Lush Life

I wasn't fully awake when I felt the shift of the sheets. I was shrouded in darkness and I couldn't tell if Emma was leaving or getting closer, her slim body moving like a ghost. My mind was still caught between a dream and the misty haze of deep sleep. Eventually, the haze won.

I awoke with a grunt, blinking both the sun and the crust from my eyes and reaching out to find that I was alone. I tapped the mattress multiple times while still coming to. Then I heard a little muffled giggle from the door. I turned around in a flash. There she was. Emma was leaning against the doorframe in the same tank top and shorts combo, but now ruffled by sleep.

"It's good to know I'm wanted." Emma smiled, chewing at a piece of white bread like a rabbit.

"Morning." I grunted.

"Good morning. Your bread is like sugar." Emma mumbled as she sauntered towards the bed, her hair bedraggled and tied back into a low ponytail.

"You made breakfast?" I asked groggily as she plopped next to me.

Emma wordlessly put the half chewed slice in front of my lips, raising an eyebrow. I paused, then took a bite out of the corner.

"Mmm. No butter." I said sarcastically.

"Quiet. This is already not good for you." Emma said with a grin.

"You're still eating."

"Hey," Emma stood up. "I offered."

"You raided my pantry when I was asleep." I joked but I kept my voice stiff.

"I," Emma paused. Then she exhaled through her nostrils cutely. "Americans..."

"And their food." I joked, reaching out to wrap my arms around her waist and gently kissing at her stomach. Emma let out a little contented sigh, slipping her free hand into my hair as I just let my lips rest against her tummy.

"Um... hey," Emma said.

"Yes?" I mumbled, craning my neck to look up at her.

"So... I'd like to try... the stuff we, well, you did with Florence. If you want to, of course." Emma said, her fingers gripping the last bit of bread like a lifeline.

I kissed her stomach again.

"Well," I started. "We can't just jump right into me going inside of you. You need to be prepped for it."

"Okay," she said softly, popping the last chunk into her mouth with a smile she failed to hide. She then gripped the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her legs, baring all for me with no hesitation. I resisted the urge to immediately push her toward me and devour her, instead directing her to crouch down in front of me.

She did, and we were face to face. I kissed her nose.

"I'm going to put a plug in you. You'll have to wear it in... there,"

"In my ass?" Emma cut me off, clearly more curious than ever.

"Yes,"

"I can do that. I'm no... stranger. I've... used my fingers." Emma said sheepishly.

"Oh?" I smirked. "Those cute little fingers?"

"Shut up." Emma laughed.

"In all seriousness, Emma. I'm much bigger than your pretty fingers. Let me show you something." I said. I stood up and she followed, stepping out of her shorts like they were the ones stopping her from getting prepped. I went over to the drawer, the one I never needed to use, and when I opened it, a bundle of silver plugs rolled up.

"Oh," Emma said.

"What? Too big?"

"No. I'm just surprised."

"Is it a turn-off that I can get a little kinky?" I joked.

"Oh Jason," Emma sighed. "There's nothing you could do that'd turn me off."

"A little cheesy but I'll take it."

"Just grab the thing!" Emma barked cutely.

I grabbed the smallest plug out of the bunch and handed it to her. Emma stared at it for a moment, then she gave it a kiss.

"It's for good luck," she shrugged.

"Okay, so I need you on all fours on the bed." I said. Emma immediately moved before I could even finish saying bed. Her butt was up in the air, rosy, mouthwatering, and plump. I opened the drawer by the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil.

"Ready?"

"Yes. Ready." Emma said too quickly.

"Just breathe." I said as I slid my hands underneath her tank top to rub her warm skin. Emma let out a little moan as my hands wandered her ribs and lower back. Then they reached her cheeks. I gave them a gentle little squeeze that made her giggle.

Then I crouched and kissed the warm skin of her right cheek.

"For good luck." I said. I could feel her rolling her eyes. Then I grabbed the coconut oil, opened the cap, and dipped the pad of my index finger into it. I brought my finger to her rosebud, gently rubbing and swirling it around the skin. Emma let out a little shudder as I teased her, but I kept my other hand placed gently on her middle back.

"Still okay?" I asked.

"Yes... it's just... it's a little cold..." Emma giggled.

"It'll warm up. You're hot enough." I joked.

"Oh pfft...and I'm the corny one?" Emma said softly.

"Keep breathing. No laughing, dear." I said with a fake British accent.

