Sunlight peeked through the open curtain, spreading weak rays of warmth across the twisted bodies on the bed. The golden light shone across the expanse of Emmett's legs and back, making his skin glisten with each movement of muscle. He knelt comfortably on the bed; his body settling over Bella's sleeping form, blocking her closed eyes from the harsh light.
Her back was peppered with light pecks, her skin tingling as his fingers rubbed each tender spot, pressing into the warm flesh. Her body still ached from the previous night's activities, and despite it being the day after, her cunt was still tender, and satisfyingly raw. She could faintly remember, in her dreamy state, the feel of him sliding into her, the satisfying stretch and fill, the embarrassing sounds she had made…
It had been two days since the start of their "Activities" And Bella already could feel her life unraveling beneath her. The obsessions, the ties she had thought her heart held for her distant fiancé seemed to fall away, insignificant compared to the torrent of emotion she felt now. Lust, love, freedom. With Edward, everything was unhealthily over-dramatized, sucking the life from her. That wasn't love. She didn't think she even knew what love felt like. All she knew was how good it felt when Emmett caged her to the bed, the lack of fear when his eyes turned black, and the absolute protectiveness. She needed that. She didn't know if it was love, but she wouldn't trade it for anything. She hadn't realized it before. He didn't hover over her, check her messages, check where she was going and why. He wasn't controlling, obsessive and out-right annoying. He gave her is phone number and told her to text him every so often so he knew she was safe. It made Bella feel… Useful, like she wasn't this petty doll that couldn't look after herself. He didn't touch her with hesitation, and if it weren't for her knowledge in his true strength, she would've thought that their intimacy was no different from anyone else's. He didn't hold back himself, he growled, and purred and didn't grow sensitive when the topic of her transformation came up. He supported her, smiling at her quirks and allowing her to visit Jacob as long as she stayed careful and kept in contact. It wasn't petty, there was no jealousy with Emmett, she didn't have to prove herself to him, and he didn't push her to Jacob with his doubts and constant bitching. And although it was wrong, and it should've sent guilt over her, drowning her. It only highlighted the contrasts between the two men, and how stupid she had been to ignore them.
His fingers curled around her hip, kneading the tender flesh as his breath whispered over her neck, and her eyes fluttered open, her head turning to the side a she glanced up at him. "Emmett…" She squirmed, laughing as his touches tickled over her back, shuddering as he reached the small of her back. "Emmett, they're coming back today, we have to clean this room." They had both decided to keep their relationship secret, stay with their respective spouses so as to keep the peace of the household. Emmett feared that if he left Rosalie, she would wreak havoc on the Cullen's, go on some type of sick vengeance. Bella worried that Edward would turn suicidal…it didn't make them happy though, knowing they would have to watch the other with another.
He huffed, burying his nose into her shoulder and inhaling. She smiled; rolling over, her hand coming up to his face. Her eyes softened. She leaned up, brushing her lips against his softly, before moving back down. He followed, pressing his mouth against hers, the kiss deep and turning her brain to mush. Finally he pushed up, climbing from the bed. Black silk sheets falling at his feet, and pulled her up with him. Grinning down at her, pulling her against his chest. Her breasts pressed against his skin, she sighed at the sensation, his skin rubbing against her peak, her hands wrapping around his waist.
His hands rubbed up her back, and he pressed her closer, a growl ripping from his chest as he relished the feel of her soft, warm, supple body pressed against his naked form. She sighed, leaning into him, feeling the harness of his body slide against her skin, whimpering as his thigh pressed between her legs.
"How are we going to make this work Emmett?" She whispered, feeling him pull her closer, his fingers spreading over the small of her back. "It doesn't matter Bella, do you honestly think I'm going to allow something like this to stop me from having you..." She shuddered, his voice deepening with an undercurrent of lust as his fingers kneaded her hips. Her eyes closed at his words. "You're mine remember." She moaned, amazed by how massively his words affected her.
She had decided to spend the night at his house, giving Emmett the ability to have her over every surface in the large mansion. He had fucked her in both Edward's room and his own, and Bella worried that their smells would be too obvious, Emmett had relished the idea of leaving his scent all over her. He had grinned down at her, silencing her qualms by thrusting into her and making her mind dizzy with lust.
It was the morning of the Cullen's arrival, and already she could see the knowledge dampening Emmett's mood. She understood his worry, and wished she could convince him that he was both the first and the last man to touch her. But despite her worries, the disappeared when he pulled her back into the bed, silencing her with a series of well placed touches and words.
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She ran her fingers over the smooth expanse of the black marble, for the first time realizing that she had never touched this piano before. The ivory keys were glistening, and at first glance anyone would think that it had never been touched before. A bitterness rose in her, he was willing to pay so much attention to his piano, yet he left her wanting each and every single time, she couldn't find it in herself to be sorry for her infidelity.
She gasped as two hands wrapped over her stomach, pulling her out of her trance, wiping away her bitter thoughts... Her back met with the cold, hard expanse of Emmett's chest, but despite the cold, the touch made her feel unbearably warm. His hands travelled down, whispering over the hem of her jeans. His thumbs hooked under the material, and she bit her lip when he tugged them down.
