**Chapter 2: Building Pressure**

As the days turned into weeks, Emily and Ryan's relationship continued to blossom. They spent every spare moment together, exploring the city, trying new restaurants, and laughing until their sides hurt. The tension between them grew thicker, a heavy mist that clung to their skin and made their hearts beat faster. Their daily life together was a sensual delight. They would wake up early, and Ryan would make Emily coffee in bed, the rich aroma filling the room and teasing her senses. She would snuggle up beside him, feeling the warmth of his body and the gentle caress of his hand on her hair. As they sipped their coffee, they would talk about their dreams, their desires, and their fears. The moments of intimacy and closeness were electric. They would sit together on the couch, watching TV or reading books, and Emily would feel Ryan's hand on her knee, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin. She would look up at him, and their eyes would meet, the connection between them crackling like a live wire. But despite the growing intimacy, Emily and Ryan both felt a growing frustration. They wanted more, something that would quench the thirst that had been building inside them for weeks. They would steal glances at each other, their eyes burning with a desire that they couldn't quite express. One evening, as they sat on the couch together, Ryan turned to Emily and asked, "What do you want?" His voice was low and husky, his eyes burning with intensity. Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. "I want you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Ryan's eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The air was thick with tension, the chemistry between them almost palpable. As they sat there, Emily couldn't help but think about the kind of sex she wanted. She wanted it rough, intense, and passionate. She wanted to be taken by Ryan, to feel him inside her, to be consumed by him. She wanted to lose herself in the moment, to forget everything except the sensations and the emotions. Ryan seemed to sense her desires, and his eyes darkened with a fierce intensity. He leaned in, his lips inches from hers, and Emily felt her heart skip a beat. "Is this what you want?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. Emily nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely audible. Ryan's hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Emily felt his lips on hers, the pressure building, the tension growing. It was like a dam was about to burst, and she knew that once it did, there would be no turning back. As they kissed, Emily felt a surge of desire. She wanted more, something that would satisfy the hunger that had been building inside her for weeks. She wanted Ryan to take her, to make her his, to consume her completely. The pressure was building, the tension growing thicker, until it seemed like it would explode at any moment. Emily and Ryan both knew that it was only a matter of time before they gave in to their desires, and when they did, nothing would ever be the same again. In that moment, Emily knew that she was ready for something more, something that would take their relationship to the next level. She was ready for rough sex, for passionate and intense encounters that would leave them both breathless. She was ready to take the leap, to see where their desires would take them. As they pulled back, gasping for air, Emily smiled up at Ryan. "I think we're building up a lot of pressure," she said, her voice husky with desire. Ryan grinned, his eyes burning with intensity. "I think you're right," he replied, his voice low and husky. "Let's see if we can find a way to release it."