I leaned down to give her a quick kiss, before saying, "I'm glad I could help."
She smiled as she looked down and said, "From the looks of it, you look like you need something too."
I smiled too and said, "I would never expect anything. I'm just happy to please you."
She giggled, a little moan after it as I slipped the tip of my finger into her pussy. "Most guys are practically begging me to blow them right now."
"I could never, unless you want me to," I replied back.
"Get onto your back," she said, pushing up off the couch.
I pulled my hand out of her pants as we shifted over on the long couch. We shared a few kisses as I lay down, pulling my shirt up a bit. Emma immediately put her legs on both sides of mine and reached for my shorts. As her eyes were glued to my crotch, I suddenly got nervous that I was about to be exposed to one of the biggest actresses of all time. I waited to see her reaction, hoping I was enough for her as she hooked her fingers into the hem of my shorts, and started to tug them down.
I lifted my hips up so she could pull my shorts and boxers down. As my hard cock came into view, Emma had a slight smile on her face as she saw it, immediately wrapping her right hand around it, slowly rubbing it up and down as she finished pulling my shorts down to my knees. She smiled up at me and said, "I have just one request." I asked her what it was and she said, "Do not, under any circumstances, finish without warning me beforehand."
I agreed as I took a deep breath and holding it as I watched Emma leaning down, wrapping her lips around my cock, and she started to bob her head up and down it. I let go of the breath as I enjoyed the feeling of her lips smoothly gliding up and down my cock. She kept her hand on the lower portion of my shaft, moving it in a twisting motion wherever her mouth wasn't.
"Your mouth is amazing," I told her, watching as she moved up and down, moaning at the suction on my cock from her lips. "You're amazing. And beautiful. So beautiful. Oh my God!"
I finally had to close my eyes, the feeling of her blowing me too much. I moved one of my hands down, placing it on top of her head. I didn't put any pressure on her or try to guide her in other ways. I just wanted to touch her.
"Hmm. Emma. Yes, baby. Oh yes. I'm starting to get close. It won't be much longer."
When I told her that, Emma left her mouth at the top of my cock, her lips right around my tip. She used her hand to stroke the full length of my shaft, going at just the right pace to provide a feeling that, up until that moment, I hadn't realized I had been craving.
"Fuck, Emma, I'm cumming."
I reached my climax, moaning as I felt the cum shooting out of my cock and into her mouth. Emma continued to pump my cock with her hand, but she wasn't swallowing my cum as it shot into her mouth. "Yes," I moaned quietly as I finished.
When I was done, Emma immediately sat up, grabbed a tissue from an end table by the couch, and spit my cum into, grabbing a second one to wipe her mouth clean. Trying to catch my breath, I watched as she cleaned herself up before turning back to me, still topless, still with her jeans undone, and said, "I'm sorry. I probably should have warned you that I don't always swallow."
I laughed and said, "I'm not complaining. Just in shock at what just happened."
Emma giggled before crawling over the top of me and rolling onto my side as I wrapped my arm around her. She rested her head on my shoulder, had one hand on my chest, and said, "Honestly, me too. I never expected any of this on a short visit to Utah."
I woke up from a nap a short time later, still lying on the couch, a half-naked Emma still sleeping cuddled next to me. I watched her sleeping, still amazed at how lucky I was, and thanking whoever it was that let me say yes to tennis that day. She started to stir, eventually slowly blinking her eyes open. "Hi," she said sleepily.
"Hi," I said with a smile and kissing her forehead.
She rolled over from her side to her back, stretching her arms above her head. I couldn't help but look at her chest, her breasts moving up as she moved her arms. She giggled and said, "This might sound sad, but I don't remember the last time I fell asleep naked while lying next to a man."
I laughed too and said, "I would be perfectly fine making it a regular occurrence."
"I'm sure you would," she said as she rolled back over, lying on her stomach, her upper body on my chest, arms crossed on top of it for her head to rest on. "Actually, I think we need to talk about that."
"Talk about what?" I said, brushing some hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"Us. Whatever this is that is going on. I want to make it clear, that while I'm OK...more than OK...with what we've done and will continue doing, I will still be going home to England at the end of next week. You will not be following me. But, I would still enjoy having you as a friend after this little fling. Is that OK? Or should we just stop now?"
