The longer Amber's insistent ministrations continued, the more awake and eager Foreman felt. Along with the growing pleasure of Amber rubbing against his dick, he was starting to grin with self-satisfaction, returning Amber's kisses with a soft, almost laughing, smugness. This was the last thing he'd expected, if he'd expected anything last night past relaxing with Amber. She hadn't kicked him out to make his own way home. She hadn't banished him from her bed. And now she was moaning, kissing him deeper, twining their tongues together, arching into his touch. Making excuses not to go to work. Foreman had a brief moment of compunction--he didn't want to walk into Diagnostics late, together, and clearly fresh from fucking--but when Amber kissed him hard and deep, the thought vanished. He caught her lower lip and sucked, hands on her shoulders grasping her tightly enough to keep her close. "Yeah," he said breathlessly when it ended. Yeah, fine. More than fine. He'd made the token objection; now all he wanted was full-steam ahead.
Or nearly. Now that Amber so clearly wanted him, Foreman couldn't help an amused thought: revenge. He'd been massaging her shoulders under her shirt, and he was starting to lift his hips to match her rhythm, but as long as they were going to be late, they might as well make it worth it. Slipping his hands out of Amber's shirt, Foreman palmed her ass briefly, groaning quietly at the increased pressure, and then he started exploring, as lightly as he could. Fingertips brushing her inner thighs, faint as feather strokes. Teasing, tingling. Bringing up his forefinger to trace a line along the damp cotton of her panties. If those weren't in the way, it would be so easy to slide his forefinger inside her, feel the tight slippery heat of her. Instead, Foreman taunted her through the material, brushing his finger back and forth, all while kissing her as deeply as she liked. His eyes squeezed shut, and he was already breathing quicker--fuck, Amber must be incredibly wet, for him to be able to feel it already--and the thought of using a finger, more than a finger, was turning him on so badly.
"Take your shirt off," he said, lifting his chin to break their deep kiss. His voice was dark and rough. Demanding. The room was dark but his eyes were adjusted, and there was enough grey light coming in through the window that he'd be able to see the silvered outline of Amber's body, and he wanted to. Amber was already on top, but Foreman could admit to himself that it'd be so fucking hot to see her rush to obey him...if she would.
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Or nearly. Now that Amber so clearly wanted him, Foreman couldn't help an amused thought: revenge. He'd been massaging her shoulders under her shirt, and he was starting to lift his hips to match her rhythm, but as long as they were going to be late, they might as well make it worth it. Slipping his hands out of Amber's shirt, Foreman palmed her ass briefly, groaning quietly at the increased pressure, and then he started exploring, as lightly as he could. Fingertips brushing her inner thighs, faint as feather strokes. Teasing, tingling. Bringing up his forefinger to trace a line along the damp cotton of her panties. If those weren't in the way, it would be so easy to slide his forefinger inside her, feel the tight slippery heat of her. Instead, Foreman taunted her through the material, brushing his finger back and forth, all while kissing her as deeply as she liked. His eyes squeezed shut, and he was already breathing quicker--fuck, Amber must be incredibly wet, for him to be able to feel it already--and the thought of using a finger, more than a finger, was turning him on so badly.
"Take your shirt off," he said, lifting his chin to break their deep kiss. His voice was dark and rough. Demanding. The room was dark but his eyes were adjusted, and there was enough grey light coming in through the window that he'd be able to see the silvered outline of Amber's body, and he wanted to. Amber was already on top, but Foreman could admit to himself that it'd be so fucking hot to see her rush to obey him...if she would.