alwaysright | October 25, 2007

October 25, 2007

Foreman stepped out of Cuddy's office, closing the door softly behind him, and paused for a moment to look down at the floor, letting out a heavy sigh. Even if Cuddy didn't let it be generally known that she was rescuing from his own fuck-up, House would know just looking at him, and from there it was only a matter of time before the entire hospital knew his business. It wasn't much of an auspicious start for controlling House. Foreman didn't believe for a minute Cuddy's words when she'd still been trying to suck up to him that he was the only one on the team who House respected. Whether it was true or not, Foreman had missed his window of opportunity to actually squeeze something worthwhile out of Cuddy, and he was stuck with unenviable task of reining House in when House definitely didn't want it.

Foreman had had a shitty summer. No job, no relationship after he'd broken up with Wendy. He'd taken the opportunity of some time off to write articles and work on his contacts--he'd even gone to a conference in August, combining it with some long-overdue vacation--but mostly he'd been hitting the pavement, looking for the perfect job. Mercy had been it. He'd only been there a month, and he'd already felt so goddamn confident. This was his in. His chance to make his mark on the field. And he'd had an amazing catch with his lymphoma patient. One glance at her lactic acid level and he'd immediately felt like he'd been struck by lightning. He was so damn sure he was as good as House, able to synthesize the answer from one lab result. And he'd been right--but that wasn't good enough.

The weather outside tonight seemed to echo his feelings. Long, grumbling rolls of thunder accompanied the downpour. Foreman pulled on his overcoat and got his umbrella. On Monday morning he'd be back here, shoved into House's insane little game for hiring a team that Cuddy had explained to him, and he wouldn't want to be here, nor would he be wanted. Until then all he had to do was stew over the situation. Any distraction would be more than welcome, but Foreman couldn't think of much to fill his time with. He headed for the doors, but he didn't walk out right away. He waited just inside the doors, staring out at the weather as if he hoped for some break in the storm. Probably about as likely as a change in his own luck.

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Amber blushed in a way that had nothing to do with arousal. Men-- and women-- said the darndest things in the throes of passion, including love declarations and over-the-top compliments. She knew better than to think Eric meant anything more by "fucking gorgeous" than that she was turning him on. This was sex, nothing more and nothing less. Still, it flustered her. Amber wasn't used to being called beautiful. The softness of his brief kiss didn't help. For a second, her heart ached with an unknown longing.

She was soon distracted, however, with an onslaught of sensation as Eric pulled out all the stops. Whimpering slightly, the whole of Amber curved, her back arching, her head falling back, her legs stretching till she was on the tip of her toes. She rode Eric's hand, not even able to think straight, just wanting and wanting. "Oh," she cried, as she peaked higher and higher. "Oh, god--" His insistent pinch over her nipple, his mouth along her throat, the scent of their mixed musk and sweat, it was all too much. Amber reached her limit and came back crashing down, thrashing against him. She wasn't sure what happened next; she probably moaned, rubbed against him, shuddered.

All she knew was that she ended up on Eric, leaning most of her weight against him. She opened her eyes and found herself staring straight into his. What a magnificent shade of brown Eric’s eyes were. How sweet he looked, happy like he'd accomplished the greatest of feats, making her come. How nice it felt, her bare breasts against his naked chest. She knew this dopey and affectionate feeling came from the hormone rush she'd just gotten. But it was okay. She smiled lazily, sated. "Hey there," she said, kissing his cheek.

Foreman tore away from kissing Amber's throat as she started calling out, her body quivering against him. God. Oh, fuck yes. Amber trembled as he pushed harder, faster, and Foreman didn't want to stop. He wanted to see her orgasm break over her face, and a second later, he did--he could feel it, as she clenched around his fingers, and for a few long seconds Foreman only watched her, panting harshly. A moment later, Amber opened her eyes, the pupils dilated, her expression warm and lazy as she kissed his cheek.

"Hey," Foreman said. He slowly pulled his hand away from her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Even that was almost too much. Feeling her against him. He'd been holding himself back, and he was so hard now it nearly hurt. Couldn't wait much longer. Reward or no reward. The sight of her, the scent of her on his fingers, and now the warmth of her body as he held her were all driving him to move this forward. "I assume there's--a bedroom--around here?" he asked, kissing her jaw between words and trying to give her a moment to recover.

Foreman ran his palms down Amber's back, then hitched his hands under her thighs and lifted her up, grinning up at her. He settled her weight against his hips, trying to muffle his gasp as her body pressed against his erection. The sensation, the pressure, was incredible, and he shifted his grasp and let Amber rest back against the wall for a moment as he adjusted his grip. The last thing he wanted to do was drop her. "I never got the tour." He started down the hallway, balancing her, trying his damnedest to concentrate on her, not on the hot, building friction between them every time he took another step.

