Heart pounding a firm, steady rhythm, Foreman forced his breathing to stay even as he watched Amber. The most beautiful thing about her had always been her determination, her confidence, and right now was no exception. It blended with his anticipation, the strong rise of desire spreading through his body. Amber's eyes closed briefly as he touched her cheek, but then she turned back to his body. Her hands massaged the back of his thighs and his ass as she lingered over kissing his hipbone, the cut of muscle at the base of his abdomen.
Foreman widened his stance, making sure his knees weren't locked and he was steady on his feet, able to take the teasing that he knew was coming. "Yeah," he answered, distracted, but the last thing he was thinking about was the football game. He doubted Amber wanted a play by play, and even less for him to mention her father and brothers while she was--oh, Christ--taking his balls into her mouth, her warm, soft tongue moving along the sensitive skin. Foreman sucked back a gulp of air, and leaned forward to take some of his weight on the dresser behind her. "Oh, fuck. Amber--"
He didn't want to hold back. Right now, the energy coursing along his nerves begged him to show her everything. Wide-eyed, Foreman stared down at her, his mouth open over his rushing breath. Amber was watching him back, her eyes dark and daring him to react. His erection brushed against her cheek, the cool touch of her wet hair a shivering contrast to the heat of her mouth. It would be easy to close his eyes, to give in to whatever she wanted to do to him.
Foreman didn't want it to be easy. Since she'd tied him down, or even earlier, when it became clear that he wasn't the one calling the shots, Foreman had been fighting between giving in--which was very, very good--or showing Amber that he didn't always just lie back and take it. He knew she liked the struggle as much, if not more, than getting what she wanted. As long as she got what she wanted in the end. Her hot stare pricked him to do more than just allow her to tease him to within an inch of his life. "Love your mouth, baby," he whispered, keeping eye contact as steadily as he could. She'd already kissed him slowly, taken his lead. He doubted she'd stay at that pace for long, no matter how much she wanted to make him ache for her. "I want you, want you to suck me slow..."
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Foreman widened his stance, making sure his knees weren't locked and he was steady on his feet, able to take the teasing that he knew was coming. "Yeah," he answered, distracted, but the last thing he was thinking about was the football game. He doubted Amber wanted a play by play, and even less for him to mention her father and brothers while she was--oh, Christ--taking his balls into her mouth, her warm, soft tongue moving along the sensitive skin. Foreman sucked back a gulp of air, and leaned forward to take some of his weight on the dresser behind her. "Oh, fuck. Amber--"
He didn't want to hold back. Right now, the energy coursing along his nerves begged him to show her everything. Wide-eyed, Foreman stared down at her, his mouth open over his rushing breath. Amber was watching him back, her eyes dark and daring him to react. His erection brushed against her cheek, the cool touch of her wet hair a shivering contrast to the heat of her mouth. It would be easy to close his eyes, to give in to whatever she wanted to do to him.
Foreman didn't want it to be easy. Since she'd tied him down, or even earlier, when it became clear that he wasn't the one calling the shots, Foreman had been fighting between giving in--which was very, very good--or showing Amber that he didn't always just lie back and take it. He knew she liked the struggle as much, if not more, than getting what she wanted. As long as she got what she wanted in the end. Her hot stare pricked him to do more than just allow her to tease him to within an inch of his life. "Love your mouth, baby," he whispered, keeping eye contact as steadily as he could. She'd already kissed him slowly, taken his lead. He doubted she'd stay at that pace for long, no matter how much she wanted to make him ache for her. "I want you, want you to suck me slow..."