"Hmm..." she moaned softly, as I pushed my cock deep inside her.
"Your moans are so fucking hot," I told her, unable to take my eyes off her and her body.
Emma giggled and said, "That's funny, because I've had so many guys ask me why I'm so quiet. I've even had a few that had a sole goal of getting my moans louder."
"Did it work?"
"Not really. I'm just not a loud person in bed. It still feels good, I just like to show it in other ways."
"I think they're fucking hot. I don't want to hear anything else."
I continued to fuck her, listening to her moans, wishing this night would never end.
"Emma?" I asked, waiting for her to open her eyes and asked what I wanted. "How do you feel about doggy style?"
"I love it," she said and I felt her body immediately starting to move.
I started to shift as well, pulling my cock out of her, and sitting up on the bed as she got onto her knees in front of me. She gave me a brief kiss before she leaned down, getting down on her hands and knees. I was a little confused, moving backwards on the bed to give her room, as to why she didn't turn around but the confusion went away when I felt her tongue on my cock, licking up and down my shaft, before wrapping her lips around my cock again, and bobbing her head up and down my shaft a few times.
"God damn, Emma, you never cease to amaze."
"Gotta make an impression," she said as she pulled her mouth off my cock, and started to turn around.
"You always have," I told her, putting one hand on her hip, and using my other hand to once again guide my cock into her pussy.
As my tip slipped inside her, I let go of my cock, putting my hand on her hip as well. With a bird's-eye view, I looked down and watched as I pushed inside, seeing my cock disappear into her pussy, still in shock at what I was doing.
I held myself there, wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as possible, listening and watching as Emma took a deep breath and released it, moving her body from side-to-side, just waiting for me to start. With my eyes still on our joined together groins, I slowly pulled out to my tip, then pushed back in, going in and out, over and over, working up to a good, steady, pleasurable pace.
Taking one of my hands off her hips, I raised it into the air and brought it down sharply on her ass cheek. Emma moaned a little louder, still not quite what I was used to, but louder than usual, as I did it a few more times, before switching to my other hand and her other buttcheek.
I started to laugh as I watched her cheeks turning slightly red and she asked what was funny. "I hate to say this since we've managed to stay away from it mostly, but with all the movies I've seen you in, the interviews I've listened to, and from following you for years, I never thought you'd be into spanking."
She laughed as well, beginning to push her body back against mine, and said, "You'd be surprised. Maybe one day I'll share the story with how I got into it."
"My God," I moaned putting both of my hands on her hips as I started to thrust into her hard and fast. I had to close my eyes, unable to watch any longer, and not even moving the full length of my cock in and out of her anymore. I was using just the first few inches, knowing they had the most pleasure points for me, honestly forgetting for once who I was inside of, only caring about getting myself off and filling her with my cum.
"Hmm..." she continued to moan, her head hanging down, her loose brown hair covering her face. She slowly moved her body back and forth, meeting me as I pounded into her, over and over, hard and fast.
"Almost there. So close," I warned her, knowing that even if she had wanted to change her mind, it was too close.
"Oh my...yes...ugh!" I grunted loudly as I started to orgasm, losing control of my hips as I slammed into her, hard, fast, with no regard. Her hands slipped on the bed, sending her upper body to the bed, her face turned to the side so that she could moan and breathe as I came inside her.
I dug my fingers into her hips, holding onto her tightly as I continued to fill my cum emptying out of my cock and balls. I was amazed at how much I had and how I was able to still move. When I started to slow down, I pulled out of her, one hand slipping off her hip, my other hand resting on her back as I kneeled back on my legs, trying to catch my breath.
I heard Emma breathing deeply too and looked over, just in time to watch my cum spilling out of her pussy. I laughed and told her about it, getting a laugh out of her. "I'm not surprised. That was intense."
"Worth coming over here for?"
"Definitely."
After getting ourselves cleaned up, we cuddled together until it was time to drive to the airport. She told me that by leaving at two in the morning, she should be back in London at seven that night, just in time to get back to her townhouse, rest and sleep for the night, and attend an event the next morning. She also gave me directions to the private jet hangar that I could drop her off at.
I had never heard of the place as I pulled up to it, called Atlantic Aviation, but from what Emma said, all of the celebrities flying into Utah used it for their private jets. As we pulled up to it, she handed her flight manifest to a guard who had walked out of the building. After her flight was confirmed, I helped take her bags out of my car, handing all of them but one to another worker who had come out. Emma took the one bag, her carry on, and flung it over her shoulder before turning back to me.
"Well," she said, and I held my arms open for her to come into me. "Thank you, Derek."
"It was my pleasure," I replied as we hugged each other close.
"Mine too," she said with a laugh. "So much pleasure."
"Ya know, if you liked Utah in the summer, you definitely need to visit in the winter. Especially if you ski. Or snowboard."
"I do. And I'm planning on it."
"I can't wait."
Emma started to pull slightly away from me, just enough that she could look up at my face, and move forward until our lips met.
The kiss wasn't very long. I couldn't even say it was full of passion. But, it felt right. It felt like everything. We didn't move. Just pressed our lips against one another's. When we started to pull away, our eyes opened, and we both smiled.
"Goodbye, Derek," Emma said.
"Goodbye, Emma."
She turned and started to walk towards the building, the guard holding the door open for her. I thought about running after her, begging her not to go, asking if I could come, but knew it wouldn't work. Instead, as I heard the whine of the jet engine starting, I waited to make sure she got inside.
Pausing at the door, she handed the guard her bag, and turned back towards me. I watched as she jogged in my direction and met her halfway, our arms wrapping around each other.
We shared one last kiss, this one full of passion and never ending, before she pulled away, said, "I'll see you in winter. Text me when it snows," and turned back around, walking quickly into the building and out of my view.