God, the way Amber was listening to him shouldn't be nearly this hot. A brief thought flashed across Foreman's mind--that he was using her willingness now to make up for her refusal to acknowledge her part in their fight, not to mention for last night, when she'd only agreed to be with him on her terms. But she wanted him, he wasn't inventing that. He wasn't forcing anything. And how often would their desires overlap this way? Amber's movements were abrupt and eager as she wriggled out of her panties. And there was something all the more titillating about the fact that he was still wearing his boxers while she was naked for him. If that worked for him, if it sent a surge of arousal through him and left him even stiffer than he had been, then that was a good thing, it only showed they were good together.
With a smile, Foreman closed his mouth around Amber's finger and sucked gently, meeting her eyes now that there was enough light in the room to see her properly. His tongue swirled around her knuckle, and then he pulled back. "Mmn-hmm, I want you," he murmured. "Always want you." Sitting up on his knees, he worked his shorts off his hips and threw them over the side of the bed. It wasn't really about holding back, keeping this on his timeline; he'd have to get naked eventually. The air was a little cool, but that felt all the better against his skin. So fucking hot, seeing Amber waiting for him, knowing she wanted him to go down on her when she'd stopped him before. Foreman's shoulders bunched as he propped himself up just right, and he lowered his mouth to her vulva.
Just because he wanted Amber on his own terms didn't mean he hadn't forgotten how she wanted this. Light flicks, and then, deeper touches lower down. The scent of her filled Foreman's nostrils, and he enjoyed the taste of her, rubbing the tip of his tongue inside her vagina. He couldn't help his groan, or shifting more to his right side so that he could run his hand down to stroke his cock. Pleasure rocked him, reminding him how much he wanted her. His breath exploded out, even as he concentrated on finding all the places that Amber wanted to feel him. Panting harshly, he couldn't help speaking, whenever he needed to breathe. "God, Amber. Want you so much--" He sucked a bit harder before remembering himself and pulling back. "Want to make you come, baby."
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With a smile, Foreman closed his mouth around Amber's finger and sucked gently, meeting her eyes now that there was enough light in the room to see her properly. His tongue swirled around her knuckle, and then he pulled back. "Mmn-hmm, I want you," he murmured. "Always want you." Sitting up on his knees, he worked his shorts off his hips and threw them over the side of the bed. It wasn't really about holding back, keeping this on his timeline; he'd have to get naked eventually. The air was a little cool, but that felt all the better against his skin. So fucking hot, seeing Amber waiting for him, knowing she wanted him to go down on her when she'd stopped him before. Foreman's shoulders bunched as he propped himself up just right, and he lowered his mouth to her vulva.
Just because he wanted Amber on his own terms didn't mean he hadn't forgotten how she wanted this. Light flicks, and then, deeper touches lower down. The scent of her filled Foreman's nostrils, and he enjoyed the taste of her, rubbing the tip of his tongue inside her vagina. He couldn't help his groan, or shifting more to his right side so that he could run his hand down to stroke his cock. Pleasure rocked him, reminding him how much he wanted her. His breath exploded out, even as he concentrated on finding all the places that Amber wanted to feel him. Panting harshly, he couldn't help speaking, whenever he needed to breathe. "God, Amber. Want you so much--" He sucked a bit harder before remembering himself and pulling back. "Want to make you come, baby."