Foreman chuckled softly at her joke, but it did serve to remind him that they couldn't dawdle forever, much as he might like to. Times like this, he'd give anything just to stay with her, holding her, but it wasn't the first time they'd fucked on someone else's schedule. Taking a few extra minutes before driving to work was a satisfying fuck you to House, although Amber didn't let him get away with that very often. Other times, when they'd gone home thinking they'd have plenty of time to relax, they'd been paged back to the hospital at the most inconvenient moment when their patient's condition deteriorated. When he'd been hard, aroused, so close to his orgasm he couldn't think, he hadn't cared about all the people waiting on them. Now, as he relaxed, it felt a bit more urgent.
Not so urgent that he wanted to give up the kisses that were slowly bringing him down from the plateau he'd reached, completely sated. He massaged Amber's ass, tasted her kisses and responded to them in complete contentment. He pulled back with a grin when Amber asked for more. "I don't know," he said. "Gloating's a tempting option."
Foreman didn't let his guard down easily. Even with a lot of women he dated, and a lot of friends, for that matter, he kept up his serious demeanour. It wasn't really worth it to play and joke, even in private, because he knew he'd be uncomfortable with keeping up the same level of intimacy in public. And too often people had told him to lighten up, as if his seriousness was just a sham, or a facade, when really, it was how he felt most himself. That didn't mean he hadn't found a few people who could take him on his own terms, joke with him when he felt like it and not try to break through his no-nonsense exterior when he'd rather stay thoughtful. Even when he teased, he didn't let it last too long, outside a deliberate prank--the kind he usually only indulged in to prove a point. Letting his grin soften, Foreman kissed Amber again, with deep intensity, and when she rolled her hips against him the next time, he pulled her close against his hipbone, letting her feel the friction and pressure. He'd like to have avoided more stares when they went downstairs, but she was right; it was only fair that he give her something in exchange. "What do you want?" he murmured against her ear, soft, sincere, and determined.
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Not so urgent that he wanted to give up the kisses that were slowly bringing him down from the plateau he'd reached, completely sated. He massaged Amber's ass, tasted her kisses and responded to them in complete contentment. He pulled back with a grin when Amber asked for more. "I don't know," he said. "Gloating's a tempting option."
Foreman didn't let his guard down easily. Even with a lot of women he dated, and a lot of friends, for that matter, he kept up his serious demeanour. It wasn't really worth it to play and joke, even in private, because he knew he'd be uncomfortable with keeping up the same level of intimacy in public. And too often people had told him to lighten up, as if his seriousness was just a sham, or a facade, when really, it was how he felt most himself. That didn't mean he hadn't found a few people who could take him on his own terms, joke with him when he felt like it and not try to break through his no-nonsense exterior when he'd rather stay thoughtful. Even when he teased, he didn't let it last too long, outside a deliberate prank--the kind he usually only indulged in to prove a point. Letting his grin soften, Foreman kissed Amber again, with deep intensity, and when she rolled her hips against him the next time, he pulled her close against his hipbone, letting her feel the friction and pressure. He'd like to have avoided more stares when they went downstairs, but she was right; it was only fair that he give her something in exchange. "What do you want?" he murmured against her ear, soft, sincere, and determined.