Taking a deep breath, Foreman let his head fall into the gap between Amber's shoulder and her neck. He could smell her sweat, and his, mixed with the sharper scent of sex. Answering Amber's soft voice, he turned just far enough to kiss her jaw, his beard scraping lightly over her skin. Good, yeah. Gradually, he became aware of his surroundings again, the cool air against his back, the details of the room that he hadn't really paid attention to since Amber had pulled him in and kissed him. He wondered absently if Kate urging them to go get settled in had really been a pass for the entire night, or if they'd been supposed to unpack, maybe change into more casual clothes, and come back down to join the family for more conversation. He hoped not. Supper had been okay, maybe better than he'd hoped, and he thought he'd made a good impression, but that didn't mean he wanted to spend the rest of his evening debating politics with Geoffrey.
When Amber shifted underneath him, Foreman pushed up immediately. He hadn't been paying attention, he'd been drifting on his own endorphins, and he'd probably been squishing her more than he'd meant to. Reaching down, he held the condom in place as he withdrew from her, making a low sound at the too-sensitive sensation in his dick. Looking around, he couldn't immediately find a place to dispose of the damn thing that wouldn't be terribly obvious. There was a little wicker basket that might've been meant for trash, but it didn't have a plastic liner, and Foreman had reservations about a condom being the only thing thrown out in the otherwise immaculate basket. He ended up wrapping the condom in a few tissues and hoping there'd be a chance to dispose of it a little more discreetly later.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he smiled down at Amber. He really didn't want to give up touching her, and if it was up to him, he'd spoon around her and fall asleep, but he doubted that relaxed attitude wouldn't fly with whatever protocol she had around staying in her parents' house. He reached out and rubbed his palm over her hip. "How're you doing?" he asked. He himself felt pretty mellow; if it had been Amber's intention to make him forget they were in the same house as most of her extended family, then she'd succeeded. Or, at the very least, he wasn't feeling as uptight as he had been. "Did you want to go back down? Maybe get a shower first?"
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When Amber shifted underneath him, Foreman pushed up immediately. He hadn't been paying attention, he'd been drifting on his own endorphins, and he'd probably been squishing her more than he'd meant to. Reaching down, he held the condom in place as he withdrew from her, making a low sound at the too-sensitive sensation in his dick. Looking around, he couldn't immediately find a place to dispose of the damn thing that wouldn't be terribly obvious. There was a little wicker basket that might've been meant for trash, but it didn't have a plastic liner, and Foreman had reservations about a condom being the only thing thrown out in the otherwise immaculate basket. He ended up wrapping the condom in a few tissues and hoping there'd be a chance to dispose of it a little more discreetly later.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he smiled down at Amber. He really didn't want to give up touching her, and if it was up to him, he'd spoon around her and fall asleep, but he doubted that relaxed attitude wouldn't fly with whatever protocol she had around staying in her parents' house. He reached out and rubbed his palm over her hip. "How're you doing?" he asked. He himself felt pretty mellow; if it had been Amber's intention to make him forget they were in the same house as most of her extended family, then she'd succeeded. Or, at the very least, he wasn't feeling as uptight as he had been. "Did you want to go back down? Maybe get a shower first?"