Emma’s heart clenches inside her chest whenever Jason addresses her as ‘baby.’ As if that was the thing that was going to break apart her strong exterior. A pet name. Regardless, it made her squirm in delight since hearing such a sweet pet name coming from her celebrity crush was quite magnificent. Despite the intimacy that it held within its letters. Tingles shivered down her spine whenever she felt Jason caress at her wet, blonde hair, and she looks up into his gaze whenever he suggests that he should use protection from now on. Joking that Daniel would probably not be too fond of fathering a child that isn’t his. Emma couldn’t help but chuckle, always finding Jason’s charming, humorous side one of his most admirable traits. It was one of the first things she fell head-over-heels for when first introduced to his music and later researching deeper into his interviews and live concerts.<br/><br/>Watching the young man, now fully naked before her, lean down towards her face in order to initiate a kiss, Emma’s stomach erupts in butterflies. His lips meet hers as they stand underneath the spray of water, and the constant drenching affect of the shower made it seem like it was raining. (Even though hot rain would probably not be good for the environment and most definitely proceed the end days). His lips were so soft... plush.. addicting. Emma exhales slowly from her nose as she returns his sweet kiss, and one of her hands naturally rises to touch and caress at his neck and jawline. It felt like they were in the midst of a romance movie. It felt like reality didn’t exist, and only the two of them, pressed against one another in the shower, were the only people in the world. Their lips part with a resounding wet pop, and Emma harshly breathes out a held in gasp before weakly chuckling to herself. It felt incredibly weird to kiss someone who is not her husband, and yet when her eyes looked up and studied Jason’s face, she felt as though she could kiss his lips all day long and never get bored of it.<br/><br/>What was she doing... What was she getting herself into.. Digging her grave deeper and deeper the more she kissed Jason underneath the hot shower spray. She’d dig to the opposite side of the world if truly given the chance, and that alone spoke volumes. That’s when she notices a warm prod against her stomach as the two kissed. It was difficult to ignore it, and it was quite obvious that Jason was enjoying this moment with the young wife. A blush scorches her cheeks, and she breaks their kisses once again in order to address the situation growing and hardening before her. But how would she go about that? Does she pleasure him on her knees? Does she risk condom-less sex a second time and up her chances of getting pregnant? Her womb screams from within at the thought, but she pushes those feelings aside as she meets Jason’s slightly embarrassed gaze. Her knees it is.<br/><br/>Gliding her hands down along his toned arms and holding Jason’s hands, Emma silently lowers herself to her knees. Her eyes looking up and trying to not break contact with his. She wanted him to know that he could stop her at any time. She wanted him to know that she was willingly doing this out of the guilty goodness of her heart instead of feeling like she’s forced to do so. Resting her hands on his hips and lowering herself eye-level to his already throbbing and occasionally twitching manhood, Emma exhales a shaky breath.<br/><br/>Here goes. Leaning forward and wrapping her luscious pink lips around the head of his cock, she looks up at him before beginning to slowly bob her head. Her lips gliding up and down about a third of his shaft before involving her tongue. Flattening it and feeling and tasting his post-sex musk mixed with the sweet remainders of her own cum. Her eyes flutter, closing and focusing her attention and energy into pleasuring the celebrity standing before her in the hotel shower.