Foreman couldn't help chuckling silently at Amber's mimed bite as he took off his shirt. He was even more eager to get his pants off when she sat up and leaned towards him, her nails scraping his waist lightly while he got his pants open. A moment later, though, she'd climbed out of bed herself. Foreman watched her as he got his pants off, and understood a second later. Condoms, of course. He'd have remembered in a moment, when he was fully hard and ready to slide into her. She was right, now was the better time to prepare. He didn't want to be scrambling through their bags at the last moment, breaking the moment, and the condoms he'd brought were tucked into his toiletries bag, probably buried at the very bottom of the stack.

Once they were back in bed, Foreman closed his eyes at the soft warmth of Amber's skin, pressed against his, from mouths to toes. Kissing her, deeper and more urgently now that he could touch all of her, Foreman smiled warmly at her 'big plans.' He slid his hand down her stomach to her mons, and then went back to the touching that had been interrupted by their clothes. Foreman pressed the heel of his hand against her clit in strong, flexing waves, while his middle finger sought out her entrance and moved inside with each push. God, Amber was wet now, slippery and so hot against his hand. Breathless, Foreman kept kissing her, the back of his mind charting the shivery progress of her hands over his body. The more he thought about the moment when he'd slide his cock inside her, feel Amber's tight heat stroking him, the harder he got. He rocked slow and hard against her hip and stomach, the rubbing pressure sending jolts of pleasure through his balls. "Plans?" he asked, anticipation and desire clenching low in his stomach. "What would those be, exactly?"