Emily's mouth tastes like freedom, sweet, reckless, and utterly intoxicating. We stumble against her front door, our bodies pressed together in the darkness while she fumbles blindly with her keys. The metallic jingle punctuates our ragged breathing as her fingers struggle with the lock.
I pull back slightly, a breathless laugh escaping me. "Here, let me…"
But Emily isn't interested in practicalities. She captures my lips again, cutting off my offer with a hungry kiss that sends heat spiraling through my core. Her free hand slides up my neck, fingers threading through my hair to hold me against her mouth while she continues her one-handed battle with the door.
The keys clatter to the ground.
"Damn it," she whispers against my lips, not sounding particularly bothered.
I reach down to retrieve them, but she takes advantage of my bent position, pressing her body against my back, her lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear. A shiver races down my spine as her teeth graze my skin.
"We should probably get inside," I murmur, though my body is perfectly content to stay right here, pinned between Emily and her front door for the rest of eternity.
"Probably," she agrees, making no move to take the keys from my outstretched hand.
With a soft chuckle, I finally grab the keys from the ground and straighten up, Emily's body still pressed warmly against mine. Her breath tickles my neck as I fumble with the lock, my hands suddenly clumsy with desire.
"Got it," I whisper as the lock finally clicks. I push the door open, eager to get Emily inside where we can properly continue what we've started.
The door swings wide, and the hallway light flicks on, illuminating Holly standing directly in our path. Her arms are tightly folded across her chest, one eyebrow raised in obvious disapproval. Her foot taps rhythmically against the hardwood floor, creating a steady beat that perfectly accompanies her irritated expression.
My face instantly burns hot as a furnace. I take an involuntary step back, nearly colliding with Emily, who's still pressed against my back.
"Jesus Christ," Holly says, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Could you two possibly be any louder? Some of us have exams tomorrow."
Emily steps around me, smoothing down her disheveled dress with practiced dignity. "Holly, sweetheart, we didn't realize you were still awake."
"Clearly," Holly says, her eyes flicking between us. Her gaze lingers on my rumpled shirt and the obvious flush I can feel spreading across my cheeks and down my neck. "The neighbors probably think we're being robbed with all that rattling and banging at the door."
"Sorry," I manage to mutter, shoving my hands in my pockets and staring intently at a particularly fascinating spot on the floor.
Holly sighs dramatically. "Whatever. Just try to keep it down with your... activities." She turns to leave but pauses, glancing back over her shoulder. "By the way, Dan, you have lipstick all over your face. It's not a great look."
I raise my hand to my mouth automatically, feeling the sticky residue of Emily's crimson lipstick smeared across my lips and probably my chin too.
Emily catches my hand before I can fully wipe my mouth, gently pulling it away from my face. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she leans in close.
"Leave it," she whispers, her voice honey-sweet against my ear. "I like seeing you marked with my colors."
Heat rushes to my face, and not just from embarrassment. There's something possessive in her tone that makes my heart race, especially after our conversation in the car about reclaiming and marking territory.
"Goodnight, Holly," Emily says firmly, her fingers intertwining with mine as she leads me past her daughter and down the hallway. "Sleep well."
Behind us, Holly lets out an exaggerated sigh that could probably be heard three houses away. "Whatever. Just try not to break the headboard. Some of us need actual sleep."
I don't dare look back, focusing instead on the gentle pressure of Emily's hand in mine, the sway of her hips as she guides me toward the sanctuary of her bedroom. The door clicks shut behind us, and Emily immediately turns the lock with deliberate precision.
The second we're alone, something shifts in the air between us. Emily's eyes darken as she turns to face me, all pretense of patience evaporating like morning dew. She's on me before I can take a breath, her mouth claiming mine with fierce hunger. The taste of her lipstick mingles with the mint from earlier as her tongue slides against mine.
My back hits the door with enough force to rattle the frame. Emily's hands are everywhere at once, in my hair, under my shirt, working at my belt buckle with frantic determination. I respond in kind, my fingers finding the zipper of her dress and yanking it down with more urgency than finesse.
"Need you," she gasps against my mouth, her voice raw with desire. "Need to feel you inside me right now."
The dress pools at her feet, revealing black lace underwear that makes my mouth go dry. My pants and underwear follow. She's still wearing her heels, the height difference bringing her lips perfectly level with mine. I lift her, hands gripping her thighs as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her back arches as I carry her to the bed, my lips never leaving hers.
I lay Emily gently on the bed, her white hair fanning out across the dark sheets like moonlight on water. Her eyes never leave mine as she settles back, one hand reaching to unclasp her bra while the other slides down her stomach. The black lace falls away, revealing her perfect breasts, nipples already hard and waiting for my touch.
"Come here," she whispers, her legs parting in invitation.
I crawl over her, my cock throbbing with need as she reaches between us, her fingers deftly guiding her panties to the side. The sight of her exposed and glistening makes my breath catch. She's so wet already, her folds pink and swollen, practically begging for me.
"Wait," she says suddenly, her hand pressing against my chest. A mischievous smile plays across her lips as she looks up at me through mascara-thickened lashes. "My client earlier insisted on using protection."
