The clock hits 10 PM, and Emily yawns dramatically, stretching her arms over her head. "Early night?" she suggests, clicking off the TV mid-show.
I nod, grateful for the excuse to escape another episode of whatever legal drama we've been watching. My brain's too foggy to follow the complicated plot anyway.
We head upstairs to our bedroom, and I hover near the foot of the bed, suddenly aware that I have no idea what happens next. Do I sleep on the right or left? Do we brush teeth together? Is there some kind of marital ritual I'm supposed to remember?
"Um," I start eloquently, "I don't really know our routine."
Emily stands a few feet away, watching me with an expression I can't quite read. Her cheeks suddenly flush pink, then deepen to red as our eyes lock. The blush travels down her neck, disappearing beneath her collar.
"I know," she says softly.
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes like she's gathering courage, and then pulls her shirt over her head in one fluid motion.
My brain short-circuits.
Emily stands before me in just her bra, black, lacy, expensive-looking, and her work slacks. Her body is... perfect isn't even the right word. Magnificent. Stunning. Her shoulders and arms are defined with lean muscle, her stomach flat with visible abs peeking through smooth skin. And her breasts, full and round against the delicate fabric, rise and fall with each nervous breath she takes.
"Wow," I whisper, unable to form more complex thoughts.
Emily's eyes narrow, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "Don't just stand there staring, Charles."
"I, uh..." My eyes dart around the room. "Where are our pajamas?"
She holds my gaze as her hands move behind her back. With a simple flick of her fingers, her bra comes loose. She lets it slide down her arms and drop to the floor.
My throat goes completely dry. Her breasts are even more magnificent uncovered, full and perfect, with pink nipples that harden under my gaze. I can't look away.
"We don't wear pajamas," Emily says, her voice breathy.
She's blushing furiously, but there's something else in her eyes, a hunger that mirrors the heat building in my own body. Her hands move to her waistband, and in one smooth motion, she pushes her slacks down her long legs, stepping out of them gracefully.
Now she stands before me in nothing but black lace panties, tall and gorgeous and somehow mine.
"What are you waiting for?" she asks, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
I swallow hard, my hands suddenly clumsy as I fumble with the buttons of my shirt. I'm painfully aware of how exposed I feel, not just physically, but emotionally. This woman knows every inch of my body, while to me, she's beautiful but new.
"I feel like this is our first time," I admit, finally getting my shirt off. "At least for me."
Emily's eyes lock with mine, a tender understanding in her gaze. "Then let's treat it like our first time," she says softly, her fingers tracing my jawline. There's something flickering behind her eyes, vulnerability mixed with determination, as if she's made an important decision.
I smile up at her, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. "It's a bit unfair though, isn't it? You already know all the things I like, but I don't know any of yours."
A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she places her hands on my chest and pushes me backward. I fall onto the mattress with a soft thud, the bed is comfortable against my bruised body. The hunger in her eyes intensifies, transforming her from the composed lawyer I've briefly known into something wilder, more primal.
In one swift motion, she grabs my pants and underwear, tugging them off in a single pull that leaves me completely exposed. I barely have time to process my nakedness before she's shimmying out of her own panties, her movements graceful despite her obvious urgency.
Her breathing comes in heavy pants as she crawls up my body, her skin hot against mine. The weight of her, the warmth, it feels new and exciting.
"Well, I'm an open book, Charles," she whispers, her voice husky with desire as she positions herself above me. "Just turn the pages."
She dives down for a kiss that steals my breath away. Her lips are soft but demanding, claiming me with an intensity that makes my head spin. My hands find her waist, fingers digging into the firm muscle there as she presses her body fully against mine.
The kiss deepens, and I'm drowning in sensation, the taste of her, the scent of her perfume mixed with something more primal, the soft sounds she makes as our tongues meet. It's overwhelming in the best possible way.
When she finally pulls back, her eyes are dark with desire, her cheeks flushed. "Do you like what you're reading so far?" she asks, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Yes," I breathe out, abandoning any clever wordplay. My hands slide to her hips, and I try to roll her beneath me, but Emily's strong hands catch my wrists.