Amber kept on smiling and, closing her eyes again, hugged his shoulders tightly. The need to come gone, she could revel in the moment. If it were up to her, they'd go slow now, taking the time to fully appreciate each other. She wanted to explore every inch of him, kissing and caressing; she was dying to learn his geography and discover his physical secrets.

But her impatience had spread to him! Now he was the one who couldn’t wait! Amber squealed as Eric hitched her up, and laughed, chest shaking. She was just so happy. If he wanted to keep things fast and hot, she was more than willing to match his pace. She could stay up all night, doing this. In fact, they'd have to, if they were going to do even a fraction of what she wanted!

With a quick maneuver she locked her legs around his thighs, increasing the pressure between their crotches. God, he was so hard, and she'd barely even touched him. Judging from his shallow panting and the way his nails dug into her waist, he was desperate. Hot. Even though she'd just had an orgasm, watching him this crazy for her, she started to feel horny all over again. "First door to the left, you can't miss it," she breathed.

He was so focused, frowning and controlling his breathing. Would they make it to the bed before he came, his pants still on? She had plans for that reward she'd promised, and besides those, oh how she wanted him inside her, his dick sliding through her wetness as they fucked hard. But she was too curious: could she make him come now? "We're gonna need an encore," Amber murmured into his ear before licking its entire length, slowly. She rocked her hip against his erection, grinding as best she could in this precarious set-up. "If I tried to give you your reward now, you wouldn’t last five seconds!”

Foreman nodded sharply at Amber's directions. He might miss her bedroom, stop in the hallway again, work open his fly with one hand and shove his pants down just enough that she could slide down his body and onto his cock. He grunted hoarsely when she gripped him between her thighs. "Jesus. Amber--" Her name came out exactly as desperate as he was feeling. He wanted to slow down. Lay Amber in her bed and push into her, watch her eyes during the long, hot thrusts. Make her come again, and this time feel it--feel every second of it. The last thing he wanted was to rush, even if he had made her come once already, even if she was already satisfied. He knew he could do better than that.

If Amber didn't force his own orgasm out of him first. She licked at his ear, her warm tongue contrasting with the cool air as she breathed on the wet trails she'd left. The shivers seemed to connect straight to his dick, her words echoing exactly what he'd already been thinking. "Hey," Foreman protested weakly. He didn't like hearing that she thought he couldn't last. Even if she was right. "At least twenty." There was no way Foreman would tell Amber that she was going to make him come in his pants, but it seemed like she already knew it. He took another few steps, the pleasure increasing with each one. God. He couldn't help pushing against her, again and again, rubbing off with every step. Felt so fucking good. He was determined to make it, though, and he turned slightly, pushing Amber's bedroom door open with his shoulder and then stepping across to the bed. His arms were starting to shake. He had to let Amber down, but he did it slowly, feeling every inch of the contact as she slid over his body.

It might not be suave, but Foreman was already reaching for his fly. He was going to get them tangled in his shoes if he wasn't careful, and he wasn't going to make a fool of himself by tripping over his own pants. He toed off his shoes and yanked his fly down. He was panting, wanting Amber to touch him, wanting to get free of his boxers. A few seconds later, he'd managed it, all of it while--he hoped--only looking mildly ridiculous. Naked, he stepped forward again, and reached for her.

Amber made the most of the last few steps she took on Eric, the bumping and the grinding, and did all that she could to make him come, nibbling his ear and the side of his jaw. He lasted, though! She was half disappointed that she'd failed, but also glad: by losing, they could have more fun now. "Maybe fifteen," she conceded as she stepped down on her bare feet-- she'd kicked off her high heels along the way.

While he was busy stripping himself of his last bits of clothes, Amber dug into her bed stand drawer, grabbing a condom and her water-based lube. They could do anything, but the less work they set up for later, the safer would be whatever they ended up doing. Amber waved the items in either hand, smirking. "Time to choose, Dr. Eric Foreman: fuck me now? Or will you take your reward? Though if you'll allow me to be so bold, I suggest doing me first: you'll enjoy your reward better if you're not, uh, quite so aroused. And depending on how you hold up, you can always fuck me again." She teased, purposefully increasing her politeness to contrast how he was standing naked before her, his dick straining upwards, all of him twitching for her touch. It was the first time she’d gotten a good look at him without clothes, and what a sight. She could watch him all day, the way his chest rose and fell, the tone of his muscles, the intensity of his gaze. She felt powerful, the object of so much desire.

Foreman barely had the presence of mind to work through all the different options that Amber presented him with. He reached for her at the same time that he was struggling to get his control back, bring his arousal down so that it wouldn't cloud his mind or his judgement. "Is there an 'all of the above'?" he asked. He couldn't believe she was presenting him with a menu when all he wanted was to touch her. To have her touch him. Even so, every word she said was bringing him closer to the edge, the images practically assaulting his mind's eye, playing out in full colour in front of him. Making him want her even more.

