Her body trembles with each thrust as you approach your own release, her nails scratching against your skin in an attempt to hold on to this moment forever. "I'm here," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with increasing urgency. "Cum for me."

Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her with your release, her muscles clenching around you in response. "Oh God," she moans, her head thrown back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her body trembles with each thrust as you approach your own release, her nails scratching against your skin in an attempt to hold on to this moment forever. "I'm here," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with increasing urgency. "Cum for me."

Her cheeks flushed at your words and tone. "You... you know you can have me anytime," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She placed a hand on the table, steadying herself as desire coursed through her veins. "But right now, we should eat our breakfast."

Emily continued to eat, occasionally stealing glances at you from beneath her lashes, wondering when she would finally feel your hands on her again. The tension was almost unbearable, and every fiber of her being yearned for release.

She pretended to focus on her food, but the reality was that she could barely concentrate with your foot rubbing against her sensitive folds. Her breath hitched as she felt herself growing wetter by the second. "Mmm," she moaned softly, trying not to make too much noise as she leaned back in her chair. "This is so good..."

Her eyes drifted closed for a moment, lost in the pleasure of your touch. It was torture, but it felt wonderful at the same time.

The next morning, Emily woke up and prepared breakfast as usual, hoping that things would be back to normal between the two of you. As she set out your plate and coffee mug on the table, she couldn't help but feel anxious about broaching the subject with you. She took a deep breath, mustering up her courage before finally walking over to your side of the bed.

"Vaibhav?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk for a moment?"

She sat down beside you, carefully avoiding any physical contact, and took your hands in hers. Her heart was racing as she searched your eyes for any sign of the anger or frustration that had been there yesterday. "I want to apologize for forgetting about your work schedule," she began, her voice shaky with emotion. "It wasn't intentional, and I promise I won't do it again."

You looked at her searchingly, but didn't say anything. Finally, she continued, "

She began to intensify her movements. Wanting his cum in her mouth.

As he neared the brink, she redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper into her mouth and sucking harder until at last his body tensed and he released himself into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, wanting all of him, even as a part of her knew that she was destroying everything they had built together with each passing moment.

When their lovemaking finally ended, Emily sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "I need to go,"

My jaw drops at your insinuation, and I push away from you in shock. "Vaibhav, how could you even think that?!" I hiss through clenched teeth. "You know I would never do something like that." The hurt and betrayal in my eyes is enough to make you wince, and you reach out for me, trying to pull me back into your embrace. "Baby, I'm sorry," you whisper, "I didn't mean it like that."

"Okay, but next time don't say something that hurts me like that. Ever."

The taste of him on her tongue triggered another wave of desire inside her, and she found herself wanting more. She moved her head up and down his length, taking him deeper with each thrust, as if trying to consume him entirely. The sound of their lovemaking echoed through the apartment, mingling with the cries of pleasure that tumbled from Emily's lips.

As they lay together on the floor, their hearts racing and their bodies slick with sweat, Emily knew that she had to tell her husband about what had been happening between them. The weight of her guilt was too much to bear any longer, and she couldn't keep stringing him along any further. But as she stared up at the stranger who had somehow become so important to her in such a short time, she knew that this would change everything... for better or worse.