"Nope," she says with a playful but firm smile. "I'm on top."
Before I can protest, she pins my wrists above my head against the mattress, her grip stronger than mine. The position stretches her body above mine, her perfect breasts hanging tantalizingly close to my face. I strain upward, wanting to taste them, but she pulls back just enough to deny me.
"Stay still," she commands softly.
Emily shifts her hips, positioning herself directly above my cock. The heat of her is incredible as she slowly, deliberately rubs herself against the head. The slick wetness of her pussy sliding over my sensitive tip sends electricity through my entire body.
"Oh god," I moan, my back arching involuntarily.
Her eyes light up with pleasure at my reaction. "You like that?" she asks, continuing the torturous teasing.
I nod frantically, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes... Yes, I do."
She grinds down a little harder, coating the head of my cock with her wetness but never taking me inside. The sensation is maddening, perfect, and insufficient all at once. I strain against her grip, but she holds me firmly in place.
"Have you been a good boy today?" she purrs, her voice dropping an octave.
Heat floods my face immediately. I turn my head to the side, embarrassed by how those words affect me. My cock throbs visibly between us, hardening even more at her question.
"Don't look away, baby," Emily says, releasing one of my wrists to gently turn my face back toward her. Her eyes are surprisingly tender as they meet mine. "I love you exactly how you are."
The sincerity in her voice catches me off guard. There's something vulnerable in her expression, something almost desperate for connection. I wonder briefly if this is how we always were together, or if this intensity is new.
"I don't know if I've been good," I admit honestly. "I can't remember what I did."
A shadow passes over her face, so quick I almost miss it. Then she smiles, leaning down to kiss me deeply.
"Since you woke up, you've been such a good boy for mommy," she whispers against my lips.
The word "mommy" sends a jolt through me, embarrassment mixed with a strange, powerful arousal I can't explain. Before I can process it, Emily shifts her hips and guides me to her entrance.
She slips just the tip inside, and I can't hold back the whimper that escapes my throat. The sensation is overwhelming, tight, hot, perfect. My embarrassment at her words dissolves instantly, replaced by pure physical pleasure.
"Emily," I gasp, my hands now gripping her hips again.
Her face is a mixture of determination and something that looks almost like pain as she begins to sink down on me with excruciating slowness. Inch by inch, she takes me inside her, her body trembling above mine. Her eyes never leave my face, watching every reaction, every flicker of pleasure that crosses my features.
"God, you feel amazing," I breathe.
But as she finally takes me all the way in, I notice her wince. Her breathing is shallow, and there's tension around her eyes that doesn't match the moment. Something's not right.
"Emily? Are you okay?" I ask, concern cutting through my haze of pleasure. "Do you want to stop?"
She shakes her head quickly, but as she shifts slightly, I notice something that makes my heart skip a beat. There's blood on me, on us, where we're joined together.
My eyes widen in shock. "Are you...?" I begin, but before I can finish the question, Emily leans down and captures my mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.
When she finally pulls back, her eyes are shining with unshed tears. "No," she says firmly. "We've been married three years, remember?"
The contradiction is right there between us, impossible to ignore. "Then why are you bleeding?" I ask, my hands now gentle on her hips, holding her still.
Emily freezes above me, her body tense. For a moment, she looks like a deer caught in headlights, panic flashing in her eyes. Then something shifts in her expression, a decision made.
"It's been a while," she says, her voice soft but controlled. "Since we... and we were so busy with work. It's been months."
I frown, trying to process this. "But that doesn't explain…"
Emily rolls her hips suddenly, cutting me off mid-sentence. "My doctor says it can happen sometimes," she explains breathlessly. "When it's been a long time."
Her body trembles around me, so impossibly tight it's almost painful, in the most exquisite way possible.
"But…"
She silences me with another kiss, this one deeper, more desperate than before. When she pulls back, her eyes are dark and determined. "Shut up and just fuck me, Charles," she whispers against my lips. "Please."
There's something in her voice, a rawness, a vulnerability that makes my concerns melt away. Her hands find mine, fingers intertwining as she begins to move above me with slow, deliberate motions. Each roll of her hips sends waves of pleasure through my body.