Foreman gripped her hips and stepped forward, enough that she might be off-balance--the bed was right behind her, probably hitting the back of her knees--but all Foreman noticed was how much better it was rocking against her, pulling her hips forward to meet his, now that there were no layers of fabric between them. He could feel the warmth of her body, the brush of her pubic hair against his erection. Foreman kissed her, trying for all of a second to make it gentle, soft, but a moment later he groaned against her lips and deepened the kiss. Everything was circling together for him. All the feelings, the sensations. He ran his hands up her sides, feeling the dip at her waist, the swell of her breasts against his hands, and then moved his grip down her arms. He caught her hand and took the condom from her. "This first," he whispered, and kissed her a second longer before moving away.

He didn't want to. Not even for the second it took him to sit down on the edge of her bed and tear the condom packet open. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to watch Amber's face, even as he stroked himself just enough to spread his precome from the head to the shaft. Felt amazing. Like his skin was about to burst into flames. So hot. He got the condom on, rolling it down quickly, and then lay back on the bed and waited for her to join him.

She should've known better than to expect complex brain functions, like choosing between A and B, from a man about to get his rocks off. Just earlier she herself had been barely capable of processing what Eric had been saying at her. She grinned. How flattering, that she could short-circuit his mind. "We can swing that, and more," she promised, eyes twinkling.

And, oh wow, had he lost it. Amber gasped as her legs banged against the bed, and once more as he took hold of her, rubbing his hips against hers, like he just couldn't hold back anymore. Hot. She kissed back eagerly, her tongue pushing against his almost competitively, but what were they going to win besides mutual satisfaction? She moaned, letting him do what he wanted with her, out of curiosity as to what he wanted and from the sheer pleasure of being taken by force. “Ravaged,” her romance novels would’ve called this pawing.

Amber let the lube drop to the bed. Eric didn’t seem to want it, and she was wet enough to take on five men. But she only wanted the one, anyway. She climbed on to the bed on her hands her knees, letting her hair brush against him as she made her way up. As impatient as Eric was, she couldn’t resist squeezing him in a couple of places: his ass, his thigh, his bicep. She would feel him up, soon. Soon.

She settled over his pelvis and bent over him so that they were face to face. “Ready?” She whispered, her lips moving across his cheek, and then angled herself onto his dick, breathing in sharply at the sudden pressure inside her. It felt fucking fantastic, it really did, but that first moment could be a shock.

Foreman watched Amber from under half-closed eyelids. All his senses seemed magnified. The rough sound of his own breathing in his ears. The scent of their sweat. The softness of her sheets underneath him. And the sight of her. Crawling onto the bed, towards him, every inch of her a promise. She teased at first, her hair tickling against his chest, and Foreman felt his breath hitch as she only touched him in places he was barely paying attention to. One quick squeeze on his thigh and then she was moving on. But a second later she was poised above him, and Foreman's breath stopped entirely. "Yeah," he answered her. Yeah. More than ready. More than close.

The second she lowered herself down on him was mind-blowing. By sheer force of will, Foreman let her go as slowly as she needed to, without thrusting up sharply. But God, he wanted to. Wanted it so badly. She was tight and slick around him, so wet that he hadn't needed the lube she'd held out to him a moment ago. He'd known that from the moment he'd touched her, used his fingers. And it was just as hot as he'd imagined. The pleasure seemed to expand in his brain, pulsing upwards from his groin and filling his whole damn body. "Oh, yeah. That's--yeah, like that." He cupped her ass again--no clothes, no skirt in his way, and he loved the firm warmth under his palms--and urged her to sit just a little closer. Just enough to get the perfect angle. Foreman pushed up slowly, feeling enveloped in her. She looked so good, her breasts bouncing slightly as he started moving inside her. Couldn't hold back. He could feel his balls tightening, the heavy weight of pleasure low in his stomach that meant this wasn't going to last the way he'd like. Foreman reached for Amber's clit again. From everything she said he'd bet that he could make her come again, that she was already aroused enough that it would be easy. He started rocking his hips upwards, a short groan escaping him as he did, and then rubbed her clit with his thumb as he relaxed. Letting her have both sensations, one after the other, like a building wave. Might not be enough time. Not before he came. The urge to move, to fuck her hard, was growing, but for one last moment Foreman held it back.

How hard Eric was struggling to hold himself in! What for? Did he have to maintain that perfect image of himself, the all-night-goer, even on the brink? Or was he really that considerate, letting his partner lead? Maybe-- but Amber was willing to bet his pride had a whole lot to do with his exertion of will-force.

Amber sat up, adjusting her knees on either side of him to get into the best pumping position. That first slide took a moment, stretching her, but now it just felt good, really fucking good, the in and out and in again. She loved the grind of his dick in her, the repeating impact of their pelvis, the scratch of his pubic hair against her thighs. She wanted to speed up, to piston as fast as possible—but didn’t need to. She could wait it out. It was so much more delicious to watch Eric's exquisite torture, the way he shook with contained lust. She wanted to hear the sounds coming out of him, all because of her.

