Foreman groaned in the back of his throat as Amber held him tightly to her breast. The sound of his name, the catch in Amber's breathing as she lifted up towards him, aroused him like not even her touch could. With complete ease, he used his weight to keep Amber under him, where he could touch and kiss every part of her. He grinned brilliantly back at Amber, lifting his face long enough to see that she was enjoying herself, he hadn't overstepped the bounds by getting on top. Oh, yeah. Good. No sign that she was letting this happen--she wanted it, wanted it almost as much as he did, and Foreman drew his mouth over Amber's breast again, giving in to her implicit begging.
He didn't have anything in mind, but, with a low laugh, Foreman stopped himself from saying, Whatever you want. He hadn't thought that far ahead, but he wasn't going to give up the lead yet. Just having Amber pliant under his touch, interested in--not to put too fine a point on it--his input, made him remember that they hadn't always wrangled about control issues. The truth was, Foreman didn't know what triggered them for Amber. He had a general idea, but not the specifics. What made her stop him and push away and get defensive. Some things, he could do, like roll her over and loom over her; but not, he remembered from their time in the gym change room, grab her wrists. Suck and lick at her breasts--Amber would moan, push towards him, almost beg him to keep going for as long as he wanted, which was more than fine by him, but if he went down on her, Amber would freeze up, close off, leave him with his left hand and his hard-on. Maybe someday she'd let him, but Foreman didn't want to make their first time since the fight into a trial, or risk it ending wrong.
Pulling his arms out from under Amber's shoulders, Foreman started kissing below her breasts, sucking hard enough to bring blood to the surface of her skin. "Getting to know you," he said. She'd said that last night, hadn't she? That they couldn't trust each other until they got to know each other better. Foreman wasn't about to break the rules, but he was interested in how close he could get. He stroked his hand along Amber's thigh, then brought his hand up to her panties--oh God--the scent of her was heavy in the air, and he was so close--he'd fucking love to taste her, but he wouldn't. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties instead, and started stroking firmly. "Take these off," he suggested, words only slightly muffled by his random trail of kisses along the soft skin of Amber's stomach.
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He didn't have anything in mind, but, with a low laugh, Foreman stopped himself from saying, Whatever you want. He hadn't thought that far ahead, but he wasn't going to give up the lead yet. Just having Amber pliant under his touch, interested in--not to put too fine a point on it--his input, made him remember that they hadn't always wrangled about control issues. The truth was, Foreman didn't know what triggered them for Amber. He had a general idea, but not the specifics. What made her stop him and push away and get defensive. Some things, he could do, like roll her over and loom over her; but not, he remembered from their time in the gym change room, grab her wrists. Suck and lick at her breasts--Amber would moan, push towards him, almost beg him to keep going for as long as he wanted, which was more than fine by him, but if he went down on her, Amber would freeze up, close off, leave him with his left hand and his hard-on. Maybe someday she'd let him, but Foreman didn't want to make their first time since the fight into a trial, or risk it ending wrong.
Pulling his arms out from under Amber's shoulders, Foreman started kissing below her breasts, sucking hard enough to bring blood to the surface of her skin. "Getting to know you," he said. She'd said that last night, hadn't she? That they couldn't trust each other until they got to know each other better. Foreman wasn't about to break the rules, but he was interested in how close he could get. He stroked his hand along Amber's thigh, then brought his hand up to her panties--oh God--the scent of her was heavy in the air, and he was so close--he'd fucking love to taste her, but he wouldn't. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties instead, and started stroking firmly. "Take these off," he suggested, words only slightly muffled by his random trail of kisses along the soft skin of Amber's stomach.