For a second I felt something tighten in my chest, a selfish wish that she'd want more. Then I reminded myself who she was and that this moment was already more than I'd ever expected.
"I'm perfectly OK with having a short fling with Emma Watson and being friends afterwards," I told her.
"Good," she said, flashing her beautiful smile at me. "It gives me a reason to come back to Utah. Or, if you're ever in London, ya know." She pushed her body up, rubbing her breasts across my chest, and gave me a kiss. "So, do we still have time to visit that museum?"
I glanced at a nearby clock and said, "We do still have a couple hours left before they close."
We ended up spending the rest of that day together, going to the museum and getting dinner before I dropped her off back at her hotel. I had hoped for another invitation up to her room, but had to be thankful for a hug and a kiss in my car. I was busy the next two days at the country club with giving tennis lessons, a few private ones and a couple with groups or couples wanting to learn.
I was surprised when Emma started to text me the next morning, keeping up a running conversation as she explored Utah and I worked, wishing I was with her. On the second day, she sent me a message that made my heart skip. "I want to see you tomorrow. I want to go to the zoo and the aquarium. I hear they're both excellent here. Will you be my date to them?"
I couldn't text her back yes fast enough.
Later that night, Emma called me to finish setting up plans. After planning to go to the zoo first, early in the morning before the heat really set in, and then go to the aquarium afterwards. When plans were finalized, Emma surprised me again by saying, "I was thinking about you last night."
"Yeah? What were you thinking about?" I asked her, genuinely curious what a famous megastar would be thinking about. Probably read something about teaching or was reminded of something I had asked her about.
"Let's just say I was in bed, my mind drifting, and I found myself wishing you were there, touching me."
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"You should have called me. I would have been over in a heartbeat."
"Yeah? I guess I'll have to remember that for next time. Or just have you come over tomorrow night after our date."
She said goodbye a few seconds later and I spent the rest of the night dreaming about the possibilities.
I once again picked Emma up at her hotel, telling her that she looked beautiful as I opened the door for her, and received a kiss in return. Her hair was up in that kind of messy ponytail that looks like it took no effort but somehow made her even prettier, a few loose strands framed her face, catching the sunlight and softening everything about her.
She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse, the fabric thin and a little sheer in the light, buttoned just enough to be modest but still teasing a bit of skin. The collar had a delicate ruffle, and the way it brushed her collarbones made it hard not to stare. She'd tucked it into a pair of high-waisted denim shorts, faded and frayed at the edges, showing off just enough leg to make my pulse quicken. A brown belt cinched her waist, pulling the whole thing together like she knew exactly what she was doing, casual, but with intent.
As I drove away from the hotel, she reached over and wrapped her fingers around mine, holding my hand as we made the twenty-minute drive to the zoo. We were some of the first to arrive, waiting in a short line to get in as they opened the gates. We spent a couple of hours at the zoo, viewing all the different animals they had there. Emma was recognized a few times and I greatly admired how she handled it, always with a smile on her face, a friendly word, and eager to take a picture.
We stopped at a Mexican fast food restaurant for lunch after leaving the zoo, discussing the differences between real Mexican food, American Mexican food, and English Mexican food as we ate and drove to the aquarium.
Emma seemed to enjoy the aquarium more than she did the zoo, spending more time admiring the different fish and birds they cared for. She caught me staring at her at one point, and said, "Ya know, we could take a few pictures together, so you don't have to commit everything to memory."
I laughed as I apologized, and we did end up taking a couple of selfies together, including some with her hand on my chest, and her head resting against my shoulder. "Just, don't post them online, OK?" Emma asked and I promised that I wouldn't.
We left the aquarium the same way we came in, holding hands, Emma seemingly acting like it was a perfectly normal thing, and me freaking out on the inside, waiting for something to snap me from reality. Climbing back into the car, Emma said, "So, I don't know about you, but I think we should maybe get something to eat before we head back to the hotel."
"Why is that?" I asked, hoping and praying for the answer I wanted.
"Because I think we might be too busy when we arrived there."