If he wanted to fuck hard-- well, let him go for it.

Amber purposefully brought the pace down, each thrust agonizingly slow and strong. A moan escaped her. Though it usually took her a while to come a second (and third, and fourth) time, another climax was already building up inside her, hottest in her clit and flaring out through the rest of her. And Eric was only helping with finger her pussy, in just the right way.

She'd wait until she made Eric go crazy, first. Upright, she couldn't mouth him, but there was plenty more she could do. She grasped his left his thigh for support and, with her right hand, kneaded his balls. "C'mon, Eric," she panted, barely able to get the words out through her labored breathing. "Fuck me."

Foreman swallowed hard, desperate for oxygen, his eyes widening as Amber slowed down. No--not now. He couldn't fucking stand it. She was squeezing him, each stroke feeling like it was taking hours, drawing more out of him than he'd ever want to give away. But she had the advantage and Foreman felt his heart pounding even faster when he realized it. When he realized he didn't want to fight it. Jesus, she could have him any way she damn well wanted, and he'd let it happen, if it felt this fucking good. A second later, she was reaching down for his balls, and Foreman's breath exploded out of him in a short, nearly agonized groan. He couldn't form words. Either to ask her to move or to tell her he needed more. Now.

At the sound of her voice, he broke. With a harsh grunt, he tensed his abs and sat up--still inside her, the change in angle nearly burying him in a wave of pleasure--and wrapped his arms around her, before pulling her down with him. Rolling over her, so that he was on top. A second later he'd pushed up on his knees. She'd asked for it, nearly dared him not to hold back, and Foreman didn't want to. He drove forward, sinking into her, a groan catching in the back of his throat. He panted hoarsely, supporting his weight on his elbows and watching Amber's face as he started a fast, hard rhythm. Giving in. Getting lost in her. Letting out sounds--her name, tiny, begging yeahs, anything. Anything. Pushing forcefully, forgetting to concentrate on her for the long moment when his orgasm crashed over him. His body jerked and he froze above her, even his sharp cry catching in his throat, before he gave a few more shuddering thrusts and stopped, panting thickly for air.

He tried to recover quickly. His arms were shaking as he held himself up, his chest heaving. He was still hard, the aftershocks washing over him. He stroked inside her slowly, and he met her eyes, wanting to know if she was close, if he could help tip her over the edge.

Amber's gasped at Eric's sudden rise and promptly exclaimed another "oh!" as her back hit the mattress, her breath knocked out of her. Oh, fuck yes, this was what she'd been waiting all night for. He'd played the gentleman, always putting her first, and finally he'd come undone. She crossed her legs behind his back, meeting him stroke for stroke, crying out over and over as he pounded into her. She surrendered herself to the moment, driving her pelvis to bring him in deeper and faster, pleasure jolting through all of her, from her fingertips to her nipples to her vulva. Amber was so caught up she barely registered him calling out her name, but she couldn't have missed how he said it as if she were the center of his world. She groaned, a jolt going from her clit and up her vagina just from hearing that.

Eric's weight, his greedy, impulsive thrusts, the wildness in his eyes as he watched her-- oh, fuck, it was amazing. Amber never wanted this to end. She wanted to distill this moment, have it with her forever.

But if everything had to end, at least this went out with a terrific bang. Enthralled, Amber watched Eric’s face break out into contortions, as if he were giving in to this release despite himself. His body's spasms, erratic, broke the rhythm of their fucking, but she accompanied him, riding out his movements. Oh, god, she loved this, his abandon. Her head hit the mattress a few of times and hip bone banged against hip bone. She might have some bruises to remember this climax by, tomorrow.

“You liked that?” Amber asked once he seemed past his orgasm, her voice honeyed with smug satisfaction. “I told you not to hold back." She kept on rocking against his dick. She didn't think his hardness would last long enough for her to come, but she'd savor every remaining second of it. She arched to rub her breasts on his chest, stroking his back, and kissed him deeply, splaying her tongue against his. She was overwhelmed with the smell of them, his sweat and come mixed with her own. It was a potent combination.

"Mmmn," Foreman agreed, warm and lazy. "You were right." Admitting it didn't cost him anything. He felt too good to worry about anything right now. Amber's legs were still locked around his waist, and she rubbed against him. Foreman kissed her when she reached up to him, meeting her tongue playfully and hitching his hips forward slowly. His muscles felt hot and loose, like he'd come apart and was floating, now. High on endorphins. He was gradually losing his erection, and he'd have to pull out before he risked the condom coming off on its own, but for now he wanted to stay close to her. Connected. Amber stroked her hands down his back, keeping his body pressed against hers. Foreman shifted slightly to kiss along her jaw to her ear, and then down her throat. He'd been so focused in the hallway, so intense, that he hadn't had a chance to explore, and now that he felt so relaxed, he could concentrate on how she tasted--the salt of her sweat, and the slightly harsh taste of her perfume, but mostly warm skin. He licked along her carotid artery, feeling the flutter of her pulse.

