Amber's sudden closeness made Foreman' heart pound for an entirely new reason. Her eyes were dark, her lips parted, and Foreman was lifting his head into her kiss at the same moment that her mouth met his. Half-conscious of the need for silence, he kept his deep groan as quiet as possible when she dived into a kiss he could barely keep up with. Pleasure dizzied him as Amber swirled her tongue around his. His cock stiffened, from the friction of Amber's hips and the echoing knowledge of exactly what Amber's mouth felt like when she was this determined, this desperate. His arm was trapped between their bodies, his hand still caught inside Amber's skirt and panties. She rocked her hips against his hand, but he couldn't move enough to keep up the circling, exploratory touching he'd been managing before. Inside his clothes, he was starting to sweat, and his shirt was probably already a lost battle; it had to be wrinkled beyond all any hope but a steam press. Foreman didn't care. Amber was sneaking her hands up under his shirt, and the smoothness of her palms over his stomach, up to his chest, mattered more than the damn shirt. He just wanted out of his suit, damn it.
He'd have to stop touching her in order to touch her the way he wanted. A full press, skin on skin, weight and heat adding to his desire. Foreman worked his left hand out from Amber's skirt and let it join his right on her back. Holding her close, he rolled over, slowly and carefully. There was one warning creak from the bed, but once Amber was lying in the sheets he'd warmed with his body, Foreman sat up on his knees and got his clothes off as fast as possible. The suit jacket he tossed over the desk; he might want to wear it again without visiting a dry-cleaners. The shirt, he nearly tore off, and dropped it on the floor beside the bed with Amber's blouse. He made quick work of his belt buckle, tugging it open and unzipping his pants, shoving them down his legs. As much as he hated to leave Amber even for a moment, he had to stand up to get rid of them completely.
Grinning, Foreman leaned back over Amber slowly. He was half-hard, his cock extending in a thick curve away from his balls, but not yet erect. With one hand on the bed beside Amber's shoulder, Foreman bent down to kiss her, deep and strong. Still kissing her, his blood coursing with excitement, he lowered himself to the bed, until he was pressed half on top of her, her breasts finally pushed against his bare chest, their legs interlocking. Foreman rocked against her gently, kissing her face and throat, before moving back to her lips. "I had a feeling you were thinking about having your way with me," he said quietly, rubbing against her suggestively. "Wanna do something about that?"
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He'd have to stop touching her in order to touch her the way he wanted. A full press, skin on skin, weight and heat adding to his desire. Foreman worked his left hand out from Amber's skirt and let it join his right on her back. Holding her close, he rolled over, slowly and carefully. There was one warning creak from the bed, but once Amber was lying in the sheets he'd warmed with his body, Foreman sat up on his knees and got his clothes off as fast as possible. The suit jacket he tossed over the desk; he might want to wear it again without visiting a dry-cleaners. The shirt, he nearly tore off, and dropped it on the floor beside the bed with Amber's blouse. He made quick work of his belt buckle, tugging it open and unzipping his pants, shoving them down his legs. As much as he hated to leave Amber even for a moment, he had to stand up to get rid of them completely.
Grinning, Foreman leaned back over Amber slowly. He was half-hard, his cock extending in a thick curve away from his balls, but not yet erect. With one hand on the bed beside Amber's shoulder, Foreman bent down to kiss her, deep and strong. Still kissing her, his blood coursing with excitement, he lowered himself to the bed, until he was pressed half on top of her, her breasts finally pushed against his bare chest, their legs interlocking. Foreman rocked against her gently, kissing her face and throat, before moving back to her lips. "I had a feeling you were thinking about having your way with me," he said quietly, rubbing against her suggestively. "Wanna do something about that?"