The front door's barely closed behind us before Emily's hands are all over me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, spinning me around to face her. The look in her eyes is pure possession, blue fire burning away any doubts that might have lingered after dinner.
"You chose me," she whispers, her voice husky with need as she backs me toward the hallway. "You chose me over your own blood."
My heart hammers against my ribs as she pushes me against the wall, her silver braid coming undone as she presses her body against mine.
"Of course I did," I manage to say between gasps as her lips find my neck. "You're everything to me, Emily."
She pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears and raw desire. "Say it again," she demands, her fingers digging into my biceps with bruising force. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," I breathe out, meaning it down to my bones. "Completely yours."
Emily's smile turns predatory, triumphant. She grabs my wrist and practically drags me down the hallway toward her bedroom. My legs feel weak, blood rushing south with such force I'm dizzy with it.
"I love how much you wanted me," she says as we stumble through her bedroom door. "Enough to cut ties with the last of your relatives. For me."
She slams the door shut behind us with enough force to rattle the frame, then turns to face me with a look that makes my mouth go dry. It's hunger and possession and something deeper, something that feels like victory.
"I'm going to devour you tonight," she promises, stalking toward me like a lioness approaching wounded prey. "Every. Last. Inch."
My back hits the edge of her bed as she reaches me. Her hands cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks with surprising tenderness before she crashes her lips against mine. The kiss is brutal, all tongue and desperate need. I match her intensity, my hands finding her waist, pulling her closer until there's no space left between us.
We're tearing at each other's clothes, buttons popping, fabric ripping as we strip between frantic kisses. Emily's midnight blue dress pools at her feet, revealing black lace underneath that makes my breath catch. My shirt gets tangled around my wrists, and she laughs, the sound dark and delighted as she pushes me backward onto the bed.
"Look at you," she purrs, standing over me in nothing but her underwear, silver hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight. "All mine."
With a fluid grace that leaves me breathless, Emily unhooks her bra and slides her panties down her legs in one smooth motion. Her naked body glows in the dim bedroom light, all generous curves and elegant lines.
She climbs onto the bed with predatory intent, crawling up my body until she's straddling my hips. The heat of her against me makes my mind go blank.
"Mommy is so proud of her baby," she purrs, her voice dripping with possession and praise as she runs her hands across my chest. "You showed everyone who you belong to tonight."
I can only nod, words failing me as she rises up, positioning herself above me. When she sinks down, taking me inside her in one fluid motion, a gasp tears from both our throats. The slick heat of her enveloping me is almost too much to bear.
"Such a good boy," she moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusts to the feeling of me filling her completely. When they open again, they're dark with ecstasy, pupils blown wide. "Mommy wants to see how fast she can make you cum."
Before I can respond, she begins to move, hips rising and falling with an urgency that steals my breath. My hands find her waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as I try to anchor myself against the overwhelming pleasure.
"Emily," I choke out, my voice breaking as she increases her pace. "Oh god…"
She throws her body up and down with relentless intensity, each movement precise and devastating. The wet heat of her grips me like a vise, pulsing around me in ways that make coherent thought impossible. My lungs struggle to keep up, each breath coming in shallow gasps as waves of pleasure crash over me.
"That's it," she encourages, her silver hair wild around her shoulders, sweat glistening on her skin. "Give it to Mommy."
My vision starts to blur at the edges, the overwhelming sensation making it impossible to focus on anything but the point where our bodies join. I'm drowning in her, willingly surrendering to this flood of pleasure.
"I can't…" I gasp, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each perfect downstroke. "Emily, I'm going to…"
Her face transforms into a radiant mask of ecstasy as she feels me tensing beneath her.
"YES! YES! YES!" Emily screams, her eyes wild with passion, a loving smile spreading across her flushed face. "CUM FOR MOMMY! CUM NOW! YES! CUM, BABY!"
Her words hit me like electricity, each command pushing me closer to the edge. I can't hold back anymore.
"Emily!" My entire body convulses as I explode inside her, pleasure ripping through me with such force that I cry out her name, over and over like a prayer.