"Oh my God... you're making fun of me in my compromised state?"

"You literally asked for this." I shrugged, dropping the accent as my finger continued to slip and slide.

"Um... just... keep going." Emma sighed gratefully, her body easing up. I did as I was told, poking ever so slightly at her bum but not going in yet. I felt the muscles in Emma's back tighten and then loosen as her body adjusted to my finger.

"I... maybe you're right..." Emma huffed.

"About what?" I asked, the tip of my finger finally slipping past the barrier.

"I do have little fingers because... uggh man..."

"You want me to stop?"

"No. Please don't..." Emma said.

"Okay. Keep breathing." I said.

"I will," Emma promised. She hissed through gritted teeth when my finger finally glided in all the way, knuckle deep.

"Oh, bloody hell..." Emma cursed. I had a joke, but I held it down.

"Is this okay?" I asked, definitely not losing my mind watching her roll her ass back to massage my finger.

"It's... it feels really good." Emma chuckled.

"Oh yeah. Just wait until I get my whole fist in there."

"Hey!" Emma's head shot up like a flare.

"Joking. Just let me know if it's too much."

"No more jokes, American boy..." Emma sighed, her smile warming my heart more than I'd like to admit.

"Y'know... I could probably take two now..." Emma said breathily. I slid my index out of her and made sure she was watching. I brought my middle finger to my sticky index and slid the combination forward, pressing gently into her bum.

"C'mon..." Emma grunted as she slowed her breathing to let me in.

"Didn't expect you to be this worked up..." I said, not as a joke. Just an observation. Emma was never this forward.

"I just want..." Emma trailed off as my fingers sank deeper.

"What? Too much?" I asked.

"I just don't want you to forget about me..." Emma said softly, her arms curling up against the bedsheets like she was trying to hide her face. That one broke my heart a bit. I wasn't sure what to say. Instead I crunched down to kiss the top of her head, my lips brushing her ear.

"Emma, I made you your own room." I said plainly. She was just like me, sneaking in emotionally damaging comments mid-heat.

"Thank you... I don't think I said I appreciated that..." Emma moaned.

"I'm keeping it too." I said. Emma paused, her butt still rolling back against my glistening hand.

"I think," she let out a deep breath. "I think I'm ready for the toy now..."

I slid my fingers out of her and grabbed the plug, running my oily fingers over it to help her even further. I used the hand that was on her back and moved it up to her left cheek for grip.

"Just keep breathing." I said as I placed the tip of the silver plug against her slick skin. Emma let out a deep breath just as I pressed the plug in.

"You got this. You're a natural..." I said softly. Emma was silent but opening up for me. I leaned in again, placing a kiss on her back. Emma moaned at that, like the kiss was more grounding than the plug.

"Let me know if you're still okay," I said, stopping the plug in the middle, the biggest stretch making her pick her breathing up.

"I'm okay... I'm fine..." Emma assured me. I nodded and then finally got it all the way in.

"Hng... that's... really something..." Emma gasped, twisting her head to look at me. I reached out to push her hair from her sweaty forehead.

"All good?"

"Mmhmm." Emma nodded with a grin. "Now what?"

"We leave it there. It's more of a loosening tool."

"Okaaay... I'll uh... I'll get up soon..." Emma groaned. I smiled and adjusted myself slightly so I was lying on top of her.

"You don't have to go anywhere." I said, kissing her ear.

"I... I feel you poking me." Emma smiled.

"Did you expect me not to be hard?"

"Can I... relieve you? Just for my comfort. Purely selfish. Nothing to do with you." Emma quipped.

"Oh, sure thing princess." I said, rolling off of her and pulling my shorts down my legs, freeing my cock. Emma turned and beamed when she saw my hardness between my legs. She leaned in and abruptly spat on the head, a thick glob of spit leaking down the shaft.

Emma smiled to herself as she leaned in with her tongue out, catching the glob and slowly sliding it back up to the top of my cock. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue and wrapped her lips around the first few inches. I groaned gratefully, running my fingers through her hair.

Emma hummed around my cock, bobbing her head up and down slowly as drool built up around the corners of her lips, the frothy build up creating a soft little slorp sound. She moved her hands to my sack, cradling them gently as she twisted her head in a swift rhythm. I growled and shook, my hips bucking inadvertently.