My heart hammers against my ribs as her meaning sinks in. She reaches up to stroke my cheek, her thumb tracing my lower lip with deliberate slowness.
"Lucky you," she purrs. "You're the only man who gets to feel me bare today."
The words hit me like lightning, sending a surge of possessive heat through my veins. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock teasing her slick folds. She's so wet, so ready for me.
"Do you let other clients go raw?" The question slips out before I can stop it, jealousy and arousal tangling together in my chest as I slowly push inside her welcoming pussy.
Emily gasps as I fill her, her back arching off the mattress. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving crescent marks I'll discover tomorrow.
"I used to let you come inside," she whispers, her inner walls clenching around me as I begin to move.
"I'm not special?" I thrust deeper, watching her eyes flutter closed with pleasure. The thought that I might be just one of many men who get this privilege stings more than I want to admit.
She moans as I establish a rhythm, her hips rising to meet each thrust. "God, you feel so good," she breathes, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist.
"Of course you're special," she gasps, her voice breaking as I increase my pace. "But not because of that."
Her hands frame my face, forcing me to look into her eyes as our bodies move together. The intensity in her gaze makes my breath catch.
"You're special because I love you," she whispers fiercely. "Because when I'm with others, I'm selling a service. But with you…" She gasps as I thrust particularly deep. "With you, I'm making love."
I crush my lips against hers, pouring everything I feel into the kiss, all my jealousy, possession, and desperate love. It's raw and primal, my tongue claiming her mouth as thoroughly as my body claims hers below. I want to erase any trace of the man who had her before me, want to brand her as mine with every thrust and touch.
"Yes," Emily gasps when I finally release her mouth, her eyes wild with desire. "That's it, show me who I belong to, baby."
Her words ignite something feral inside me. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other grips her hip, holding her in place as I drive into her harder, deeper. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, a rhythmic counterpoint to our ragged breathing.
"God, I love it," she moans, arching beneath me. "Do you like talking about it? About the others?"
The question sends a confusing rush of heat through me. My rhythm falters momentarily as I process her words and my own reaction to them.
"I... I don't know," I admit, voice rough with exertion.
Emily's lips curve into a knowing smile as her inner walls clench around me. "You certainly feel stiffer inside me now." Her hips roll upward, taking me impossibly deeper. "Do you want me to tell you what my client did to me today?"
My cock throbs violently at her words, answering before my brain can catch up. The jealousy is still there, twisting in my gut, but it's transformed into something darker, hotter.
I say nothing, my breath caught in my throat as sweat beads on my forehead. The words won't come, but my body betrays me, my cock quivering inside her with unmistakable interest.
Emily's eyes darken with understanding. She reaches up, fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls my face closer to hers. Her breath is warm against my ear, voice dropping to a silky whisper.
"He treated me like an object," she purrs, each word carefully measured to see its effect on me. "Said I was nothing but a hole he paid to use. Made me keep my eyes down while he circled me, inspecting what he'd bought for the hour."
My hips stutter forward involuntarily, driving deeper into her slick heat. A small whimper escapes her lips, but her eyes never leave mine.
"He grabbed my hair," she continues, her inner walls clenching around me with each filthy confession. "Wrapped it around his fist like a leash and told me I belonged to him while he had me. Said I was his property until he was bored with me."
"Fuck," I gasp, my rhythm faltering as her words send electric currents of jealousy and arousal coursing through me.
"You should have seen me," she whispers, her fingernails digging half-moons into my shoulders. "On my knees like a good little whore, letting him use my mouth however he wanted."
I growl, something primal awakening inside me. My hand finds her throat, not squeezing but resting there possessively, feeling her pulse race beneath my palm. Her eyes widen with excitement.
Emily's eyes flash with wicked delight as she presses harder against my palm, her body arching beneath me. "You like hearing this, don't you?" she purrs, her voice dripping with sinful knowledge. "Let me tell you how he bent me over the hotel desk, how he spread me wide and called me his expensive toy..."
A growl tears from my throat, primal and possessive. Emily wraps her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. "He fucked me like he owned me, Danny. Made me count out loud every time he slapped my ass." Her words come between ragged breaths, her inner walls clenching around me with each filthy confession. "Fifty-seven times."
"Was he better than me?"
The question explodes from my mouth before I can stop it, my voice tight and strangled as my hips freeze mid-thrust.
Emily's eyes widen for a split second before a slow, teasing smile spreads across her crimson lips.
"Do you really want to know?" she purrs, her inner walls squeezing around me, making it almost impossible to think straight.
My heart hammers against my ribs, each beat a panicked drumroll. Suddenly, I'm not so sure I do want to know. The jealousy that had been fueling my arousal morphs into something cold and sharp, piercing through the heat of the moment. What if he was better? What if I'm just another body to her, not special at all? What if…
"Danny?" Emily's voice shifts, the teasing edge vanishing as she searches my face. "Baby, what's wrong?"
I try to speak, but my throat closes up. I can't meet her eyes. My cock softens inside her as anxiety floods my system, drowning out everything else.
"Oh, sweetheart," she whispers, her expression melting into something tender. She pulls me down against her, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her familiar scent as she strokes my hair.
