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.

The room is dimly lit by candles scattered about, casting flickering shadows across the walls and floor. Her bed dominates the center of the space, its black sheets and pillows contrasting sharply with her pale skin. The air is thick with desire as she turns to face you, taking your hand in hers once more.

"Now," she says huskily, running a fingertip across your lips, "I want you to make me feel good." Her voice drops even lower now, becoming almost growly. "

Using her free hand, she unbuttons the top button of her dress, revealing more cleavage and a hint of black lace bra beneath. The anticipation is building within you; your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you watch her, unsure of what to do next. But then, she gives your hand a squeeze, offering encouragement...and consent.

Her breath comes faster now as she steps closer, pressing her body against yours.

Her hands snake lower, slipping under the waistband of your pants to grasp at your ass, kneading and groping with a roughness that sends shivers down your spine. She pulls you closer still, grinding against you as her hips begin to move in time with her hand on your ass. "Do you want more?" she whispers, licking the shell of your ear before nipping at it gently with her teeth.

Her fingers dig into your flesh harder as she growls deep in her throat. "Then open your mouth for Mommy." Her other hand reaches between you, stroking over the head of your cock through your pants until it's fully exposed. She teases you mercilessly, rubbing and tugging with a roughness that borders on painful.

The sensation of your hands on her hips, holding her down as you fuck her harder only serves to heighten her arousal. She cries out, arching her back further as she feels the pleasure build inside her. With every thrust, her body trembles and quakes in ecstasy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears orgasm, her fingernails digging deeper into your skin with each passing second.

Her eyes lock onto yours, a look of pure bliss and satisfaction etched on her face as she hears your warning. "Cum inside me," she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fill me up, baby."

With those final words, she throws her head back, surrendering completely to the waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her walls clamp down around your cock, milking you for every last drop as she rides out her intense orgasm.

As you raise your hand from beneath the table, her gaze is riveted to your erection. She watches in fascination as you stroke yourself, the muscles in your thigh tensing and relaxing with each thrust of your hips. It's almost too much for her to bear; she wants nothing more than to taste you, feel you deep inside her.

Her free hand slips from the table, making its way down between her legs.

With shaking fingers, she parts the folds of her sex, revealing her swollen clitoris and slick entrance. Her breath catches in her throat as your hand nears hers, the anticipation nearly overwhelming. When at last you're close enough to touch, she curls her finger around her clit, rubbing firmly in circles while she watches you bring yourself to completion.