sink down into the glowing satisfaction of what she'd done. Certainly no time to think about the fact that he'd liked having her fingers up his ass, and change his self-conception because of it. Amber was already eager, thrusting her hips against him. I need you. Foreman let out a whispered, "Yeah," and then rolled over, pushing Amber onto her back. When she'd first started teasing him, Foreman had promised revenge, making her wait, taking his time. Now that it came down to it, though, Foreman wasn't interested in making Amber beg or seeing her frustrated. He slid down her body quickly, pausing to give her nipple a quick pinch, but he had a destination in mind and wasn't going to meander getting there.

It was so easy to slide a finger against Amber's vulva and then up inside her. She was already wet, eager, and Foreman added another finger before he bent down to kiss her just above her pubic hair. He wasn't going to forgive everything she'd done to him, and he retaliated with a quick bite to her inner thigh. It was only seconds later that he covered Amber's clit with his tongue, but he'd bet it seemed longer to her. This wasn't the time for finesse. Foreman tasted her, thick and slick against his tongue, and then sucked, hard, over her clit, working his fingers in and out and feeling the clench of her vaginal muscles with each quick, hard thrust. She was already close; he just wanted to make it explosive when she finally came.