Emma stepped back again, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as William moved closer, his eyes fixed on hers with a heat she couldn't ignore.
"William, it just after lunch! The sun is out shining brightly outside, you couldn't be possibly thinking of----" doing it again she stop. her voice faltering as he closed the distance.
"What wrong making love during noon?" he murmured, his voice low, teasing. "We did it this morning, shouldn't we doing it 3 times a day?"
Before she could answer, his lips brushed hers. The tension that had been building between them all evening snapped like a taut string. She tried to remind herself why this was a bad idea, but the way his hands slid around her waist and pulled her closer erased every rational thought.
Emma's fingers tangled in his hair, and any pretense of resistance melted away. His kisses were both confident and hungry, like he'd been holding himself back until now. The heat between them was undeniable.
She pushed him backward toward the bed. Being mischievous herself.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" William said, his voice husky as he leaned up to her.
"Shut up," Emma muttered, pulling him in for another kiss.
Things escalated quickly. Clothes were discarded with reckless abandon, the tension between them fueling every movement.
Emma had never felt anything quite like this—a mix of frustration, passion, and something she wasn't ready to name yet…
Then, just as William's lips trailed down her neck , his hands down to her thighs to her clit. Emma moans strangely she is getting used to fingering.
"I love you, babe." William says his voice husky.
Emma moans more and Williams fingers teasing her mercilessly.
"I love you" William look at her face like waiting for an answer.
Emma moans softly already surrendered to the sensation and say in a shaky voice "I love you too.."
Williams chuckles "Wrong answer… say I love you more."
Emma shivers but didn't answered
"Say it or I'll stop." William commanded.
Emma doesn't want it to stop as she is nearing it, she finally say "I love you more…"
"What's that? I didn't quite catch it." He teased as his fingers slows down leaving Emma on the edge "I love you more" Emma clutched to him wanting release.
"What?" he teased again.
"More, more, more!" Emma whimpers her nails dug into his back when a sharp, authoritative knock shattered the moment.
"William," his mother's voice called from the other side of the door, cold and imperious. "Come out here. Now."
They both froze, their breaths ragged as reality came crashing back. Emma's eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God," she whispered, shoving at William's chest. "Is that your Mother?!"
William groaned, dropping his head backwards "Yes, she is. "
Another knock, louder this time. "William!"
Emma scrambled to pull the sheet over herself, her face burning. "What do we do?!"
"We ignore her." His fingers still inside her.
Emma stared at him, incredulous. "Ignore her? She's your mother!"
"She'll get the hint eventually," he said, smirking as he leaned back down toward her.
"William," his mother snapped, her voice icy. "I know you're in there. Don't make me open this door."
Emma panicked, shoving him off of her and scrambling for her discarded clothes. "She's not going to bust the door open, wouldn't she?" she hissed, pulling on her dress inside out in her haste. "Go talk to her!"
But William wasn't moving. Instead he move forward, his lips trailed along her jawline, making her breath hitch despite the looming disaster.
"No, I don't," he murmured, his voice husky. "She'll get tired and leave."
"William!" Emma hissed, swatting at him as he leaned back down to capture her lips again. "Are you seriously ignoring her right now?"
"She would get the idea, you know" he said between kisses, his tone unapologetically wicked.
Emma tried to protest, but the heat of his touch and the intensity in his eyes were too much. He kissed her deeply, silencing any argument she might have made.
Outside, his mother's voice rang out again, sharper this time. "William! Open this door immediately!"
Emma gasped, clutching his shoulders. "She's going to break down the door!"
"She won't," he replied smugly, leaning down to kiss her neck. "The door's imported. Too expensive to damage." Thrusting his finger in and out of her.
"Ah!" Emma moans, half in panic and half in disbelief.
"Shh," he teased, his lips brushing her ear. "Lowered your moans, if we can hear her, she might be able to hear us as well."
Emma's cheeks burned, but her body betrayed her as she arched into him, her resolve crumbling. She bit her lip hard, determined to stifle the soft moans that threatened to escape.
The knocks continued, but William seemed utterly unbothered, his focus entirely on her. Emma, on the other hand, was acutely aware of the thin barrier between them and the hallway—and of the fact that his mother could hear everything.
"William," she whispered urgently, her voice trembling as she tried to hold back a moan. "This is insane."
"And you are so sensative" he murmured, his voice laced with desire as he kissed her again, his hands exploring with a confidence that left her breathless.
Emma clutched at his shoulders, burying her face against his neck to muffle her sounds. Every movement, every touch, sent shivers through her, and she bit down on her lip harder, desperate to stay quiet.
Outside, his mother's voice grew more impatient. "William, this is unacceptable! Open this door right now!"
Emma let out a muffled laugh against his shoulder, her body trembling. "She's not going to stop."
"Neither am I," William said, his tone dark and full of promise.
It was a battle between her mortification and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. The former lost miserably as William captured her mouth again, his movements sending her spiraling.
Emma clenched the sheets tightly, her quiet gasps and soft moans barely audible—but every sound felt deafening to her. The sounds of everything became blur as she finally reach a climax and her loud moans escape her lips.
She can't tell when the knocking stopped, nor when the hallway fell silent.
Emma's body relaxed slightly, though her heart still raced. She looked up at William, her breath uneven. "She's gone," she whispered.
"Good," William replied, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. "Now, where were we?"
Despite herself, Emma laughed, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable."
"And you're irresistible," he countered as he picks up his clothes.
Emma wonders "Are we stopping.." her face crimson red as she doesn't know how to asked William, what about him. He hasn't climax himself. "What about you?"
William smirked confidently "I am satisfied seeing you satisfied." Then added as he puts his shirt on "Beside my mother has a master key so…"
Emma bolted upright, her heart leaping into her throat. She jumps out of the bed and scrambled to fix her clothing.
She glanced toward the door, then back at William, her mind racing. "I'm not waiting around to find out if she comes back with that master key you mentioned."