I slowly opened my eyes as my cell phone buzzed on the nightstand beside him. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone to shut off the alarm. It was the end of a terrific month in London. My first trip to Europe hadn't afforded me the opportunity to take in any of the sights, but had still been a thrilling trip.
The bedroom was dimly lit by a thin beam of light that was sneaking between the curtains. As the blurriness of morning escaped my eyes, the room came into focus. Beside me in bed lay the lovely Emma Watson. She was facing away from me, with a thin sheet covering one of her legs and running between her legs, where it was balled up in her arms. The previous night's goodbye was intense and lengthy, leaving both of us hot and sweaty.
Emma's perky butt was barely illuminated by the light creeping in the bedroom, but it was a sight that I made sure to take in one final time. Running my hands along her waist, I leaned over and softly kissed Emma on her back, the kiss caused no effect on her deep slumber.
I knew that Emma had been looking forward to a morning to sleep in for some time, so I chose not to wake her. Over the last month, it was rare to get to wake up and see Emma lying in the bed. With filming finally finished, she would have a couple of weeks to relax before her next project. A final goodbye would have been nice, but I realized that the previous night had given us a goodbye that would be hard to top.
Quietly, I got out of bed and walked over to the clothes I laid out the night before. They were the only clothes that hadn't been packed away in my suitcase. Slipping on jeans and t-shirt, I grabbed my luggage and rolled over to the bedroom door. Before leaving I turned back one final time, "Goodbye, Emma," I whispered.
The last month had been significantly different than any experience I had at this point with The Agency. Emma was a self-described "pleaser". Her happiness was derived from her man's happiness. On that first day, I hadn't really understood what Emma meant by this, but after a month I fully grasped the concept.
For Emma, being a pleaser wasn't necessarily about being a submissive; although she had some submissive tendencies. Being a pleaser meant that she cared as much about my happiness as she did her own. There was a give and take. I worked just as hard to provide happiness for Emma, as she did for me, both sexually and not. It was a unique relationship that not only was rare in my working relationships, but also in my previous personal relationships.
I made my way toward the large staircase and came up to the small library that was located halfway down the hall. Emma said that this was probably her favorite place in the world. For Emma, the library was a sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of a celebrity's life. Decorated in dark wood, the bookshelves held all sorts of books from classics to New York Time best sellers. I'm not much of a reader, but even I took some free time to sit down and read some over the previous month.
Two weeks before, we had one of our most memorable nights together in that small library. It was a rainy night, and a small fire crackled and popped in the fireplace. The fire provided a small amount of light and warmth to the room. Besides the desk located near the wall of books, the only piece of furniture was an oversized chaise lounge that sat near the fireplace.
That lounge is where we found ourselves that night, curled up together enjoying the fire as it flamed nearby. It hadn't taken us long to realize that they both enjoyed being close to one another. Whether it was in the library, movie theater or even the bedroom, it was rare to see us far apart.
While relaxing together, we sat and talked. At some point, the conversation came to a close but the communication didn't. I can still remember the look in Emma's beautiful brown eyes as she stared up at me. Words weren't needed to communicate that Emma was hungry for my lips. I slowly leaned in and we began to kiss.
The kissing was tender but passionate, as we began to explore each other's body with our hands. Articles of clothing began to fly across the room and soon we were both undressed. Emma moved her body on top of mine as our kisses began to make their way down from our lips and on to each other's body.
I could feel Emma slightly adjust position atop of me and slip my hard cock inside her. The warmth of the fire was nothing compared to the comfortable warmth of being inside her. The kissing stopped as Emma began to ride me. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation she was producing. The lounge was the perfect shape for me to lie comfortably on, but still allow Emma to ride me.
The sex, much like the kissing, wasn't hard or fast; but rather, took its time in order to extract every possible ounce of pleasure out of each movement. I opened back up my eyes and watched in wonder as Emma rocked up and down my shaft with ease. The fire was casting a silhouette on the ceiling of Emma's small body at work. It was like getting two views of our intimate moment at the same time.
Emma was an extraordinary lover from start to finish. Every movement she made from foreplay until orgasm was smooth and fluid. It was the first time I had ever been with someone where you didn't have the occasional awkward kiss or uncomfortable movement. It was as if our bodies were meant to work together as one.
Her breasts bounced ever so slightly in my face and her brown hair rubbed against my chest as she leaned closer to me. "I'm so close," she whispered with a moan.
That was all I needed to hear to finish me off. My cock pulsated inside her as I could feel my cum spraying free. As my cock began to calm, she reached her pay off as well. It was as if she needed to feel my warmth inside her before she could push herself to climax. She let out a small gasp, followed by some light moans. She threw her shoulders back, as if the pleasure was try to pull her away.
Out of breath she collapsed forward onto my chest. Our bodies clung to each other as our hearts tried to calm down from the excitement. For a while, we just laid in each other's arms, enjoying the closeness as the fire finally burned out.
The room was far less exciting now then it was on that night a few weeks prior. Ash sat in the fireplace and the room was quiet. It might have been Emma's favorite room in the house for all of the books, but it was my favorite for a much different reason.
I continued to walk down the hall and made it to the top of the staircase. At the base of the stairs was a sitting room, which was one of the least utilized rooms in the entire house. However, Emma and I found a use for it during our first week together.
In our first week, Emma had a small charity event that she was required to attend, equipped with a red carpet appearance. Like most celebrities, Emma had dresses from a number of designers sent to the house so she could choose which outfit would be best for the evening. While I am no expert on high fashion, I offered to give her my opinions on the different outfits, which she greatly appreciated.
One thing that Emma wanted to ensure was that the dress was comfortable enough to walk in and looked good on her body. She told me to wait in the sitting room and she would change into each dress upstairs and would walk down the stairs to model them for me.
Taking my seat, I waited for Emma to get ready. The initial wait was the longest, as she ensured that her hair and make-up looked the way that she had planned on wearing it the next evening. After some time I could hear the clicking of high heels on the hardwood floor of the upstairs hallway. I looked up and saw Emma appear at the top of the staircase.
A huge smile was on Emma's face as she stared down at me. Her brown hair was curled and pulled partially up. She wore a minimal amount of make-up, allowing her natural features to shine through while using the slightest touches of make-up to highlight her best features.
As she made her way down the staircase, the dress came into view. It was a knee length bright yellow dress that was form fitting from top to bottom. The color of the dress went well with her hair color and the snugness of the dress showed off her figure nicely, although it wasn't quite as flattering in the chest.