"Oh god," she gasps, her head falling back as she takes me deeper. "Charles..."
The way she says my name, like a prayer, like salvation, makes something tighten in my chest. I watch her face transform, pain giving way to something like wonder as she finds her rhythm. Her thighs quiver against mine, muscles working as she rises and falls on my cock.
I grip her hips tighter, helping guide her movements. She's so wet now, the earlier resistance fading as her body adjusts to mine. The slick heat of her grips me like a vice, drawing sounds from my throat I didn't know I could make.
"You feel so good," I manage, my voice strained.
Emily's eyes flutter open, locking with mine. Her lips part as she increases her pace, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
She rides me harder, her pace becoming frantic. The bed creaks beneath us as she bounces on my cock with wild abandon. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving crescent moons in my skin.
"Yes," she pants, her voice rising. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Her movements become erratic, desperate. Each slam of her hips drives me deeper inside her impossibly tight warmth. I'm drowning in sensation, lost in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.
Suddenly, she grabs my face between her palms, her grip almost painful. Her eyes lock with mine, and I swear they've transformed, no longer just green but somehow shining with such intense emotion they might as well be hearts.
"I love you, Charles," she gasps, her voice breaking. "I love you with all my heart. I've always loved you."
The words hang between us, heavy and expectant. My mind races. I feel something powerful for her, desire, gratitude, fascination, but love? How can I love someone I just met this morning? Someone I don’t remember?
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. The hesitation is brief but unmistakable.
Emily's eyes fill with tears, glistening in the dim bedroom light. Her lips tremble as she looks down at me, her movements slowing to an almost painful stillness.
"Please, Charles," she whispers, voice cracking. "I need to hear you say it back. Please."
A sinking feeling settles in my stomach. Something about this feels wrong. But looking up at her beautiful, desperate face, I can't bear to disappoint her. Not when she's literally wrapped around me, vulnerable and exposed. Not when she's given me nothing but care since I woke up in that hospital bed.
I swallow hard and look directly into her eyes. "I love you too, Emily."
The effect is immediate and electric. Her face transforms with pure ecstasy, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks. She starts moving again, but this time there's no control, no rhythm, just wild, frantic bouncing as she chases her pleasure.
"Oh god, yes, Charles!" she cries out, her inner muscles clenching around my cock with impossible tightness.
Her pussy spasms around me, gripping and releasing in powerful contractions. Her head falls back, those perfect breasts thrust forward as her back arches dramatically. Her eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as she's consumed by pleasure.
The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. I thrust upward, burying myself deep inside her as my orgasm tears through me.
“Emily.” Hot pulses of cum shoot from me, filling her up as I groan her name. The pleasure is so intense I see stars, my entire body rigid beneath her.
"That's it," she moans, grinding down to take every drop. "Give it all to me, baby."
I empty myself completely inside her, my hips jerking with aftershocks. She collapses onto my chest, breathing hard, her skin slick with sweat. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both come down from our high.
After several minutes of just breathing together, she lifts her head. Her makeup is smeared, hair disheveled, but somehow she looks even more beautiful like this.
Her eyes meet mine, and there's something different about them now. The soft green has taken on an almost feverish gleam, slightly wild and unfocused. But instead of scaring me, I find it oddly captivating, like I'm seeing the real Emily for the first time since I woke up.
"Did you mean it?" she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
The way she asks makes my stomach tighten. It doesn't sound like a question so much as a threat. Those intense eyes bore into mine, not allowing even the slightest possibility of escape or evasion.
Did I mean it? How could I love someone I've only known for a day?
"Yes," I say, the word coming easier than I expected.
Her face transforms, melting into pure radiance. She collapses against me, pressing wet kisses along my neck and jaw.
In the quiet aftermath, as her breathing steadies against my chest, I realize something. Maybe I don't love her yet, not the way she wants, but I can see myself falling for this woman. Her intensity, her devotion, even the slightly unhinged quality to her affection... it pulls at something deep inside me.
As long as I'm falling for her, it won't really be a lie someday.