Amber's voice, more than her words, made Foreman squeeze his eyes shut and moan. What she was saying--your dick in me, I'm so wet--it was hot as hell, but it was her satiated, purring tone that hit Foreman like a truck. Lips slack, breath harsh and quick, he couldn't maintain the deep kiss that Amber pulled him into. He had no idea in hell how she managed to work him up like this, when all he'd had was his own thrusts between their bodies and the grip of his hand. Now that she had her legs wrapped around him, holding him tight and close, Foreman only wanted to be inside her. You know it'd be good... "Yeah--"
He didn't have time to finish whatever sentence he'd been about to say. Amber pinched his nipple, and the bright, sharp spark surged through his body. Foreman grunted, an explosion of air left his lips, and he pushed, hard, the fire reaching the base of his dick and driving him out of his mind with need. "Oh, fuck--" He couldn't even take in Amber offering him his choice, whatever he wanted; he only wanted one thing, and fast.
Condoms. He had to sit up again to grab one, concentrate long enough not to rip the condom along with the foil, and roll the latex to the base of his cock. The break in the rhythm, and the fiddly details of getting the condom on, gave Foreman time to get his breathing under control and meet Amber's eyes. Daylight was definitely starting to creep into the room. Foreman bent down and kissed Amber, slow and light, for a long second before he settled between her legs again. She was so wet, and, with one hand on his cock, Foreman moved inside her, firm but not fast.
This. This moment. The first instant he was inside, when he could feel the squeeze and tremble of Amber's muscles, feel her heat joined with his. God, she felt so good. Pleasure, building, gripped him, and Foreman's eyes fell shut, but he opened them again, already moving in measured strokes. "Amber, oh honey..." He bent for another quick kiss, trying to show how amazing she was, how much she made him feel. He couldn't sustain the kiss, but he shifted his weight on his elbows and then started thrusting at a new angle, deeper. Still not fast, not out of control; meeting Amber's eyes when he could, and giving in to whatever his body needed.
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He didn't have time to finish whatever sentence he'd been about to say. Amber pinched his nipple, and the bright, sharp spark surged through his body. Foreman grunted, an explosion of air left his lips, and he pushed, hard, the fire reaching the base of his dick and driving him out of his mind with need. "Oh, fuck--" He couldn't even take in Amber offering him his choice, whatever he wanted; he only wanted one thing, and fast.
Condoms. He had to sit up again to grab one, concentrate long enough not to rip the condom along with the foil, and roll the latex to the base of his cock. The break in the rhythm, and the fiddly details of getting the condom on, gave Foreman time to get his breathing under control and meet Amber's eyes. Daylight was definitely starting to creep into the room. Foreman bent down and kissed Amber, slow and light, for a long second before he settled between her legs again. She was so wet, and, with one hand on his cock, Foreman moved inside her, firm but not fast.
This. This moment. The first instant he was inside, when he could feel the squeeze and tremble of Amber's muscles, feel her heat joined with his. God, she felt so good. Pleasure, building, gripped him, and Foreman's eyes fell shut, but he opened them again, already moving in measured strokes. "Amber, oh honey..." He bent for another quick kiss, trying to show how amazing she was, how much she made him feel. He couldn't sustain the kiss, but he shifted his weight on his elbows and then started thrusting at a new angle, deeper. Still not fast, not out of control; meeting Amber's eyes when he could, and giving in to whatever his body needed.