Emily slows her frantic pace as my orgasm subsides, her movements becoming languid and deliberate. The wild look in her eyes softens as she grinds against me in slow circles, squeezing every last drop from my body. I'm still trembling, aftershocks rippling through me as she savors the sensation of me pulsing inside her.
"That's it," she whispers, "give Mommy everything."
My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath. The room spins around me, reality slowly piecing itself back together as the intensity fades. Emily leans forward, her silver hair cascading around us like a curtain, creating our own private world.
She cups my face between her hands, thumbs stroking my cheeks with surprising tenderness. Her blue eyes search mine, pupils still dilated with desire.
"Danny," she murmurs, her voice a velvet caress, "I want to reward you for tonight."
I blink up at her, confusion momentarily overriding the post-orgasmic haze. "That wasn't a reward?" The words come out raspy, my throat dry from crying out her name.
A smile spreads across her face, not the predatory grin from earlier but something warmer, more intimate. She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through her body and into mine, where we're still connected.
"No, baby," she says, brushing her lips against mine. "That was just the warm-up."
My cock twitches inside her at the promise in her words, somehow already stirring back to life. Emily notices, her eyebrows rising slightly as she rocks against me.
"Is there something you want to do?" she asks, her voice dropping to that honey-sweet tone that makes my spine tingle. "Something you've been too afraid to ask for?"
Heat floods my face as a specific memory crashes through my mind, Holly forcing herself on me while Emily's client video played on the screen. It was stolen footage I was never supposed to see, but I felt like I was a full inch longer than usual.
"Um..." I hesitate, heart pounding in my ears. "Is there any chance you have... videos of yourself? With clients, I mean?"
Emily's eyes widen, genuine surprise flickering across her beautiful face. Then, unexpectedly, a blush spreads across her cheeks, turning her porcelain skin a delicate shade of pink.
"I do have some videos," she admits, her voice softer than before. "I keep them mostly for safety reasons."
My throat goes dry as I gather my courage. "Could we maybe... make love while watching one?"
Emily studies my face for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then her fingers thread through my hair, gently massaging my scalp in that way that makes me melt.
"That's on my computer in the office," she says thoughtfully. "It would take me a while to set everything up properly." Her lips curve into a smile that makes my heart skip. "I have the whole week off though. Let's make a special night of it, okay? Tomorrow, perhaps?"
"So we really can?" I ask, hardly believing she's agreeing.
"Yes," Emily confirms, her eyes darkening with renewed interest. "Is there anything else you'd like to try tonight, instead?"
I swallow hard, emboldened by her openness. "Anal?"
Emily's laugh ripples through the air, rich and melodic. "Of course, baby," she purrs, her eyes darkening with desire. "Mommy loves how adventurous you're getting."
She slides off me with graceful ease and makes her way to the nightstand, her naked body glowing in the soft bedroom light. I watch, transfixed, as she rummages through the drawer and produces a brand-new bottle of lube, the plastic seal still intact.
"I've been saving this for a special occasion," she says, tearing off the seal with her teeth in a way that makes my breath catch. "And tonight definitely qualifies."
My heart pounds as she returns to the bed, kneeling between my legs. With deliberate slowness, she uncaps the bottle and tilts it over my semi-hard cock. The cool liquid makes me gasp as it drips down my length.
"Look at you," Emily whispers, her voice dropping to that honeyed tone that makes my spine tingle. "Already getting hard again for Mommy."
Her hands wrap around me, spreading the slick substance with expert precision. Each stroke makes me harder and harder.
Emily shifts her weight, rolling onto her back in one fluid motion. Her silver hair fans out across the pillow. She locks eyes with me, lips curved in that knowing smile that makes my heart race.
"Now come here," she purrs, beckoning me with a crook of her finger. "I want you on top."
I move between her legs, my hands trembling slightly as I position myself. Emily reaches down, guiding me to her entrance. The slick heat of the lube makes everything feel dreamlike and unreal.
