This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 2.
Recap - Roger and Emma express their newfound love for each other, discussing the oddity of it happening after only a few days of being together as they sit down and get to know more about each other. In doing so, they found that their love was true and not fleeting. Having lost her virginity now, Emma's sexuality goes into overdrive, and she begins to consider things she'd never imagined she would be interested in. One thing is certain, though: Roger will be the only man for her for the rest of her life.
The characters in this story are all 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.
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The next week went by quickly for Roger and Emma. He returned to work with meetings and staff evaluations to complete, but he had a hard time focusing on his duties. His mind wandered each day with only thoughts of her. Emma went back to campus for her classes and had the same problem. They only felt whole again when they were together.
Throughout the week Roger kept asking if Emma wanted to do something together during his two weeks of leave. At first, she was unsure because of her classes, but on Friday she let herself into his house with the key he had entrusted to her and waited for Roger to arrive. She had grown more comfortable being in his house while he wasn't home, all at his insistence, so she decided to have a good meal waiting for him. Unfortunately, there was little time to make something spectacular, so she ordered out.
The table was set and she was filling the wine glasses when she heard the door open. "Lucy, I'm home!" she heard Roger say in a poor Ricky Ricardo impersonation.
"Dinner is on the table," she called back.
He smiled, enjoying the semblance of domestic life that they had shared off and on during the week. "It smells great. Did you make it?" He looked at the table. "Is that--"
"Seared scallops with brown butter and lemon sauce, roasted broccoli with bleu cheese, yeast rolls, and of course, a nice salad."
"This must have taken you ages to make," he said as he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "You amaze me."
"I didn't make it," she said. "I didn't have time, but I wanted something special for you when you got home, so I ordered out."
"Well, then you made an amazing choice." He went to the sink and washed up. "Do you need help with anything before we eat?"
"Nope. It's ready when you are."
Sitting, they dug into the meal in front of them, both enjoying it immensely. "Wow," she said. "I agree. This was an amazing choice."
He smiled. "So, did you want something special just because? Or did something special happen?"
"Your vacation starts today," she said. "I know that we hadn't really decided on anything, and you were leaving it up to me. So, today, I decided."
"Oh? What's the plan, then?"
"Pack your luggage," she said as she popped a scallop into her mouth. "I'm taking you home."
It took a moment for him to realize what she meant. He didn't need luggage to visit her townhome. "Montana," he said.
"I hope that's okay?"
"I'm assuming you'll be with me the whole time," he replied, "so there's no place I'd rather be. And it means something, you know? It's another step forward in our relationship, getting to see where you grew up, what you did for fun."
"I just wish Mom and Dad were still there so you could meet them."
"I would have liked that," Roger replied earnestly. "They may not have been too thrilled about me, though."
"Because of the age difference?" she asked. "Dad, yeah, maybe, but Mom? I think she would have been happy that I found my person. If you were fifty?" She chuckled. "Oh yeah, Mom would have freaked."
"When do we leave?"
"I thought you'd want to sleep before a flight, but we could leave tonight if you want." She folded a leg under her as she sat.
"How does that work? Were they flexible flight tickets or something?"
She almost looked guilty when she answered him. "Private jet."
He dropped his fork and quickly picked it back up again. "I, uh, guess I need to get used to the whole 'dating a girl with money' thing." He looked up at her. "I'm sorry. I don't really know how to process that sort of thing. It's just very foreign to me."
"It's all I've known," she said with a shrug, "but despite all of the things I had growing up, Mom did her best to make sure that I didn't turn out to be some sort of self-centered, diva narcissist."
He raised a glass. "Then here's to your mother for doing an amazing job."
"So, leave tonight or in the morning?"
"Tomorrow," he said as he finished his food. "Because tonight, there's a gorgeous woman that I have strong, lustful desires for."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, the beginnings of a smile starting to appear.
"Oh yeah," he replied. "She has a body that would put Aphrodite to shame, is smarter than Da Vinci and Aristotle combined, and has me wrapped around her tiny, sensual fingers."
"Da Vinci
and
Aristotle?" she said with a laugh. "You're laying it on a little thick, aren't you?"
"Honesty, always," he replied as he stood to take her hand, pulling her up to him. He began kissing her, then moved to her neck and shoulder, the pink tank top she had on giving him the access he needed. With a hand on her bottom, he squeezed and looked at her with a smile. "You still have it in, eh?" he asked. When she gave him a naughty smile he asked, "Is it time?"
She bit her bottom lip and nodded again, putting her lips close to his ears. "I want you," she said as she slid a hand down to his crotch, "to fuck my tiny, little asshole and make my legs shake."
With her hands on him, she felt an immediate change in the size of his cock. She knew he was ready and willing.
He loved it when she talked dirty to him. She very rarely said anything like it in other situations, so it really got his motor running when she did it. And he could feel its effect in his pants.
She began removing her clothing as she walked down the hallway to his bedroom. She removed her shirt and tossed it on the floor in the kitchen, then slid her shorts off at the entrance to the hall. Next her bra came off and was tossed into the den as she passed, and then paused at the door to the bedroom, leaned down at the waist and slowly removed her bikini briefs, giving Roger a good view of the shiny plug in her bottom and her incredibly sexy lips.
Emma turned around briefly to curl her finger, beckoning Roger to her. She licked her lips seeing that he had taken off his shirt. She loved his body. He didn't have a gut, likely from his years of military training and because he still worked out regularly. He had the hard, muscular type of body that came not from spending every day in the gym but from working hard hauling things and doing physical labor. As she ducked into the room, she saw that he was unbuttoning his pants. She popped her head back out so she could see what he was bringing to the party.
As he approached the door, she ran to jump on the bed and crawled to the middle on her hands and knees, shaking her ass at him as he walked in.
"I have died and gone to heaven," he said as his hand instinctively went to his cock and started stroking. Over the past week he saw that she liked it when he played with himself, and he liked it that she smiled as she watched him. They had even sat across from each other one night masturbating, just to watch each other. She had laughed happily when his first eruption had sprayed across the distance and landed on her stomach.
"Your angel awaits, then," she said as she reached back between her legs and spread her lips for him.
Now on the bed and kneeling behind her, he guided his head between her beautifully spread lips and began sliding into her. She moaned as he sank to the hilt and began sliding in and out of her slowly. "Pull it out, Roger. I want you to see what's waiting for you."
He kept thrusting and slowly pulled the plug out of her. She had let him insert this one after she thought she was ready for it. Being the largest one, it was a bit tougher to get in the first time, but easier after having had the medium sized plug in. He couldn't take his eyes off her as the plug came out.
"You want it, don't you?" she asked. "You want to fuck me in the ass," she said, almost demanding it. "But...you know, carefully."
As he pulled out of her, she handed him a bottle of lube. He rubbed some on the sexy little hole waiting for him and on the head of his cock. This was the first time they would be having anal sex, hell it was his first time doing it as well. And other than a few plugs and his fingers, Emma hadn't had anything in there either. He was both excited and nervous.
"Are you sure this is the position you want to do it in?" he asked as he circled his head around the little pucker. "Will you be able to relax enough this way?"
She nodded.