Emma pulled back with a grin and a thin bridge of spit from her lip to my tip. She moved her hands up to the trunk, stroking with a slick grip and a naughty giggle.

"Jason..."

"Yeah?"

"I want you. I... I want you to stay there and let me ride." Emma huffed.

"Get up here then." I smiled.

Emma gave me one more kiss on the head before rising up and straddling me. I reached out to gently hold her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin on my palms. Emma placed her hands on my chest as she lined herself up, and smoothly sank down, every inch unraveling her in the most beautiful way. She gasped like she still wasn't used to me, then smiled when my hips met her skin.

"It feels different." Emma shuddered with a smile.

"Are you,"

She cut me off with a finger to my lips, her face twisted in overflowing ecstasy. Her brows were furrowed, sweat slid down her skin, and her lips were quivering.

"It's... it's a good kind of difference..." Emma said, now slowly getting into a groove. A smooth, easy grind that forced my body to lock up. She then let out a deep sigh before crunching herself down until our skin pressed together and her lips grazed my chin. She giggled as she rode me, her soft lips and warm breath planting little kisses along my jawline.

"I'm going to miss you," Emma said softly, the faintest laugh in her tone. I moved my hands to her middle back to hold her even closer.

"I'm still here now. I'll still be here when you're gone. I'll definitely visit." I said, kissing her forehead to make her understand.

"That's wonderful," Emma whispered. She wrapped her arms underneath my neck, arched herself so her middle back was bent towards the ceiling, then she began to really work herself on top of me, a gentle clap filling the breathy air.

"God, you're deep," she whispered, almost to herself. She closed her eyes as sweat slowly sank down her brow. I held her tighter, one hand sliding up the slope of her spine, the other pressed just above her hips to steady her.

"You're perfect like this," I murmured.

Emma blinked down at me, her eyes shining. "You mean it?"

I kissed her breasts. "Of course I do."

Emma's rhythm slowed, her body tensing around me. She buried her face into the crook of my neck, her pussy strangling my cock with a ridiculous tightness. I held her as the aftershocks pulsed through her, rubbing slow circles into her back and kissing the side of her head. For a moment, the only sound was her soft breathing and panting. Then she stirred slightly. Emma slid off me with a whimper. She laid beside me to catch her breath, then looked up with a sleepy smile and heavy eyes.

"Can we shower?" she asked quietly.

"Of course." I said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

Emma rolled onto her side and sat up slowly, stretching her arms with a little yawn that made her seem smaller than she already was. The plug was still in her, but she didn't mention it as she made her way towards the bathroom. I followed her, leaving my hand gently placed on the small of her back as we walked.

*

The water warmed quickly as Emma stepped under the spray. She tilted her head back and let it wash over her face, sighing softly as it soaked her hair and shoulders. I stood just outside the tile, watching her like she was some kind of daydream.

Emma turned and peeked at me. "You're just going to stare?"

"I mean... yeah." I shrugged. She giggled and picked up the body wash, squeezing a dollop into her palm.

"Then you don't mind if I take my time?"

"Not one bit." I said.

She lathered the soap slowly between her hands, letting it foam before dragging it across her chest, her collarbone, and down to her slim stomach. Emma massaged the suds into her skin with small, circular motions, biting her lips as she moved lower, her fingers now slick with lather as they traced her inner thighs.

"Still watching?" Emma asked innocently.

"You're unbelievable."

Emma smirked, then turned her back to me, giving me a full view of the plug still tucked between her cheeks. She ran soapy hands over her thighs, then up her hips, finally slipping a hand behind her to palm the plug lightly. I saw her shoulders shiver under the stream.

Then she reached for the detachable shower head.

She tested the temperature on her wrist, then turned the setting to a gentle pulse. Her hand slipped between her thighs as she leaned forward, resting her other palm against the slick wall. She moaned quietly, barely audible over the hiss of water.

"Just want to see how sensitive I still am..." she mumbled, not even looking back at me. She kept her legs angled just slightly apart, her eyes fluttering shut as the gentle rhythm of the water pulsed against her clit. She turned her head just enough to peek at me, her wet ponytail sticking to her back.

"I can't believe you're just standing there..." she whispered, biting the corner of her lip.

"I'm enjoying the show." I said.

Emma let out a breathy laugh and shifted the angle of the showerhead just slightly.

"It's just... this feels *really* good... and you just standing there watching me is making it worse... or better. I don't know." She rambled.