"Take it slow at first," she whispers, her voice thick with anticipation.
I press forward carefully, and the initial resistance makes me hesitate. But Emily's hands find my hips, urging me on with gentle pressure. When I finally breach that tight ring of muscle, I gasp at the sensation.
"Holy fuck," I moan, my voice breaking as I slide deeper. It's impossibly tight, gripping me like nothing I've ever felt before, even tighter than Holly's pussy.
"That's right, baby," Emily coos, her blue eyes darkening with pleasure. "Moan for Mommy. Let me hear how good it feels."
I push in further. Every inch feels like a revelation, the pressure around me so intense it borders on painful.
Emily's back arches as I sink all the way inside her, that tight ring of muscle gripping me like a vice.
"Oh god, Danny," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "You're filling Mommy so perfectly."
I establish a rhythm, careful but steady, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Instead, I find only bliss, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted in silent ecstasy.
"Does it feel good, baby?" she asks, her voice tender despite our raw position. "Is Mommy's ass tight enough for you?"
"It's incredible," I groan, my hips picking up speed as her body relaxes around me.
The sensation is beyond anything I've felt before. My nerves are on fire, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure racing up my spine. Emily's body grips me like she never wants to let me go, and I'm rapidly losing control.
"Faster," she commands, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure that drives me wild. "Take what's yours."
I obey without hesitation, my hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by our mingled moans. Emily reaches between her legs, touching herself as I thrust into her.
"Look at me," she demands, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. "I want to see your face when you cum inside me."
Her words push me closer to the edge. I'm already so sensitive from our first round, each thrust threatening to end me. The way she's looking at me, like I'm the only man in the world, makes my chest tighten with emotion.
"Emily," I gasp, feeling the pressure building. "I love you so much."
Her face transforms, softening into something so tender it makes my heart ache. "I love you too, Danny. More than I ever thought possible."
The sincerity in her voice is what finally breaks me. I drive into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt as pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave. My vision blurs, my entire body convulsing as I empty myself inside her for the second time tonight.
Emily cries out beneath me, her back arching dramatically as her own orgasm hits. Her body clenches around me in rhythmic pulses, drawing out every last drop as we ride the waves together.
I collapse on top of Emily, utterly spent, my body trembling with aftershocks. My softening cock remains buried inside her ass as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along my spine that make me shiver with contentment.
"That was..." I whisper against her neck, unable to find words adequate enough to describe what just happened between us.
"I know, baby," she murmurs, her lips brushing against my temple. Her hands move to my hair, stroking with such tenderness that I feel myself melting into her touch.
We stay like that for what feels like forever, our heartbeats gradually slowing in perfect synchrony. The world outside this bedroom doesn't exist anymore, just Emily and me, tangled together in the aftermath of passion.
"Are we really getting married this week?" I ask suddenly, the question bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me.
Emily's hand pauses in my hair. She shifts slightly beneath me, tilting my head up so she can look into my eyes. Her face is flushed, hair wild around her like a silver halo, but her gaze is clear and searching.
"Is that what you want, Danny?" she asks softly.
My mind flashes unwillingly to Holly, her cold smile, her wire-rimmed glasses, her threats hanging over my head. The video she could release at any moment. The blackmail. The violation. Panic rises in my chest, threatening to choke me.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, pushing those thoughts down into that compartmentalized box where I keep all the ugliness. Not now. I won't let Holly ruin this moment.
When I open my eyes again, Emily is still watching me, patient and loving. The panic recedes like an outgoing tide.
"I don't care if it's this week or ten years from now," I tell her, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. "I just know I want to marry you. I want to be with you."
Emily's eyes fill with tears, a smile blooming across her face that's so radiant it almost hurts to look at.
"Then we're getting married," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "This week. Just you and me."
She pulls me down for a kiss that tastes like promises and forever, her tears mingling with the sweat on our skin. When we finally break apart, she cradles my face between her hands.
"Let's do it Wednesday," she whispers against my lips. "I know a place that can handle everything. We just need to show up."
"Okay."