"What do you want?" he murmured into her throat. She hadn't climaxed again--he thought, although he'd been so oblivious for a moment that he might have missed it. Foreman wouldn't leave her hanging if she was working towards a second orgasm. He leaned to his right, taking more of his weight on that arm so that he could touch her body again. Cup her breast in his hand, rub his fingertips across her nipple, and then continue down to her clit again. He'd stopped when his orgasm had overwhelmed him. He wanted to give that back to her, that filling, heated sensation. "I could give you a list." He grinned, thinking of how distracted he'd been when she'd offered him a choice. "Touch you like this--" He circled his knuckle over her clit, wanting to feel her quiver and respond. "Or go down on you." He lifted his head to kiss her again, before finishing with a third option, one he was sure she'd appreciate. "Or I could fall asleep on you."

Amber gloated at Eric's admission. You were right. Three little words she'd never tire of hearing.

She sighed happily as he kissed her jaw, her throat. Fucking like rabbits had its definite perks, but this slow, careful exploration, it was so nice. Not that Eric seemed willing to leave it at nice: already he was riling her up again, sending her closer to orgasm by touching key areas. She moaned softly.

"As enticing as the thought of you drooling on me is," Amber joked, "I choose option number four: watch. And don't you dare fall asleep. Or touch me." She rolled them both over, coming out on top. He slipped out of her on the way, for which she was sorry, but that ride was over. For now.

Amber planted her knees on either side of him and came up so that she was kneeling over him, her legs splayed wide open. A few quick strokes over her clit and she’d be done. But if this was going to be a show… she ran her hand over her stomach, caressing herself in slow circles, her eyes never leaving Eric’s. She wanted, needed, to see his reaction. “This is how I do it, when I have no sexy strangers to fuck me.” Not strictly true, but again, this was more about performance. She slid her other hand up to her breast, kneading, tweaking her nipple. She couldn’t stifle a whimper; she really was close, and drawing it out like this, she was torturing herself. Her pelvis rocked back and forth, and that wasn’t faked, she couldn’t stop herself. “Sometimes, I, I—“ Oh, shit, she’d barely started and she was already loosing it. Her eyes fluttered close for a second, even though she wanted to keep watching her audience, and her hand snaked back to between her legs, thumbing her clit. Even without seeing, she could imagine the intensity of Eric’s gaze as she brought herself to climax.

Foreman nearly laughed when Amber tugged him back into what he suspected was her preferred position--on top. Her words, though, were more intriguing than whether she wanted to pin him down. His penis slid out of her, but Foreman didn't mind or notice. Right now, after hearing her words, he wasn't going to bother with anything else.

He didn't obey her entirely; he rested his hands on her thighs, massaging lightly as he watched. God, he had no idea where to look. His gaze flickered from the movement of her hand between her legs, to her face--he couldn't tear his eyes away from the flickering change of her expression as the pleasure became too much. "Yeah," he encouraged her. He couldn't believe that his breathing was kicking up all over again. He felt a twinge in his groin; if he hadn't come so spectacularly only a minute ago, he probably would have gotten hard just seeing her. "What else? Tell me." She was too far gone, though. Foreman studied Amber's face as her eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers were working quickly, her muscles quivering under his hands. She gasped for air, shivered, letting out small sounds. All for him. "Oh, yeah. Come on. Let me see."

He was still too spent to move, but he smiled softly at her when she finished. Gorgeous. He'd already said that, and it was true, but repeating it might seem over the top. He hoped she'd figure it out from his look, from the way he couldn't stop running his hands across her thighs and stomach. He felt damn lucky, that she'd shared that with him. The whole night. For all he knew she wasn't finished with him; she might wear him out, take all night to get what she wanted, and Foreman wouldn't mind in the least. He'd like to get cleaned up first, though. Glancing across the bed, he saw a box of tissues on the night table, and he reached out for it, grabbing a few and then reaching down to slip the condom off and wrap it up. The aftermath wasn't exactly sexy, but it had to be done. He'd need a garbage can if she had one. "Mind if the stranger hangs around for a shower?" he asked. Whatever she'd said before, Foreman didn't want to get in the way. He'd offer her the chance to subtly kick him out. If she didn't take him up on it, then he was already wondering about the encore performance she'd mentioned before.

Amber would've swatted away his touch, but that much audience participation was allowed, and her own hands were doing far too important things to be distracted. She shivered as he massaged her thighs. Eric's encouragements, oh god. That's what she needed. His words, his rapt expression, all for her. She couldn't think straight, not like this. She half-heard him ask for more details, and she would've told him, real things and made-up shit, anything, but it was too late. "Oh, god," she cried out, shaking all the harder because of his let me see. Her orgasm burst though her in wave after wave, lasting all longer because she rubbed her clit, her entrance, at just the right times and pressure. She shuddered at the end, sitting on Eric, then falling down besides him. She breathed heavily, needing oxygen most of all. This orgasm had been more intense than the last one, if only because it came so quickly after the previous one.

