This feels like a really cruel dream. I want nothing more than to lose my virginity to my husband and he has been refusing me, but now? Now Emerson is hovering over me, telling me he is ready to "get into me", but when I left the room earlier, he still wasn't ready to have s*x with me. There's no way a little bit of lingerie changed his mind. No matter how sexy I looked in it. This isn't a dream though. Emerson really is all over me right now, and I don't know what to do with myself. He slides his hands up my thighs under the sheer material to my hips, hooking his index fingers around the very thin string making up my thong and pulling it down my legs.
"You are so f*****g beautiful," he groans, placing the palms of his hands on my inner thighs and pushing my legs apart. He releases me, li
