Chapter 10: It's rated PG.

Emma's chest rises and falls as the steaming shower cascades over her, the droplets tracing the curves of her body. The heat of the water pales in comparison to the fire igniting between her and William. He stands behind her, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, each kiss sending shivers through her despite the warmth enveloping them.

"William!" Emma gasps, her voice a mixture of surprise and protest, though her tone betrays a hint of teasing. "We're supposed to be taking a bath! If you keep licking me like that, your saliva will be all over me!"

William chuckles, a low, throaty sound that reverberates against her skin. "The water will wash it away," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But I think you're worrying about the wrong thing." His voice drops, laced with sinful intent. "Besides, it won't just be my saliva all over you..."

Before she can respond, he presses his hardness against her lower back, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. The heat between them rivals the shower, and the room seems to grow even steamier as the tension.

Emma gasps, her breath hitching as she tries to steer the conversation to something less dangerous and more to rated PG topic,"But... aren't we supposed to be going somewhere?" she manages, her voice shaky but resolute.

William's lips curl into a playful smirk as he leans closer, his breath warm against her neck. "The gathering isn't until lunchtime," he murmurs, his tone laced with mischief. "We've got plenty of free time before that... why not spend it productively?"

Before she can protest, his hands begin their exploration, gliding over her skin with deliberate intent. Emma's body betrays her, trembling under his touch as his fingers find every spot that makes her breath hitch and her resolve falter. Her body trembling as William's hands explore her, each touch lighting her up in ways she never thought possible. A moan escapes her lips, raw and uninhibited, surprising even herself as his fingers graze her most sensitive spot.

"Don't touch that!" she blurts, her voice shaky as she tries to regain some composure, but her resolve is faltering.

William smirks, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "Show me how you pleasure yourself, Emma." His fingers tease, drawing her closer to the edge.

Her mind races. Pleasure myself? The thought conjures images she'd never dare voice aloud: the guilty hours spent devouring BL and Yaoi manga, the heated pages of Josei and Hentai stories that made her heart race. But saying that to William? Never. Emma bites her lip, mortified, and instinctively tries to close her legs, barring him access.

William's lips graze her ear, his breath hot and teasing. "Don't tell me... you've never touched yourself?" His words drip with disbelief and curiosity. Emma nods stiffly, her cheeks flaming.

"Another first, then," he whispers, his tone filled with wicked promise. He nips at her ear, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "Let me show

you how..." His hands slips between her thigh, touching her very core.

William's hands, slick with water, trace the line of her opening, his touch deliberate and tantalizing. He moves lower, his fingers circling her clit with maddening precision. Emma gasps, her knees buckling under the intense sensation. She nearly loses her balance, but William is there, steadying her with one strong arm. Without warning, one finger slips inside her, and Emma's eyes widen, her gaze snapping to his in a mix of surprise and vulnerability. Before she can utter a word, William captures her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that leaves her breathless.

His finger moves in slow, deliberate motions, each glide sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Emma can't tell if the wetness she feels is from the shower or her own arousal, but the distinction hardly matters now. When he adds a second finger, her lips break away from his kiss, her mouth parting as though to protest.

William leans close, his voice a dark, sensual whisper. "We have to loosen you up a bit... you're so tight." His words make her cheeks burn with embarrassment and anticipation, and the realization of what's coming sends a shiver down her spine.

He doesn't stop, his fingers curling and stroking, finding the sensitive spot within her that makes her toes curl. His other hand steadies her as she clings to his neck, her body arching into his touch. Each deliberate movement draws her closer to the edge until she's lost in the rising waves of pleasure.

Finally, her climax crashes over her, pulling her under as she moans loudly, her grip on William's neck tightening. Her body trembles against him as she rides out the pleasure, the back of her heafq rest against his shoulder, utterly spent yet craving more.

"Give it to me. . ." Emma exhales and she completely surrenders to the pleasure.

"What, Emma?" William teases, his tone laced with dark amusement as his eyes bore into hers.

"This," she whispers, her hand sliding down to wrap firmly around his hardened length, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.

William's smirk deepens, his control faltering as desire takes over. "Face me, Emma," he commands, his voice low and gravelly. "I want to see your face as I fuck you."

Emma turns slowly, wrapping her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his. In one swift motion, William grabs her thighs, lifting her with ease. Instinctively, she wraps her legs tightly around his waist, holding on as though her life depends on it.

He presses her against the cool tiles of the shower wall, the contrast to his searing heat sending a shiver through her. Without hesitation, he pushes into her, inch by agonizing inch, filling her completely. Emma lets out a sharp cry, the sensation overwhelming as his length stretches and claims her.

William growls, his teeth gritted as her tightness clenches around him. The way her body molds to his is almost too much to bear. "You feel... so fucking sweet," he groans, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward again.

Each thrust grows faster, harder, more demanding, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the steamy bathroom. Emma throws her head back, gasping and moaning as pleasure explodes through her, her nails digging into his back.

"Ba-be," she cries out, her voice a mix of desperation and bliss, as he drives her higher and higher. He buries his face in her neck, his movements relentless, both of them consumed by the fiery rhythm of their passion. "Together Ba-be" as he releases his hotness inside of her...

Emma slumped against William, her body utterly spent, every ounce of energy drained by their fiery passion. William held her close, cradling her like a princess—his naked princess.

As her breathing steadied and consciousness returned, she began to wriggle in his arms, trying to break free. "Put me down, William," she muttered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

But William's grip remained firm, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "Not a chance. You'll hurt yourself trying to walk after that."

Despite her protests, he carried her effortlessly to the bedroom. Reaching the edge of the bed, he tossed her gently onto the soft sheets, her hair splaying out like a dark halo.

Emma sat up quickly, her eyes wide with surprise. "William! Are we—" She paused, her voice faltering. She knew she wanted to have a baby, but the sheer intensity of their moments together left her torn. "I mean... we shouldn't be like rabbits in heat!" she finally stammered, hugging the blanket to her chest.

William stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with a flicker of mischief and hunger as they raked over her exposed skin. "Rabbits in heat, you say?" he repeated with a low chuckle, as his gaze pinned her in place.