There wasn't room in Foreman's mind for anything except Amber, now. He closed his eyes and kissed her as if he could taste all her desire, all her love for him, from the movement of her lips alone. He loved echoing her, kissing the way she'd kissed him first, and then teasing her into following his lead in return. Amber liked fast and deep, but Foreman couldn't help his own need for slow, drawn-out kisses that lasted, that felt like they went on for hours between one breath and the next. Amber pulled him closer, and Foreman went eagerly. God, he was getting closer. If she'd just touch him--
She did. Foreman grunted, breathing heavily. Amber's grip was firm on his erection, her thumb rubbing circling pressure just at the base. "If...you say so," he managed. He pulled his hand away from her and joined it with hers on his cock. With their fingers intertwined, he guided her, pulling firmly on the upstroke, loosening on the down. Pleasure flared hot and immediate, and Foreman panted more heavily. Amber's hand was warm and smooth, and just the idea that they were doing this together was hot enough to make him even harder. Foreman quickened their strokes as he kissed Amber again. He was so turned on, it was easy to deepen the kiss, to demand more and faster. So they were in her parents' house--so what? They were adults, they were in Amber's room, and Jesus, he wanted to be inside her, now.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, Amber, now." The condom was somewhere on the bed. Foreman fumbled for it, found it by the crinkle of the wrapping, and managed to get it open. Kissing her, he pressed it into her hand. It was exciting to watch Amber roll the latex over him, because of just how incredibly gorgeous she looked when she was taking control--of him, of the situation, of her own pleasure. Foreman knew she liked it to, using the opportunity to push him into whatever position she wanted, and this was definitely one decision he was happy to leave to her discretion.
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She did. Foreman grunted, breathing heavily. Amber's grip was firm on his erection, her thumb rubbing circling pressure just at the base. "If...you say so," he managed. He pulled his hand away from her and joined it with hers on his cock. With their fingers intertwined, he guided her, pulling firmly on the upstroke, loosening on the down. Pleasure flared hot and immediate, and Foreman panted more heavily. Amber's hand was warm and smooth, and just the idea that they were doing this together was hot enough to make him even harder. Foreman quickened their strokes as he kissed Amber again. He was so turned on, it was easy to deepen the kiss, to demand more and faster. So they were in her parents' house--so what? They were adults, they were in Amber's room, and Jesus, he wanted to be inside her, now.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, Amber, now." The condom was somewhere on the bed. Foreman fumbled for it, found it by the crinkle of the wrapping, and managed to get it open. Kissing her, he pressed it into her hand. It was exciting to watch Amber roll the latex over him, because of just how incredibly gorgeous she looked when she was taking control--of him, of the situation, of her own pleasure. Foreman knew she liked it to, using the opportunity to push him into whatever position she wanted, and this was definitely one decision he was happy to leave to her discretion.