Chester Bennington - Together in art

Fifty.

Emma woke up the next day so light-headed that she genuinely believed the events of the previous night had been nothing but a blissful dream. After they made up, Chester warmed a cup of tea for Emma who was starting to feel sick from waiting in the rain. He then embraced her in his arms and cuddled her in so she wouldn't feel cold. However, Emma woke up slightly constipated, which realistically was to be expected, and when she opened her eyes, Chester was already in the bath.

Unlike Emma, Chester had been unable to get a wink of sleep all night, mainly, because he didn't want to close his eyes and run the risk that she would no longer be there when he opened them again.

He watched her sleep, silently cried, and thanked God for having her back. He thanked Emma herself with an affectionate kiss against her forehead for saving his life by saying the words he had only dreamed of hearing. And even though he hadn't slept all night, he couldn't close his eyes.

Around 7 a.m. Chester went to his living room to work out as he does every morning. It helped him acquire energy for the day, although he was convinced that all the excitement he was feeling in his chest would keep him awake for the days ahead. Emma loved him; nothing else mattered.

Hearing the water running in the shower, Emma got out of bed and peeked into the bathroom, nibbling her lip at the sight of Chester's naked, defined body. The body she had drawn so much. Emma tried very hard, but there was no painting that truly portrayed how gorgeous the book editor really is.

She took off her clothes and walked to the shower.

"Good morning," Emma said soothingly as she hugged Chester from behind.

The feeling of the hot water on her skin made her shiver.

Chester immediately turned around and kissed her fervently.

"Good morning," he said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like I haven't slept in weeks," she said with a cheerful smile. "I don't want to leave your arms, but I have to go to the museum in an hour. Will you have lunch with me?"

"Definitely, anything you want," he told her, kissing her neck and feeling relaxed with the water falling on his back and Emma's soft body against his.

Emma kissed his cheek and playfully nibbled his ear, which caused him to let out a moan.

"Don't do that," he warned her.

"What?" she bit his ear again, but this time she finished by sucking on it. "This?"

He felt his body waking up, and Emma felt the effect it had on him.

"Yes, that..." he whispered.

"And what are you going to do if I continue?"

Chester looked at her with a penetrating gaze that made her tremble. His hand went down her back, feeling every curve, every perfection and imperfection that he worshiped, he felt her ass and squeezed it for a moment, but trailed his hand to the front, seeking the middle of the legs of the artist who was already struggling to get air into her lungs.

"You won't be at the museum in an hour," he said, exploring the entrance in her core and penetrating her immediately with two fingers.

Emma moaned and buried her head in his neck, biting the skin of his shoulder and moaning as Chester penetrated her with his fingers, increasing the pace and intensifying the movement as she became more soaked. The sound his hand made against her skin as the water washed over them was obscene and echoed through the bathroom and into the rest of the house. Emma's moans increased as he curved his fingers up and searched for her pleasure point and it only made him more aroused.

With his unoccupied hand, Chester removed Emma's head from his shoulder seizing her hair. He kissed her clumsily, equally feeling a burning in his erection that was pulsing with the expectations of feeling her once again.

Emma felt her orgasm building and Chester's urgent, desperate kiss only made her jump to the peak and let out a moan as she released the fluids of her climax. Emma orgasmed on his fingers and Chester began to slow the pace to let her enjoy the moment.

However, he couldn't wait for her to enjoy it to the fullest.

Giving her one last kiss, the aroused book editor turned Emma around, rammed her against the wall, and penetrated her from behind, giving her no time to recover from her orgasm. He started with a lively, merciless rhythm, producing even more noise as his hips slammed against Emma's ass.

Emma moaned loudly at each thurst and that was precisely what he wanted.

He grabbed her auburn hair to be firmer in his movements, but that only brought the artist closer to her second orgasm. On the other side, Emma knew that Chester wanted to cum too, but he was holding back. He wanted to tire her out, he wanted to leave her overwhelmed by the feeling of being possessed like that under the warm water. And so he continued to fuck her against the wall, stopping only to turn her around to face him, pull her onto his lap, and continue to penetrate her without slowing the crazy pace that wasn't enough to satisfy how much he needed to have her.

When he felt he couldn't take it anymore, he looked into her eyes with the most humble look Emma had ever seen.

"I love you," she whispered.

Upon hearing such pleasant words, Chester's gaze melted, and Emma swore tears had formed in his lustful eyes. She couldn't be certain because Chester concealed his face in her breasts and quickened his pace, cumming seconds later.

He slowed the pace of his hips, releasing the rest of his juice inside Emma, catching his breath without removing his head from her chest.

Emma kissed his head and closed her eyes as she felt him pulsating inside her.

"Hey," she called out. Chester looked at her with a satisfied but slightly lost look. "I love you, Chester. I love you with all that I am."

"Really?"

Emma captured his charming face with her soft hands.

"I will tell you every day if I have to. I love you and always will," she said, pressing her lips against his. "You are the love of my life, and no one else."

A smile appeared on his face and he planted a kiss on her nose.

"I love you. More than my own life. You don't know, Em... You don't know how important you are... Don't leave me, ever again, for any reason."

"Never again."

"Don't hide things from me. No matter how ugly they are," he begged her.

"I won't do it again."

"Promise me."

"I promise," she said.