Foreman let out a low sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt as Amber abruptly rolled over. With half his mind, all that was online at this hour, he figured that was it, she was pushing him off, except a second later Amber had him spread-eagled, her slim weight holding him down. Foreman blinked, trying to see her properly in the room's darkness. Amber was barely more than a shadow, but the sudden press of her lips was unmistakeable. Foreman inhaled sharply. The roll of her hips against his, and another kiss, were all conspiring to spur on his arousal. "Amber..." He managed to kiss her back, this time. She was all over him, pressing light kisses against his jaw, undulating against him. Oh, God. He hummed in the back of his throat, lifting his head off the pillow to answer another kiss. Physically, the languid, sleepy desire was spreading through his body, already hot from their shared warmth, speeding his heart. At the same time, he couldn't quite orient himself or shake off the last of his sleepiness.

Without thinking, Foreman stroked his hands down Amber's back, his palms broad and hot, holding her close. Her shirt was light and brief, and past that, there was only the thin barrier of her panties and his shorts between them. His dick already felt heavy, more than happy with the friction and the lingering effect of his dream. His hands were under her shirt now, fingertips moving along her spine, and Foreman couldn't remember when that had happened. No bra. Jesus, he wanted to grab her ass, yank her against him, feel more. He kissed her again, trying to capture her mouth for longer than Amber's quick, darting attention would allow.

He finally wrenched his attention away from Amber for long enough to take in the time. Just after 6:30. Weekday. Work. "You, uh--" Another kiss. "Mmn--Amber--we have to get up...?" Hard to even ask the question. You sure? After being being told to cool his heels so often, Amber's sudden rush left him barely able to keep up.