Emma was an odd mix, he noticed that she barely looked at him as he removed his jeans and underwear, perhaps he was nervous but for some reason he left his t shirt on. It seemed that he felt like he just had to do this, to have sex with her before she either became offended again or changed her mind or they simply never saw each other again. Sometimes opportunities existed in the moment only and he learned from his younger pre rock star days that opportunities with women, if missed, were often impossible to have a second chance at.<br/><br/>Jason never took anything for granted. He wasn't as cocky as he came across in his music videos or interviews. He didn't assume that Emma had come over for sex. He knew it was a possibility of course but his mind just didn't work that way. So he was surprised that they found themselves where they were so quickly. He thought at most, she might make out with him a little, perhaps a hand job. Something slow but he also understood how just going all the way as it were made sense too. She was also making the most of the opportunity and her current state of courage while she had it.<br/><br/>He heard her whimper and giggle as he slid himself inside her, his being the second cock ever to be inside her. He listened to her as she accomodated his size, making it clear that he was bigger than her husband. He could feel it too, not quite tearing at her but definitely broadening her shores as the author Henry Miller described it. It was an amazing and unique feeling for him as so many of the women he had been with were experienced and at times even sloppy below.<br/><br/>He kissed her passionately as she said he was big, saying it hurt, he was waiting for her to tell him to stop that this was all a bad idea that in some way she could still walk it back as thought nothing had happened.<br/><br/>"I can feel it hurting you.. I can feel you stretching around me...uh..." he exclaimed, her tight pussy almost choking his shaft in the most exquisite manner. He moved into her more, slowly but surely penetrating her, it was more like making love than an illicit quick hard fuck. He moved in more so that almost his entire length was now inside her, he was still an inch or so in the cold.<br/><br/>"I love this.. I mean.. not just the sex... but with you... being inside you..." he said to her, was he falling in love with Emma? He knew she meant more to him than just some kind of fling but what he was feeling how this was progressing was different to him. He had never felt like this before during sex.