Chapter 8: Coffee?

The drive was short, and as they approached the gates of the Edades West Rockwell Towers, Emma's eyes widened. The iconic buildings loomed above them, their sleek, modern design radiating luxury and exclusivity. She knew these condos were among the most coveted in the city, with starting prices rumored to be around 600K and beyond.

William smoothly pulled the Porsche in the parking area and stepped out. True to his gentlemanly demeanor, he started to circle the car to open Emma's door. But Emma thoughts a mess, ans she beats him into it, and opened the door herself.

"You live here?" she blurted, her voice tinged with disbelief as she stepped out, smoothing her dress as if to steady herself.

"Yes..." William smiled at her and offered his hand to her. "Come on, Let's have coffee at my place " he said, his tone casual yet inviting, as though they were simply walking into a cozy café and not one of the most luxurious residences in the city.

Emma hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking to the grand entrance, the pristine lobby visible through the glass doors and to William. Swallowing hard she lets him lead her inside. Her mind, however, was anything but calm, silently screaming, Oh my God, oh my God... This is it Emma! Like cheering for her.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft ding, and the moment they were alone, William turned to Emma, a glint of mischief and hunger in his eyes. He stepped closer, towering over her, Her back met the cool mirrored wall of the elevator, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from him. Before she could ask another question, his hand slid around her waist, pulling her against him.

William leaned down, his lips brushing hers, a featherlight tease that made her breath hitch. Then, without hesitation, he claimed her mouth fully, his kiss fierce and demanding. to her and kiss her lips. His lips moved against hers with an intoxicating rhythm, his stubble grazing her skin as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His hands roamed her sides, one settling firmly at her lower back to hold her in place, the other tangling in her hair, gently tugging to angle her face upward.

Emma's knees felt weak, her hands instinctively clutching the front of his shirt for support. She gasped when his tongue brushed against hers, a bold invitation she couldn't deny. The kiss grew hotter, more torrid, his tongue exploring her mouth with languid strokes, coaxing and claiming her in equal measure.

The mirrored walls of the elevator reflected the heat between them, capturing the way his body pressed against hers, how her fingers clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded.

When they finally broke apart, Emma was breathless, her lips tingling and her heart racing. William didn't move far, his forehead resting against hers, his dark eyes smoldering.

"Welcome to my world, Babe," he murmured, his voice husky and low, sending shivers down her spine as the elevator chimed opened.

As they reached the door to William's unit, the kissing resumed with fervor. His lips found hers with such intensity that Emma barely noticed him fumbling for his keycard. With one hand around her waist and the other tapping the card against the panel, the door finally clicked open. They tumbled inside, their hands roaming and mouths pressed together like they were trying to consume each other.

Emma's thoughts flickered briefly, a nagging voice in the back of her mind. Does this make me seem cheap? She considered the grandeur of their date—the exclusive resort, the Michelin-starred dinner, the ridiculous bracelet—and wondered if this was all some sort of unspoken transaction. But another, louder thought silenced the doubt. Who cares? She wanted this.. Her "Baby Project," as she secretly called it, was progressing much faster than she anticipated. William wasn't just a suitable candidate; he was ticking all the boxes with flair.

Yet, as his hands slipped under the straps of her dress, a pang of uncertainty hit her.

What if he notices? she thought, panic creeping in. She had never done this before. She had kept her virginity through years of disinterest in romance and a single-minded focus on her career and adventures. Would he sense her inexperience? Would it matter?

William's lips traveled to her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as he guided her through the sleek, modern condo. She barely had time to take in the polished hardwood floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and tasteful furnishings before they stumbled into his bedroom. Clothes were hastily unbuttoned, unzipped, and slipped off as they fell onto the plush bed, their passion consuming every inch of hesitation she might have had They are a tangled mess of limbs and breathless whispers. Emma's mind spun, barely able to comprehend how they had even managed to stumble into his room. It was all a blur—but what is seems to be clear is the heat of their bodies, the urgency of their movements, and the reality that this is happening.

Emma clutched the bedsheet tightly as William's hands explored her breasts, his touch firm yet reverent. He cupped both of them, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips as he remarked, "These are nice." Emma smirked, a fleeting thought crossing her mind—why were men so fascinated by breasts when, at the end of the day, they were just lumps of tissue?

But before she could dwell on the thought, William leaned closer, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth traveled with purpose—from her lips to the corner of her mouth, then to her ear, down to her neck. His kisses alternated between gentle nibbles and suckling, reminiscent of a playful vampire, a horny vampire. Emma's body trembled under the trail his lips left behind.

His head moved lower, his lips and tongue finding her sensitive nipple. He sucked and teased, coaxing it to a hardened peak, sending waves of electricity through her. Emma quivered, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her body. It was as if every nerve ending was alive, a symphony of pleasure igniting within her.