As she came to herself, she spread an arm and a leg across his body, cozying up against him. She smiled at him. He was glowing at her, soft and almost tender. His warm energy made her feel good, glad to be here with him. She wanted more of him. Wanted to lick and kiss his slick skin all over, slow and thoroughly. Which was why she pouted when he reached for the tissues and asked for a shower, already cleaning up. Did his vanity keep him from being a bit messy? He couldn't bear to not be perfect for even a few moments? "But I wanted to--" She paused. On second thought... one of the things she had planned, it was better if he showered. She leaned over and, hands on his chest, kissed his bottom lip. "You know what," she batted her eyelashes. "You wash up. All over, okay? There’s a trash can in the bathroom, the door right next to this bedroom."

Foreman moved closer to Amber to drop a kiss on her pouty lower lip. "I won't be long," he said. He wondered exactly what she'd almost said. What she wanted. Too bad she'd cut herself off. But it was clear now that she wanted him to stay. Foreman had been pretty sure--after that, why would either of them want to give up the chance at a second round if they didn't have to?--but he felt better being sure. No point in pushing for something and making a great night into an awkward wait for the morning after.

Amber was draped over him, and Foreman felt suddenly relaxed enough that he didn't want to move. He'd asked about the shower as an excuse to leave if he needed one, but now that he didn't, he'd rather stay in bed and keep kissing and touching. Amber wouldn't have to wait too long if she wanted to see him inspired again--not if she kept making cryptic comments about how thoroughly he should wash; he wanted to know exactly what she meant by that. Foreman met her quick kiss and raised his eyebrow. "You could join me," he said, with a grin, before he snuck out from underneath her and rolled to his feet.

He still felt good, his body pulsing with the ebbing pleasure. His back to Amber, Foreman threw his arms up and he stretched out his back. Reaching until he could feel the pull in his muscles, tightening his ass and thighs. Yeah, he was showing off. So what? Amber liked what she'd seen, so Foreman would give her more to see. He left the room slowly, leaving it up to her if she wanted to surprise him in the shower. In the bathroom, he ditched the condom in the trash and turned on the water on full hot, waiting for it to warm before he stepped in and grabbed the soap.

Amber grinned ear to ear at Eric's exit, strutting like a model on the catwalk. Except that his tightening ass muscles were far more captivating than any outfit he could've modeled. "Woohoo!" she called out, laughing a bit. She couldn't help it, she just felt so good and sated right now. She'd expected an exciting night when she'd invited him for a drink, but this was exceeding her expectations.

Join him? Now there was a thought. But she could use the break, to keep on going even longer tonight. This wasn't a race, they didn't have to do everything fast and straight away. Who knew, maybe they could shower together tomorrow morning. That'd be nice. And again on Saturday morning. That'd be nice. Amber smiled to herself. She would like to see him again, they had so much promise. And she was pretty sure Eric wouldn't mind seeing more of her.

Lazy, she lied down again, stretching her arms, her legs, and all those muscles in her thighs and hips she'd used tonight. Done, she flopped to her side, curling. Now that she was alone, she felt sleepy. They had done a lot. She closed her eyes; she could take a quick nap while he was showering...

It became clear pretty quickly that he'd be showering alone. Foreman had no doubt that if Amber wanted to join him, she'd have been climbing inside the shower within a minute of him, probably with that suggestive, playful smile on her face as she did. Foreman didn't mind that she stayed away. He'd suggested the shower and she'd tried to keep him in bed; obviously it wasn't her first priority. He washed quickly, taking a few seconds longer to rinse just to feel the hot water pouring over him. Once he was finished, he dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist, heading back to the bedroom already curious about what he'd find.

Foreman nearly laughed out loud when he pushed the door open. He stifled a chuckle, looking down at the bed. Amber was still lying across the sheets, the blankets not even drawn up, naked and supple, one leg bent at the knee so that he had the most amazing view of her ass, and she was fast asleep. Or at least, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Seems he'd worn her out anyway, no matter what she'd promised. Foreman dropped his towel and reached for the bedcovers, pulling them up over her. This might be a hint after all, or at least an opportunity, for him to leave. But he wasn't interested in going without getting her phone number, and he didn't want her to think he'd abandoned her by sneaking out when she was asleep. Amber was far too forthright to ever take that well.

Foreman was tired himself. It had already been late when he and Amber had gone out, and he'd had a full day of unsuccessful job interviews. Getting dressed in damp clothes and heading out into the rain, driving on slippery streets, and going home to an empty bed wasn't half as appealing as staying here. Foreman climbed into bed next to Amber, pressed his chest to her back, and let his eyes close.