Emma wasn't kidding. We stopped for food, this time getting cheeseburgers, fries, and shakes from In-N-Out, eating it in the car before making our way back to her hotel.
Once we were in her room, Emma had her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to kiss my lips. I eagerly returned the kiss, putting my hands on her hips and walking us towards the living room.
"Go to the bedroom," Emma said, in between kisses.
Once there, I took a brief look at the nicely made king-sized bed, and couldn't wait to see what it would hopefully look like when we were done. Emma grabbed onto the bottom of my shirt and started tugging up on it, briefly pulling away from my lips to pull it over my head.
As we resumed kissing, Emma ran her fingers down my chest, through the hair on it, pausing on my stomach. I started to undo the buttons on her shirt, pulling it off her arms when they were all undone. She had on a simple white bra, one that I quickly unhooked behind her, and she pulled it off, dropping it to the floor.
Emma started to undo the buttons on my jeans as I ended the kiss, moving down to lick and suck on her nipples. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth while using my hand to pinch and rub her right nipple as she pulled my jeans down, immediately slipping one of her hands into my boxers, wrapping it around my shaft and rubbing me up and down as I grew to my full length.
I moved my mouth over to her right nipple as she used her free hand to pull my boxers down, briefly unwrapping her hand from my cock, but only for a second. I helped her pull off my boxers and jeans, leaving me completely naked in front of the British actress.
"I need you in me, Derek," she said, using her grip on my cock to pull me towards the bed.
"Do I have permission to take your panties off this time?"
"God, yes you do," she moaned as she laid down on the bed, already undoing her shorts as I reached for them. She was lifting her hips up as I grabbed onto the top of her shorts, and helped me to pull them and her underwear off in one quick motion.
Emma started to scoot back on the bed, lying in the center of it, as I climbed on it to join her. I put my hands on her knees, pushing them apart, and getting my first full view of her vagina.
She had a thin strip of hair right above it, neatly trimmed, a perfect addition to her. Her lips were plump and moist, ready for me. Emma was already moaning, her chest rising and lowering quickly in anticipation, as I inched forward, putting one hand next to her head to support myself, while wrapping my hand around my cock, aiming it towards her opening.
Right before I penetrated her, forcing myself to hold back from every instinct coursing through my body, I looked at Emma's eyes and asked, "Are you sure? Do I need a condom?"
She smiled up at me and said, "I am so sure and no, you don't."
I inserted my tip into her pussy, moaning as I felt my cock slipping into her as I let go of my cock. I was looking down, watching my cock disappear into her. When my cock was fully inside her, I sat still for a second, amazed at what I was doing. And doing my best to not to blow my load right now.
When I felt comfortable enough, I started to slowly pull out of her, then push back in, using both of my arms to support myself, looking down at her, and watching to see how her face and body reacted to me. As I started to go at a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow, enough to provide us both wih hopefully enough pleasure, she closed her eyes, soft, light moans coming from her mouth.
"Hmm..." she moaned as I slid my cock in and out of her. She kept her legs up above my body, spreading them wide on my sides. With one of her hands, she reached over to my hand closest to it, wrapping her fingers around mine, and squeezing tight. Her other arm went straight out, grabbing onto the bed sheets as I started to go a little harder and a little faster.
"Hmm..." she continued to moan as I watched her breasts moving up and down, going in motion with my cock as I went into her over and over. "Oh my gosh."
I slowed down a bit, lowering my body down and wrapping my arms around her body, giving her a quick kiss before I resumed fucking her. Emma wrapped her legs around my body, pulling me in close as I jackhammered my cock in and out of her. I could feel her nipples pressing and rubbing against my chest as my body moved back and forth on top of hers.
Aa I fucked her, I couldn't get the thought out of my head, "I'm fucking Emma Watson. I've dreamed about this for years. Fantasized about it. Emma Watson is being pleased by my cock. She's moaning because of me."
My face was next to her neck, and I started to kiss her neck as I continued to slid my cock in and out of her. Her arms wrapped loosely around my upper body, her hands rubbing my back, while her legs continued to pull me into her. Her mouth was close to my ear and her moans, a light, breezy, sensual "hmm..." repeated over and over, every time my cock was pushed deep into her.