Though a fleeting, absurd thought flitted through her mind—was this how her future baby breast feeding might feel? That would be so wrong...Why am I even thinking about this when so much is happening right now? She reprimand herself.

William's lips were on one of her breasts, his hands teasing the other. He tugged gently at her hardened nipple, almost letting go, only to follow with soft, tantalizing circles that sent shivers down her spine.

He didn't stop; his lips and hands continued their worship, moving from one breast to the other with unrelenting devotion. Each touch, each flick of his tongue, and each gentle tug sent new waves of sensation rippling through her. Emma's mind raced, unable to grasp the whirlwind of emotions and physical responses coursing through her.

Emma closed her eyes, her legs stiffening instinctively and rubbing together in a desperate attempt to process the overwhelming sensations. She didn't understand what was happening to her; her groin pulsed with a strange, unfamiliar intensity, a heat she had never experienced before.

And then, it happened—a flash, like a white line of light behind her closed lids. Her body convulsed, trembling as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her. A moan escaped her lips, unbidden and raw, as her body surrendered completely to the overwhelming satisfaction.

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as she opened her eyes. William gazed down at her, his eyes dark and filled with undeniable desire. "Emma, I can't wait any longer," he whispered hoarsely, pressing the hard length of his shaft against her leg.

Emma nodded, her heart racing as her trembling hands reached for his fly. She fumbled for a moment before managing to undo his pants. Pulling them down along with his black boxer briefs, his erection sprang free, large and intimidating. Oh my God, how is that supposed to fit? Emma wondered, her mind both awed and nervous.

William didn't give her much time to think. He grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him as he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. With a single, forceful thrust, he pushed inside.

"Ouch!" Emma cried out, her body tensing as a sharp, pinching sensation radiated from deep within. Her eyes watered slightly from the unexpected discomfort. Sensing her reaction, William froze, his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain control. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing heavy and labored. He groaned, as he tried to stay still, waiting for her to adjust to him.

"Emma... relax a bit, you're too tight," William murmured softly, his voice strained but laced with surprising tenderness. His hand reached up to brush her hair back, his fingers grazing her skin gently, a soothing contrast to the fiery intensity that lingered between them.

Emma's breaths came in shallow gasps as she lay beneath him, her body taut with tension.

When William moved again, a slow, deliberate shift, Emma arched her head back, biting her lip as her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. Every nerve in her body felt alive, raw, and hypersensitive.

She looked up and saw the mirrored ceiling, its surface capturing every angle of their intertwined bodies. The reflection above felt surreal, almost like a scene straight out of the hentai manga she had secretly read. The thought sent a strange mix of embarrassment and fascination through her, her cheeks flushing as she couldn't tear her gaze away.

"Are you a virgin?" he whispered near her ear, his breath warm against her flushed skin. His tone wasn't mocking or accusing—just surprised, soft, and searching. He stilled for a moment, his hand tenderly caressing her cheek, as though offering her a moment to decide. "Do you want to stop?"

"Don't... please," Emma muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible yet filled with an unspoken resolve. "Don't stop."

William eased in slowly, groaning as he moved, his thrusts deliberate and careful, ensuring Emma wasn't in pain. But he didn't stop. His movements continued, steady at first, his breaths shallow and labored. "Babe, sorry, I can't be gentle any longer," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

His pace quickened, each thrust growing faster, harder, and more urgent. Emma couldn't stop the moans escaping her lips, surprised and slightly embarrassed by the lewd sounds she was making. And then, it happened again—that overwhelming sensation building in her core. She was nearing another climax, her body trembling in anticipation.

She closed her eyes, but William's voice pulled her back. "Look at me, Emma. I want to see your face when you come again," he said, his tone commanding yet tender. His relentless rhythm didn't falter, driving her to the edge.

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, her body tightening as she reach her climax with an overwhelming intensity. William groaned deeply, his movements erratic as he followed her into release, spilling himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, whispered into her ears, "That was incredible" and Emma could agree, it was her first there is no experience where she could compare. He kiss her lips lightly before slowly pulling out and dropping onto the bed beside her. Emma felt a strange, unfamiliar emptiness, a sensation that made her pause. She turned to look at William's face, serene and peaceful in sleep.

"What the fuck? He's already sleeping?" she thought, both amused and incredulous.

"I coul kill, you know." Emma reached out, tracing her fingers lightly over his features. His high-bridged nose, soft lips, and strong jawline made her marvel at his perfection. She couldn't help but wonder, What would our baby look like if he or she inherited these traits?

William mumbles in his sleep, his face relaxed. Emma chuckled softly, and smile affectionately. She lay back beside him, her body still buzzing, and let sleep claim her too...