Emily's fingers tangled in my shirt as she pulled me into the room, her body pressing against mine with urgent need. The door slammed behind us—but not quite. A slight gap remained, the hinges protesting just enough to leave a crack, a sliver of space where the hallway light spilled in.
She pushed me onto the bed, her eyes dark with lust, her voice a breathless whisper. "Wait…" She grinned, wicked, teasing. "I'll be back soon."
I watched as she crossed to the wardrobe, her hips swaying, her ass bouncing with every step. She rummaged for a moment before disappearing into the attached bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.
When she emerged, my cock twitched violently beneath the thin fabric of my pajamas.
She was wearing—fuck—a black fishnet lingerie, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves, the cutouts over her nipples leaving them bare, hard, begging to be sucked. The front was sheer, the clean-shaven glisten of her pussy on full display, dripping already, aching for me.
