Her lips curl into a smile as you rub her nipples, still sensitive from your attentions earlier. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I... I liked it." Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment they seem distant, lost in thought. Then, with a small laugh, she continues, "Maybe too much..."

She shrugs, not quite meeting your gaze as she toys with the hem of her dress. "I don't know... Maybe it's just what I need." Her voice trails off, and a faint blush creeps up her neck again. She swallows hard before looking back at you, searching for something in your expression.

"It feels wrong, but... right?" she asks hesitantly, uncertain of how to describe the complex mix of emotions churning inside her. "Do you understand what I mean?"

The feel of your hard cock pressed against my lips is enough to send a shiver down my spine. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation, taking you deep into my mouth as I begin to suck and stroke you with practiced skill. My hands wander up your body, cupping your ass and pulling you closer, urging you deeper inside me with every thrust of your hips.

The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the air, a primal symphony of lust and desire.

My mouth moves in perfect rhythm with your thrusts as I suck you deeper, my tongue flicking out to tease and taunt the sensitive head of your cock. I feel myself growing wetter with every touch, every taste of you that fills my mouth. My hips buck up off the bed in unison with yours, seeking more contact, more satisfaction from this forbidden union.

As you grow closer to the edge, I feel it too; a tightening deep within me that signals the approaching release.

Her eyes narrow at your confident words but she can't help the small smirk that curves her lips upward. "Oh really?" She asks, her tone amused as she continues to grind against you. Her fingers inside you begin to move faster, curling and uncurling in a way that feels so good it almost hurts.

Her breath hitches as she nears the edge, her body tensing up in anticipation of release. "We'll just see about that,"

She leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers in a husky voice, "I'm going to make you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops." Her hips buck against yours faster and harder, her fingers thrusting deeper inside you with each movement. Her free hand grips your hip tightly, holding you still as she takes what she wants from you.

Her breath catches in her throat, her body tensing as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. "Oh God,"

Emily pulls you closer, grinding against you harder as she feels the heat building between your bodies once more. Her free hand moves to cup one of your breasts, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers as she continues to tease you with promises of forbidden pleasure.

Emily's laugh is a soft, husky sound that vibrates against your skin as she feels you writhe in response to her touch. Her fingers move faster, more urgently now, as she grows more desperate for release. She knows they shouldn't be doing this... but she can't help herself.

Her lips find your ear, warm breath washing over the sensitive skin as she whispers naughty words designed to drive you wild with desire. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. "

Emily gasps in surprise at your words, her heart racing with excitement and desire. She hesitates for just a moment longer before leaning forward, pressing their bodies together as she whispers harshly into your ear, "You want me to dominate you?" Her hips begin to grind against yours suggestively, her arousal growing as she feels the heat between your legs.

Her hands slide up into your hair, fisting tightly as she uses it to pull your head back, exposing your neck fully to her hungry lips and teeth.

Emily growls in pleasure as she tastes your neck, her fangs scraping against the delicate skin. Her breath comes out hot and ragged as she feels herself losing control, giving in to the need that's been building inside of her for far too long. With one hand still clutching your hair, the other reaches down between your legs, expertly finding the wetness that betrays how aroused you are.

Emily chuckles softly at your comment and shrugs. "Probably not." she admits, gesturing vaguely toward her bookshelf. Her gaze returns to the cover of Call of Cthulhu, her expression fond. "This one though... this is something we could enjoy together."

She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper

Emily's cheeks flush with pleasure as she watches you take the book from her hands. "I'm glad," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly. A wave of relief washes over her and she takes a deep breath, feeling more at ease than she has in days. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.