Amber's sleep was shallow, floating around the border of unconsciousness. She stirred at the openning of her door, and came to when a new source of heat pressed against her back. "Mmmmm..." Who was this? She turned her head backwards and caught a glimpse of short, dark hair.

That's right. She'd come back home with Eric, the guy she'd met just this evening. She should actually be alarmed, falling asleep with a stranger in her home, no matter how amazing a connection they had. It was plain stupid of her. For all she knew, he wasn’t really Eric Foreman, or a doctor, or the proud seducer he’d presented himself as. She shouldn’t be this trusting. But the way she’d napped, without even thinking of what could go wrong, said a lot about safe she felt with him. And she didn’t think she was wrong. Eric climbing back into bed with her only confirmed that suspicion: if he was going to do anything, it’d have been while she was konked out.

All she knew was, she still felt fantastically good.

Amber smiled and stretched again, flexing her shoulders and limbs. She then circled around to face him, hugging his waist and drawing him nearer. “Don't fall asleep on me now, I'm not done with you. Or don't you want that reward?" Head still fuzzy from waking up, she kissed his cheek gently. It was damp and clean of the sweat she'd last seen him covered in.

Foreman loosened his arm around Amber enough that she'd have room to stretch. He opened his eyes again, watching as she turned around to face him. "Uh, who fell asleep on who?" he asked, laughing quietly. "I don't think you have the energy." Even though he still felt satisfied, he wouldn't mind if she wanted to try to coax something more out of him. That taunt, nearly a challenge, would probably encourage her more than enough. Foreman ran his fingers up her spine, light enough to see if she was ticklish, but mostly because he simply enjoyed touching her.

His heart was beating too fast. Not arousal, this time, or not only that. This was going fast. Far more than he'd usually allow himself to show on a first date. And this wasn't even a first date--a one-night stand, a hookup maybe. With the potential to be more, sure, but that didn't mean it was safe to feel this easy with her. Talking softly like this, meeting each other's eyes, close enough to share a breath or a kiss just by leaning forward...Foreman wasn't even sure he'd had this with Wendy. At least not at the end. She'd left him, accused him of being unable to get close like this. And here he was, knowing barely more than Amber's name, already getting involved.

Foreman rolled closer. Better, maybe, not to think about it yet. If she wanted to keep going, he was up for it. Or he would be. He kissed her, trying to ignore that it was gentle, exploratory--maybe too intimate.

Now that woke her up. "Is that a challenge?" Eric’s fingers running along her spine only furthered her alertness. "I don’t need one, I never break my promises.” She returned his kiss, slow and deep. This time they wouldn’t rush it, desperate to relieve their pressing needs. They could explore and savor each other. From his gentleness, she believed that’s what he wanted, too. It was like they were on the same page, reading the words together out loud.

Amber pulled away, making a slight wet sound as their mouths separated. She rubbed his lower lip with her thumb, grinning at him playfully. “Close your eyes, you’ll have more fun that way.” As much as she loved observation, she knew the value of surprise. And of sensory deprivation. This way, he’d be even more focused on what she was doing. Hooking a leg over to his other side, she lied on top of him, her elbows supporting her besides his head.

She started where she already was, kissing the side of his mouth, the dip beneath his lips, his jaw. She wanted to build this up carefully, pay him back for everything he’d done for her this evening. Most of all, she never wanted him to forget her, no matter what happened to them afterwards. She wanted him to remember this night with a fond smile.

As she kissed him, she spread her fingertips across his chest in a feather-light touch. She had an idea of what to do, and based on some of his earlier reactions, she thought he’d take more than well to it. But she couldn’t be a hundred percent sure, and in any case, it was better to get him relaxed, first. Though if he got as excited as quickly as he had earlier, “relaxed” wouldn’t be right word to describe him. She lowered her head, kissing his throat and collarbone as she made her way down.

The kiss only had the effect of relaxing him more. She was good. Or they were well-matched. She could go hard and fast--earlier, after all the teasing before they'd even gotten here, he'd needed that--but now she was showing she didn't mind changing the tone, either. He gave her an I'm watching you look, but he closed his eyes at her instruction. He might have anyway, but now, it was because she'd asked, and he'd try his best not to look. He spread his fingers where his hand was resting against her back and rubbed a little harder, following the smoothness of her skin to touch her shoulder blades, then follow her body down to her waist.

Kissing her was already more interesting, with only the sensation to guide him. Foreman traced Amber's mouth, lifting his head to stay close when she started to pull away. He grinned when she pushed him lightly, moving over him. "You know this isn't fair," he said, raising his eyebrows but keeping his eyes closed. "I know you look hot like that." He could call the image to mind easily. Her hair falling over her shoulders, her intent, interested expression, her breasts swaying as she moved. Foreman brought his hands around from her back to reach for her breasts, touching gently, wondering if she'd let him, or if he was supposed to keep his hands to himself the way she'd ordered when she was bringing herself off.

