Chapter 4

Emily's POV

"This feels really silly," he says, tugging at his mask. "I know we're not permitted to take these things off, but I am beginning to get a feeling like some members-only underground sex party," he smirks. 

I chuckled nervously. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

"I'm sorry if I startled you; it was not my intention. My name is Samuel, but you can call me Sam," he says, laughing. My hands begin to shake. I'm not sure if I'm prepared for this.

"That's alright, let's just say I'm new at this," I explain.

I let out a small sob and then take a long breath. Olivia is on speed dial in case something goes wrong. She can't do anything though, she doesn't even have a car. The realisation came to me only recently.

He detects my nervousness and offers us both a drink of wine. His fingertips touch mine as he hands me a glass, and I feel like I'm imprisoned in a time warp. Through the mask, I can see his piercing blue eyes. They appear to be familiar.

"Come on, let's take it slow. We could just sit here all evening and enjoy each other's company--on a platonic level, of course. The last thing I want to do is force you to do something you don't want to do," he says earnestly.

We take a seat on a comfortable-looking sofa at the foot of the bed. I can see his profile in the candlelight. I notice his muscles tensing beneath his gray trousers and blue shirt. I never considered that he might be nervous as well.

We drink our wine in silence for some time, yet it doesn't feel awkward. When he asks what I do for a living, his sweet, velvety voice brings me back to reality.

"I'm a waitress, but in my spare time I study molecular science," I explain.

"Wow! That sounds really fascinating," he says, amazed. His tone indicates that he is impressed. Now I'm feel stupid I made a joke out of it.

"No, I'm just a waitress," I say blushing.

What exactly am I doing? It's got to be the wine. This had to be some very amazing wine. He laughs loudly his leg hitting the bottle of wine and nearly toppling it over but then he grabs hold of it and pours us another drink. I should probably quit drinking right now.

"What exactly is it that you do?" I inquire as I make myself at home on the sofa and take my shoes off. I can feel his gaze travelling down my neck to my legs.

"Certainly not as adventurous as yours." Let's just say I invest in startups that I believe have a good chance of succeeding. It works out nine times out of ten, but the other times I just count my losses and go on."

"So, you're a Collin?"

I notice him flinch.

He thinks for a moment. "No. That is not the case." 

I move closer to him, and he softly grips my hips and pulls me closer to him.

He says softly in my ear, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

My response is immediate, bordering on frantic. "I really want to." I literally have to, this is the only way I can raise enough money for Liam but as he hold me in his arms, it feels good and I start to yearn for his touch, I want this to happen.

I feel like a puppy in his hands. I want him to shape me and dominate me. My breathing becomes more rapid. He takes this as his cue and kisses me on the cheek, then on the neck. His kisses are delicate and delectable.

I begin to feel an ache between my legs, followed by jolts of electricity that reach my core.

Then he gives me a kiss on the lips.

Our kisses begin slowly and tenderly, but quickly become passionate and desperate. I grab his head and pull him towards me impulsively. Before we go too far ahead of ourselves. I had to inform him.

"I'm still a virgin."

He pulls away from me and appears surprised. "No, then we'll have to stop," He pulls away from me.

I don't want this to stop. Something about this feels right. I'm not repulsed by a man touching me for the first time. I resume kissing him.

"No, no, we don't." I mumble as I lock my lips with his and ease my hand into his trousers. 

As we approach the bed, he presses up against me. I can feel his hard cock struggling to burst free. I press my hand against it, and I feel it throb.

But he stops himself and helps me onto the bed.

"We're going to take it slow. If you feel uneasy at any point. I need you to tell me," he begs me.

"All right," I murmur, my body wanting more of his touch. 

He carefully puts me down and looks at me as if this is his first time seeing me.

I long for his touch, and for a brief moment, I consider removing my mask, but I decide against it.

He begins to caress my neck and lay butterfly-soft kisses on my brow, cheeks, and chin. I feel an ache in my core, joined this time by a profound throb. His lips are now traveling to the arch of my back, filling me with pleasure.

