Foreman kissed Amber with single-minded determination. It wasn't only fairness that drove him. Her eagerness communicated itself easily, and there was always an undercurrent of challenge that made him want to do everything in his power to bring her pleasure. Amber's kisses deepened, and Foreman tasted her tongue, the inside of her bottom lip. His hands were busy on her body, stroking soft warm skin, pausing to rub the muscles where tension accumulated. Amber's soft gasps and light, quick breathing raised a shiver of anticipation for him, even though physically he was more than satisfied. There was something deeply satisfying about drawing sounds out of her, seeing her eyebrows raise and lips part as she responded to his touch.
He grinned when Amber leaned back against the dresser. Considering she'd sucked him off instead of letting him fuck her when he'd first offered, he didn't know what had changed, but Amber's desire was clear in her eyes, and the lithe position of her body as she reached up to squeeze her nipple. Foreman ran a palm up her stomach to her breast and took over, pinching her nipple just short of painful, knowing she liked the stronger sensation when she was building up to her orgasm. His gaze travelled down her body, marvelling over again at the length of her legs, the curve of her hips and breasts. Foreman settled himself between her legs, allowing the dresser and his body to support her, so that she was only lightly poised on her toes. It would keep her dependent on him for her balance, and Foreman liked that occasional sense of control, slight though it was.
With one hand, he massaged her breast, trapping her nipple between his fingers where he could roll it over and over again. With the other, he found her inner thigh, and worked his way up. It wasn't long before he could feel the damp heat between her legs, and his smile widened despite himself. She was so wet, he didn't even hesitate before sliding one finger inside her. The were ticking away, and at this stage, Amber wouldn't brook any hesitation. He fucked her slowly but firmly, watching her eyes for the sign that he should add another finger, and speed his pace. That wouldn't take long. She was tight and so hot against his hand, and Foreman thrust in firmly, his hips unconsciously echoing the movement of his hand. His thumb rested lightly on Amber's clit, circling softly, since she was often too sensitive there for the stronger touch he used to fuck her, stronger and faster as she opened easily to him.
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He grinned when Amber leaned back against the dresser. Considering she'd sucked him off instead of letting him fuck her when he'd first offered, he didn't know what had changed, but Amber's desire was clear in her eyes, and the lithe position of her body as she reached up to squeeze her nipple. Foreman ran a palm up her stomach to her breast and took over, pinching her nipple just short of painful, knowing she liked the stronger sensation when she was building up to her orgasm. His gaze travelled down her body, marvelling over again at the length of her legs, the curve of her hips and breasts. Foreman settled himself between her legs, allowing the dresser and his body to support her, so that she was only lightly poised on her toes. It would keep her dependent on him for her balance, and Foreman liked that occasional sense of control, slight though it was.
With one hand, he massaged her breast, trapping her nipple between his fingers where he could roll it over and over again. With the other, he found her inner thigh, and worked his way up. It wasn't long before he could feel the damp heat between her legs, and his smile widened despite himself. She was so wet, he didn't even hesitate before sliding one finger inside her. The were ticking away, and at this stage, Amber wouldn't brook any hesitation. He fucked her slowly but firmly, watching her eyes for the sign that he should add another finger, and speed his pace. That wouldn't take long. She was tight and so hot against his hand, and Foreman thrust in firmly, his hips unconsciously echoing the movement of his hand. His thumb rested lightly on Amber's clit, circling softly, since she was often too sensitive there for the stronger touch he used to fuck her, stronger and faster as she opened easily to him.