He could feel a warm tingling in his chest as she moved to kiss him in more places. The path she was following wasn't hard to figure out, and his heart skipped once before coming back more strongly. It was too soon for him to get hard at just the thought that she might suck him, but his cock stirred, giving it a valiant effort. Foreman hummed in the back of his throat, tipping his head back further, encouraging her. Focusing on everything she was doing, and held between falling asleep at the warm, easy kisses, and waking up all the more because he was beginning to find out exactly what Amber's promise meant.

Amber burst into an ear-to-ear grin at his compliment. "Flattery will get you anywhere, but you should know, you already have an all-access pass." He'd obeyed, closing his eyes, interest and curiosity written all over his face. There was a renewed tautness, too, a tightening in his pecs. She palmed them, both for his sake and for her own. Her goal was to get him off, but exploring him all over, it was what she wanted. With Eric beneath her and so willing, she started to spark up all over again with arousal.

Her breath hitched as he touched her, covering so much territory. Pity he wouldn’t be able to keep that up much longer, with her going out of reach. Amber lowered her head to his chest, kissing her way there. She purposefully rubbed her body against Eric's as she slithered downwards: her breasts slid across his torso, her thighs slipped over his legs. Yeah, that felt good. Her abdomen nestled against his privates, though, to her disappointment, he was still soft. It was probably just too soon after his last orgasm, but Amber still took it as a sign to take it up a notch. No way was she going to let him stay flaccid.

She pressed the tip of her tongue against his left nipple, round and oh so hot. She allowed herself a few licks, to taste his salt mixed with her own soap and feel out its bumped texture, before taking it between her teeth. Moving her jaw from side to side, she raked her lower teeth against his nipple, not hard, but not soft, either. Meanwhile, her hands felt up his sides, from his ribcage to his waist, firm and insistent. “How you like that?"

An all-access pass sounded like permission to Foreman. Blindly, he tried to find the same spots he'd covered earlier with his tongue. Even if he couldn't see her, any word or gasp she let out would tell him that he'd found the right location. Her breasts were warm and full, and he thumbed her nipples, finding them tight. The same anticipation filled him as Amber slid away from his reach, moving down his body. Even though he wasn't hard yet, he could feel the beginning of arousal moving through him. Amber's kisses were becoming more adventurous. Her lips were moist, her breath hot against his skin. Sweat broke out along his chest. The shower had been pointless after all, but if this was the reason, Foreman didn't care.

A second later, Amber reached his nipple. The first few licks had him breathing quickly, nodding even though she--probably--couldn't see it. Until her teeth scraped over him. With a hiss, Foreman drew in his breath, grunting at the flare of sensation that was a hint too sharp to be pleasure. He nearly flinched back, his hand moving up to find her cheek. Too much. Or so he'd thought. The longer she continued, giving him a chance to get used to it, the more he wanted.

"Good," he managed. Even though it had hurt at first, after her mild bite, he felt all the more sensitive. God, he wanted her to suck him like that--minus the teeth. He could already feel the stirrings of a second erection as her hands moved over him. He felt trapped, not because of her weight, which was hardly enough to pin him down, but simply because he hadn't considered how strongly she might be able to affect him. "I hope--I'll get to watch eventually," he added, his voice hitching. The sight of his cock moving in and out of her mouth, her lips pouting as she swallowed him as much as she could--it wasn't one he wanted to miss. The more he thought of it, the harder he got. Slowly, but it was happening.

Amber flicked a glance upwards to see what cues Eric was giving her. He was nodding, his eyes squeezed tight like whatever it was he was feeling, it was coming on strong. She returned her focus to his body, noting his shudder at her teeth. She couldn't tell if he wanted more, that harsh grunt contrasting with his good. Then again, with his dick's slight rise, perhaps she'd received a stamp of approval.

"Maybe later," Amber replied, her voice thick, tempted to say he already could. She sucked on his other nipple for longer than she'd intended, unable to pull away, before continuing her journey south, scraping the skin of his ribcage lightly with her front teeth. Her hair trailed over him all the way.

This time she paused over Eric’s abdomen, his cock nestling nicely between her breasts. She bet he'd liked that. Hell, she liked it, feeling his growing hardness with each breath she took, her nipples against his smooth thighs. She couldn’t resist heaving more heavily, his pubic hair scratching against her torso, just to better feel his burgeoning erection. Amber licked the sweat on his upper stomach with more than just the tip of her tongue, lazily going from down to up. God, she couldn’t get enough of his taste. She upped her pace, alternating her lapping with bites, fascinated with the way his muscles rippled in reaction.

Bending her head, she dipped her tongue into his bellybutton; his scent was stronger here. As she swirled her tongue round and round, she ran her hands from his sides down to his hips and then slid them over his ass, testing his response as she firmly kneaded his buttocks.

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