He removes my clothes, leaving me naked expect for my panties and bra. My nipples tense as he begins to work, like an artist, with only his hands and tongue he touch me with delicacy 

It's a miraculous tongue, tracing the outline of my stomach and then charting a path to my aching core. By the time he gets down there, I've become a wet craving.

His fingers caress the inside of my sex, and the warm sensation of his tongue on it makes me swoon. My body tenses, and I lean towards him, as the pleasure builds up, I scratch his sweaty back, grasping for something to grip. My legs are buckling from the all-consuming fire that is emanating from me. I erupt in a molten mass as a result of the release, which is a delightful shudder.

When he comes up, a smile spreads across his face. I've hardly recovered when he begins undressing--first his shirt, then his trousers. I can feel he's looking straight through me as he takes off his trousers.

The moment I set eyes on his rock hard dick, my breath catches in my throat, I lick my lips. It's poised like a soldier about to enter battle. I begin to wonder how it will fit inside of me. He slowly takes off my panties and then my bra. I'm not sure I can handle much more excitement for the evening.

He lays on top of me, his hips thrusting into mine, and I can feel the heat radiating from his muscular body. His hands seize mine from above and hold them in place just not strong enough that I can't  break away. His hot breath becomes labored and insistent on my breasts.

It doesn't take long for my body to react by moving in unison with him. I feel a searing pain as he stretches me wide and fills me up the instant he penetrates. I whimper a little

"Are you still okay?" he asks as his palm brushes against my cheek. "I don't want to cause you any harm."

I don't respond, and he interprets it as a "yes." His careful movements indicate that he is still fearful of hurting me.

The way he caresses my neck with delicate kisses. When he lets go of my hands, I instinctively reach for his hair, clutching it furiously as the pulsating sensation returns. The pleasure that follows quickly drowns out the discomfort. I notice an insatiable grin on his face as he intensifies his drive.

Before tonight, I had no idea how much power I had over men, and now that this man is making love to me like I'm a fragile doll, I want to entrust him with my innocence.

With my vulnerability no longer a barrier, I give up my body for the simple pleasure of drowning in a sea of wild abandon.

"It's so tight," he says after a brief pause. "I feel like I'm going to rip you apart from the inside out." This time, I catch my breath and take the bold step of kissing him, desperate for him to continue.

He's confident in his lovemaking, that I'll give him. His sole goal is to please me, and just thinking about it makes me famished with pulsating excitement.

I'm clawing at his sticky back, wanting more, pleading with him to go further. My orgasm is building up to a climax. My toes curl in an amazing moment of ecstasy as I grip the sheet and arch my spine. Shuddering against me, he gives one more push and then he cums.

We lay there staring at the ceiling for a few moments. "I wish I had known you in another life," he laments. "I don't want this to come to an end."

I hadn't considered how this might end. All that mattered was completing the act, and now I've lost my virginity to a man I've never seen and may never see again.

"I don't want it to end, but we're both adults, we all know how this goes," I say as I stand up to put on my clothing.

He snatches my arm. "Please, stay the night."

I agree and return to bed with him. "Do you want something to eat?" Because I'm so hungry i can eat a whale."

He leaps out of bed like a mischievous child and puts on his trousers. "I'll be right back," he whispers.

He walks in a minute late carrying a platter of pancakes, coffee, and juice.

"It's almost 2am, so I figured it's breakfast anyway," he says as he places the tray on the bed. I'm truly hungry, so I dive right in.

"That's my girl," he laughs, picking the largest strawberry from the platter and begins to feed me.

I'm experiencing a slew of emotions all at once. It's not a choice for me to like this guy, I simply shouldn't like him. Nonetheless, my heart is racing in my chest. When he touches me, it's like a bolt of electricity runs through my body.

I believe I'm in love.

When I wake up alone in a king size bed the next morning, the fairytale comes crashing down around me.

It's been six weeks since our affair, and I still can't get him out of my mind. A part of me wants him to come find me, but all I hear is radio silence.

I open the pregnancy test while seated on the toilet seat. I know the answer before I even pee on the stick.

Two faint blue stripes appear two minutes later.

Yes, I am indeed pregnant.