The outside world had begun with their works. However, inside a specific room, a certain couple has yet to leave the bed.
No, they weren't sleeping. They were working as well, but on each other's body.
Emma settled over him slowly, the blunt head of him nudging her entrance. She exhaled shakily, palms braced on his chest as she began the first careful descent.
It was only their second time, and her body remembered him in vivid, aching detail—the thick stretch, the way he filled her so completely it stole her breath.
She sank down inch by torturous inch, lips parting on a soft, drawn-out whimper. Her hips moved in a slow, almost hesitant rhythm at first—tiny rolls forward and back, relearning the shape of him, the heavy drag inside her, the way her walls fluttered and clung every time she lifted just enough to feel the ridge of his crown catch at her entrance before sliding back down.