"Let me on top," she whispered into my ear.
I pushed deep inside her a few times, not wanting this feeling to go away, before I pushed back against her legs. She unwrapped them as I pulled out of her, but kept her arms on me to help pull herself up. We shared a few kisses as we adjusted and I laid down on the bed, my eyes never leaving her body, watching her every movement.
Emma smiled as she took control, wrapping her hand around my cock, softly rubbing it up and down, as she straddled my lap, holding my cock up so that she could slip me back into her waiting pussy. She moaned again as she let go and slid down my shaft. With her legs tucked behind her, rubbing against mine, she put her hands right close to my cock, as she started bounce up and down. I leaned my head back on the pillow, watching as she moved, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feelings coursing through her body.
"Touch me," she breathed out.
I moved my hands over to her hips, gripping on to them both and feeling them moving as she went up and down. Not wanting to disappoint her, I quickly moved them up her body, going over to her chest, and cupping and squeezing her breasts. I squeezed them over and over as she rode me, her moans staying the consistent "hmm..." it had been when I was on top. I moved just my fingers to her nipples, using my thumb and index finger to rub them, making little circles on them.
"Yes, that's it," she moaned, her eyes closed, head tilted slightly back as she bounced on my cock.
I moved my hands back down to her hips, leaving them there, and just enjoying the feeling off her riding me. I tried to keep my eyes opened as much as possible, but having to close them when the feelings started to get too intense. I had to keep reminding myself, "Yes, that's Emma Watson riding you. Yes, you've crushed on her for a long time. Yes, she's just a normal women who just wants to enjoy sex."
"You can't decide if you want your eyes opened or close, can you?" She teased me with a little giggle as she watched me as she rode me.
I laughed too and said, "I want to memorize every second of this, while at the same time, it just feels so good."
"Not gonna lie, you've lasted longer than most guys do the first time, unless we've been together for a while."
"Yeah? Do you usually go on vacation and find somebody to hook up with?" I teased her, beginning to move my hands up and down her body again, brushing against her breasts and nipples before going down to her groin.
"Maybe. Would it bug you if I did?" she countered back as she moved her hands out of the way.
I moved one hand back to her hip, while I placed my other hand on her vagina. I quickly found her clit and started to rub it as I said, "Nope, not at all. As long as you remember me next time you're close Utah."
"Get me to cum and I will."
I continued to rub her clit with my fingers as she rode me, moving my arm up and down as she moved her body. She closed her eyes again, ending the conversation as she went back to moaning. I moved my other hand up, grabbing onto and squeezing her breast as I rubbed a circle on her clit.
"Oh, my gosh!" she loudly moaned suddenly, pressing her body down on mine as she started to orgasm. I felt her pussy clenching around my cock as she came, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her hands coming back to her groin, and pressing my hand tightly into her.
"Yes. Yes. Derek, oh my, yes!"
With her body not moving as much as she climaxed, and knowing that I was close as well, I started to press up and over with my hips. Emma got the hint, rolling off me and landing on her back on the bed. I quickly mounted her again, my cock easily slipping back inside her, and I started trusting back and forth.
Her moans got louder as I slammed into her over and over. I had my hands back by her head on the bed, using them to support myself as I went into her hard and fast, giving her the full length of my cock every time.
"Can I?" I started to ask, unable to finish the question and hoping my meaning was clear.
"Yes," she moaned out, her body moving beneath mine, her hips pressing up into me.
"Fuck!" I moaned and grunted as I started to orgasm, pushing as deep into her as I could get. "My God!" I slowly moved back and forth as I felt the cum erupting out of the tip of my cock. I moved my body back down on her, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace as I finished pumping inside her.
When I was done, our bodies slowly untangled and I rolled off her, laying down on the bed next to her. "Wow," I said out loud as I stared up at the ceiling.
"You ok over there?" Emma said with a giggle, also staring up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths.
"Oh yeah. I just can't believe what just happened," I said. When she asked what I meant, I told her, "Oh, you know, I just had sex at the Grand America Hotel. Never thought that would happen. A dream come true, definitely."