Amber sat up immediately, her lithe body extending as she tore her shirt over her head. Foreman all but stopped breathing. So gorgeous. Not just at the sight of her, the soft line of her stomach and the curve of her breasts, and the way a tendril of hair fell across her face as she stared at him provocatively, challenging him, but at the way she'd done what he'd asked.
"Yeah." Foreman gripped her thighs and urged her closer, even as she stretched to the side of the bed to bring out a handful of condoms--Jesus, was she planning on holding him captive in her bed all day? Even that thought didn't so much as give him pause. When Amber moulded his palms against her breasts, Foreman was already sitting up, tensing his abs so that he could kiss Amber's collarbone at the same time that his hands tightened. Massaging her breasts, hands firm, he scraped his beard over her skin, not bothering anymore with the tease. His teeth were sharp, his tongue hot and insistent, and the more he kissed her, the more his dick strained against the front of his boxers. The throb of excitement low in his stomach was becoming difficult to ignore--he wanted her hands, squeezing him through the cotton; her mouth, poised to taunt him.
Not yet. Not when, for the first time in what felt like too long, he'd seen Amber act freely on his desire instead of hers. "As a matter of fact," he said, as conversationally as he could manage despite the arousal-heavy huskiness in his voice, "I was hoping for a lot more than that." Before she could ask what that meant, Foreman slipped his hands around to her back, supporting her shoulders, as he rolled over her. Lying between her hips, he pushed his erection against her stomach. His forearms were trapped underneath her back, keeping him as close as possible. Foreman glanced into her face before he bent to take her right nipple in his mouth, giving over all his attention to sucking it before he caught it, gently, between his teeth. "'S okay?" he muttered against her sternum, as he pushed against her again, and traced a path of kisses across to her other breast.
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"Yeah." Foreman gripped her thighs and urged her closer, even as she stretched to the side of the bed to bring out a handful of condoms--Jesus, was she planning on holding him captive in her bed all day? Even that thought didn't so much as give him pause. When Amber moulded his palms against her breasts, Foreman was already sitting up, tensing his abs so that he could kiss Amber's collarbone at the same time that his hands tightened. Massaging her breasts, hands firm, he scraped his beard over her skin, not bothering anymore with the tease. His teeth were sharp, his tongue hot and insistent, and the more he kissed her, the more his dick strained against the front of his boxers. The throb of excitement low in his stomach was becoming difficult to ignore--he wanted her hands, squeezing him through the cotton; her mouth, poised to taunt him.
Not yet. Not when, for the first time in what felt like too long, he'd seen Amber act freely on his desire instead of hers. "As a matter of fact," he said, as conversationally as he could manage despite the arousal-heavy huskiness in his voice, "I was hoping for a lot more than that." Before she could ask what that meant, Foreman slipped his hands around to her back, supporting her shoulders, as he rolled over her. Lying between her hips, he pushed his erection against her stomach. His forearms were trapped underneath her back, keeping him as close as possible. Foreman glanced into her face before he bent to take her right nipple in his mouth, giving over all his attention to sucking it before he caught it, gently, between his teeth. "'S okay?" he muttered against her sternum, as he pushed against her again, and traced a path of kisses across to her other breast.