As Amber lifted off him for a moment, Foreman was able to push back and get his body more or less entirely on the bed, without worrying that any over-ambitious move would send them tumbling to the floor with a thud that would be sure to set the Volakis' tongues wagging. The mattress squeaked quietly, but Foreman didn't notice. Amber's skin was warm, and he grinned up at her as she ordered him to take her shirt off. She hated it when he teased at this point in the proceedings. There were times--when he took her nipples between his teeth and circling them with his tongue, or occasionally, when he'd eased her in to the idea, going down on her, drawing his tongue along her labia--those were the moments to draw out the movement to as slow and excrutiating as he could make it. But once Amber had decided that she'd rather be naked, no delays were tolerated. Foreman slid his hands out of her shirt and started working on the buttons.
He looked up and met Amber's eyes as he opened her blouse, hands massaging firmly along her shoulders and down her arms as he pushed it off. He wished he could be as fully involved in the moment as she seemed to be. As gorgeous as she looked sitting over him in her rucked-up skirt and bra, Foreman couldn't forget exactly where they were. By now, he'd gone past the point of objecting, so he concentrated on rubbing Amber's nipples through the lace of her bra. "What do you want?" he asked, low and husky. His grin should show her that there were no guarantees that he'd deliver, but listening to Amber order him around was hot whether he gave in or not. He loved the nonchalant way she expected nothing but obedience from him. Foreman loved giving Amber everything she needed, but it also made things that much spicier when he taunted her by saying no.
Foreman swallowed, eyes darting to his hands against the white lace of Amber's bra. He was touching her lightly, palming her stomach and then moving back up to her breasts, finding her nipples again and again, using the friction of the scratchy lace to lend some roughness to his touch. Seeing her enjoy herself, reacting mindlessly to his touch, might finally tip him past an awareness of where they were.
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He looked up and met Amber's eyes as he opened her blouse, hands massaging firmly along her shoulders and down her arms as he pushed it off. He wished he could be as fully involved in the moment as she seemed to be. As gorgeous as she looked sitting over him in her rucked-up skirt and bra, Foreman couldn't forget exactly where they were. By now, he'd gone past the point of objecting, so he concentrated on rubbing Amber's nipples through the lace of her bra. "What do you want?" he asked, low and husky. His grin should show her that there were no guarantees that he'd deliver, but listening to Amber order him around was hot whether he gave in or not. He loved the nonchalant way she expected nothing but obedience from him. Foreman loved giving Amber everything she needed, but it also made things that much spicier when he taunted her by saying no.
Foreman swallowed, eyes darting to his hands against the white lace of Amber's bra. He was touching her lightly, palming her stomach and then moving back up to her breasts, finding her nipples again and again, using the friction of the scratchy lace to lend some roughness to his touch. Seeing her enjoy herself, reacting mindlessly to his touch, might finally tip him past an awareness of where they were.