"Emma,"

"I mean, what kind of guy just watches?" she teased, moving the showerhead in a smooth arc against her clit. "Maybe you don't really like me."

I stepped forward.

"Don't test that false theory." I said.

"Then why are your hands still down?" She giggled.

"I'm being good."

"Well... maybe I want you to be bad now. Maybe I want you to tell me what to do with it next." Emma huffed, her chest rising and falling in anticipation.

I stepped forward and reached for her hand.

"Come here," I said gently, guiding her down. She let me lower her onto her back against the wet tile. Her hair clung to her cheeks and shoulders like silk. I watched her shift, her legs parting and her arms relaxed at her sides. I took the showerhead from her hand, adjusting the setting to a softer pulse before nestling it gently back between her thighs.

I knelt, steadying her with a hand on her inner thigh and the other on her waist. I guided myself into her pussy, the head of my cock splitting her lips with ease, then I slid in.

"Mmmh..." Emma moaned softly as her head tipped back. The angle was perfect. Every inch of her was open to me. She reached for my hand without looking, her fingers brushing mine until I laced them together.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yes... keep going. Please." Emma nodded softly.

I did as I was told, giving it to her in smooth, steady strokes. Emma writhed under me, the mix of pressure from the water and my body making her breath catch in her throat again and again.

"God," she whispered. "You feel so, hng!"

Her legs shifted higher, wrapping loosely around my waist as her hands gripped my shoulders. The smack of my hips hitting her wet skin was hypnotic as her pussy pulsed and gripped around every inch like it was unable to even take the brief exit. As I planted kisses all over her face, her hand suddenly fumbled for the dial.

The water pressure surged and then a loud, trembling gasp cracked from her throat.

"Jason!" she barked. "I'm right there! Please, faster, please..."

I leaned in without a word, finding her mouth as I quickened my pace. My thrusts grew deeper, faster, driving into her with a steady rhythm as the water hammered against her sensitive clit. She shivered beneath me, trying to breathe. I kissed her harder, swallowing her moans and feeling every quiver that wrecked her body.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, her forehead pressed to mine.

"I'm cumming!- I'm-" Her voice broke as her body clenched around me, the water crashing and her voice muffled by my mouth again. I held her tighter, kissing her through her bone-shaking orgasm. After a moment of just letting the water run, I was about to slide out, but Emma's hand caught my hip.

"No, you haven't cum yet..." Emma said softly. Then, without giving me a chance to respond, she flexed her hips to roll them in a slow circle that made me see stars.

"Em..." I groaned.

"Let me do it..." she whispered.

Her pussy was already tight, but with her walls still pulsing and the movement of her hips it was like a steel trap. I couldn't move. I could hardly think. I could only watch Emma take control from bottom, cutely biting her lip and grunting with furrowed brows. Each slow grind sent sparks through me, and all I had to hold onto was the tile. She was relentless.

"C'mon," she whispered. "I want to feel it all deep..."

She then tossed the showerhead to the side before firmly planting her feet and speeding up, her hips rolling faster now with wet slaps echoing through the steamy air. Her soaked body gleamed. I tried to hold out. I really did, but with the way she looked at me, it was too much. With one final roll, she tilted her hips just right, and I came like a geyser. My head tipped back, a guttural groan tearing out of me.

I pulsed multiple times inside of Emma's pussy, spurts and spurts filling her to the brim and leaking out with me still buried deep. She stared down at her freshly creamed snatch like she'd never seen it before, her face glowing like she'd just been given the best compliment of her life.

It took a while, but I finally caught my breath and smiled.

"So," I started. "What's next, Emma?"

"A real breakfast," she said. "On the deck with the beautiful view."

"Fine. Since you're making requests..." I gripped her thighs. Before she could finish her giggle, I lifted her while still buried inside of her, pressing her soaked body against mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms slung around my shoulders.

"You're ridiculous." Emma whispered into my ear.

"Yeah," I said, turning us slowly toward the shower door. "But you asked for breakfast."

*

Cooking eggs while Emma Watson wandered around in a little red dress didn't seem difficult on paper, but with her actually being there? Yeah. Pretty difficult. Her dress was floral, faded slightly like she'd thrifted it. The hem was uneven, like she'd cut it herself in a hurry. One strap kept slipping down her shoulder. I peeked over my shoulder to find her out on the deck, standing barefoot with her arms on the railing, staring out at the Hollywood hills like she was seeing them for the first time.