"I'm sorry," I mumble against her skin, embarrassment washing over me. "I don't know why I asked that."
"Shh," she soothes, her lips pressing against my temple. "It's okay. I shouldn't have teased." Her fingers trace gentle patterns across my back, each touch an anchor pulling me back from the edge of my spiraling thoughts. "Look at me, Danny."
I reluctantly lift my head, meeting her gaze. There's no judgment there, just warm understanding that makes my chest ache.
"No one is better than you," she says firmly, cupping my face between her palms. "No one. Do you understand me? What we have, what I feel with you, it's not comparable to anything else."
Her fingers slide through my hair, slow and gentle, massaging my scalp with a tenderness that makes something in my chest unravel. The tension drains from my shoulders as she cradles me against her.
"You're safe here with me," she whispers, her breath warm against my ear. "So loved, Danny. So wanted."
Her words seep into me like healing balm, soothing the raw edges of my insecurity. As she speaks, I feel myself responding, hardening inside her once more. The renewed pressure makes her gasp softly, her eyes widening with pleased surprise as she feels me swelling within her warm depths.
"Well, hello there," she coos, another smile spreading across her face as she rocks her hips slightly, taking me deeper. "Seems like someone's feeling better."
Heat floods my face, but there's no embarrassment now, just a rekindled desire burning away the last traces of doubt. Emily's eyes darken as she watches the change come over me, her fingers still gently stroking my hair.
"Would my sweet boy like to finish what we started?" she asks, her voice dropping to that honey-sweet tone that makes my cock throb inside her. "Show me who I really belong to?"
I answer by capturing her mouth with mine, swallowing her soft moan as I begin to move again. This time, there's no frantic urgency, no desperate need to prove anything. Each thrust is deliberate, deep, claiming her inch by inch as she melts beneath me.
"Yes, baby, yes!" Emily cries out suddenly, her voice rising with each thrust. Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire that only fuel my passion. "Show Mommy who she belongs to!"
My hips snap forward with renewed purpose, each thrust claiming her more completely than the last. The bed creaks beneath us, a rhythmic soundtrack to our lovemaking that would be embarrassing if I could think clearly enough to care.
I whimper as pleasure builds at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each slide into her welcoming heat.
Emily's eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. She reaches up, cupping my face with trembling hands before pulling me down for a kiss that steals what little breath I have left. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting of mint and desire and something that feels dangerously like devotion.
When she breaks away, her lips travel to my ear, her breath hot against my skin as she whispers, "Cum for Mommy, Danny. Fill me up."
The command unlocks something inside me. My vision goes white at the edges as pleasure crashes through me in unstoppable waves. I bury myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing as I empty everything I have into her willing body.
"Fuck, Emily!" I gasp, my voice breaking as the intensity overwhelms me.
Beneath me, Emily arches like a bow drawn tight, her body trembling violently as her own climax tears through her. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around my throbbing cock, milking every last drop from me as she cries out my name, her voice raw and desperate.
For a moment, we're suspended in perfect synchronicity, our bodies locked together at the peak of pleasure. Then we collapse, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing, my weight pressing her into the mattress as aftershocks ripple through both our bodies.
"Holy shit," I finally manage, rolling to the side to avoid crushing her completely. My arm drapes across her waist, unwilling to break contact even as we cool down.
Emily turns to face me, her makeup smudged beyond repair. Her eyes sparkle with a question as she gently caresses my cheek with her thumb. "How was that for you, baby?"
I can only nod, my lungs still struggling to catch up with the rest of my body. My heart pounds against my ribcage like it's trying to escape, and every nerve ending feels raw, exposed, and gloriously satisfied.
Emily laughs softly, the sound vibrating through her chest where it presses against mine. "I'll take that as a positive review," she whispers, nuzzling closer until her head tucks perfectly under my chin.
The scent of her, sex and perfume and something uniquely Emily, fills my nostrils as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against me. Her skin is slick with sweat, our bodies sticking together in the most delicious way as she drapes one leg over mine, eliminating any remaining space between us.
"From now on," she whispers against my throat, her lips brushing my pulse point with each word, "I want you to tell me everything that turns you on, Danny. Every dark, twisted fantasy..." Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest, circling my nipple in a way that makes my spent cock twitch with interest. "Every filthy thought that crosses your mind."
I swallow hard, finding my voice at last. "Everything?"
She tilts her head back to look at me, those blue eyes intense and sincere. "Everything. Whatever you want to explore, whatever gets you hard..." Her hand slides lower, trailing down my stomach. "We can try it all."
My breath catches as her meaning sinks in. The possibilities spread before me like an endless feast, things I've only dared imagine in my most private moments.
"Just keep loving me the way you do," she continues, her voice dropping to something vulnerable and raw. "Keep looking at me like I'm your whole world, and I swear to god, Danny..." Her voice catches, emotion making it tremble. "I'd die for you. I'd do anything."
Something fierce and protective surges through me at her words. I tighten my arms around her, crushing her against my chest as if I could somehow pull her inside me, keep her safe forever.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair, the words inadequate for the storm raging in my chest. "I love you so fucking much."