"Emmett, we can't, they'll smell it…" She groaned half-heartedly, but despite her protests she pressed closer. It felt new, completely surreal, as if this were her first relationship. He held her like he meant it, like every pore in his body wanted to meld them together. He caught the material of her panties, and Bella waited in baited breath as his hands stopped, fingers rubbing the sensitive flesh of her thigh. Then he carried on, pulling both pieces of clothing down her legs. And despite her protests, she found herself stepping out of the material, letting it pool at her feet, her lower body completely bare. She sucked in a breath as his hand moved between her thighs, cupping the warm flesh, kneading the skin.
"I love the fact that you're not bare." He breathed into her hair, pulling her closer. She blushed, her heartbeat thumping loudly in her ear. "So warm, so fucking soft." She swallowed, turning to look at him through one eyes, opening her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a weak cry. His finger slid into her core, a soft growl forming from his chest at the silk warmth.
"E-Emmett, they-"She whimpered, trying to tell him the others would be here in an hour, they shouldn't. But as the finger moved further, pushing into her core, not nearly as big as she preferred, but still making her wish he wouldn't stop, she found herself not caring. He rubbed is nose up the column of her neck, inhaling. "We don't have to do anything, I just want to play." He crooned, eyes alight with mischief. He moved her forward, till her hands were resting against the cold surface of the piano, her body leaning forward. His body knelt behind her, hands spreading her legs, his finger pulling out, and she whimpered at the loss, leaning her head against the marble.
"You smell delicious Bella…" His nose ran along the curve of her ass, inhaling her scent as his hands enveloped her hips, pulling her back. She gasped, looking back at him in shock and slight confusion. A red tinge covering her warm cheeks. He grinned up at her, before leaning down between her thighs and pressing his nose against her centre. She bit her lip, shuddering at the cool texture as his breath swept over her wet skin. "Fuck, just want to devour you." He groaned, his tongue swiping across her entrance, causing her hands to grasp the edge of the piano, her eyes closing as pleasure coursed through her body.
She whimpered, her center quivering as his cold tongue breached her entrance, pushing inside of her, the cool texture causing her to bite her lip to stop the sounds which tried to escape. Her nails dug into the marble, and she noticed the light scratches over the surface, not caring that Edward would surely notice the damage on his beloved instrument. He moved inside of her, lathing her walls, before pulling out and rubbing her clit. Her brow furrowed, her arms shaking as her release drew closer.
"Emmett…" She reached a hand back, gripping the material of his shirt, "Please…" She tried to pull him up, but he was too strong. He pulled back, his chin and nose wet as he smirked up at her. "Tell me what you want Bella, can't do anything unless I know" She growled, and the sound was a meager comparison to his own, but fuck if it didn't turn him on.
"I want to see you…" Her cheeks heated up, her voice soft and unsure. You would think by now, after having been in several suggestive positions, she would've gained some confidence, but the inkling of insecurity in her gut kept her ties down. This was Emmett, big, strong with a body built of steel, and the ability to turn even a nun into a simpering mess of need and lust. He had Rosalie, why would he want someone like Bella, who had no clue what she was doing. She lowered her eyes, curious. The thought of seeing him eat her out made her core gush with liquid heat. She didn't hear him move until his hands encircled her waist, and she was slowly turned. He pressed her front against his chest, and lowered his lips to press against hers. Her hand moved to clutch his hair, fingers threading through the dark locks. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and she moaned as her taste ran into her mouth.
She gasped as he pulled her up, his hands on her waist. Placing her neatly on the surface of the piano, her legs hanging off the side. The kiss broke, and she frowned as he pulled away, a smile on his dimpled cheeks. He grasped her ankles, moving them so they stood apart, her thighs separating and revealing the wet centre between. She gasped as her lips spread, her cunt vulnerable to his inspection. His pupils dilated, and he stepped forward, reminding her of a lion on the prowl. She whimpered, already eager for his touch, and resisted the urge to reach down and touch herself.
His hands curved around her thighs, and he pressed several kisses over her stomach, making Bella blush. She wasn't model material, her skin bunched when bent in this position and it looked unflattering in her opinion, but the look in his eyes stayed adoring and dark as he moved down. She waited in breathless anticipation as he reached her thigh, his eyes closing and a low growl flowing from his chest, he looked as much a predator as the beasts she often saw on the Documentaries Charlie watched, and it sent heat through her body.
It felt like her body was burning, resisting the urge to thrust up; she bit her lip as he blew a gust of cold air onto the quivering flesh. Her hips twitched, and she watched as his head lowered. The feel of his tongue against her heated body made every intelligent thought fall from her mind, her body arching up as her mouth fell open in a soundless scream for more. His hands grasped her hips, keeping them still, and she whined in frustration, wanting to press herself closer.
She gasped as he pushed in a finger, his tongue pressing against her clit, and felt the unbearable tension in her stomach begin to tighten. "Emmett, please… more…" She begged, unconsciously reaching down to thread her fingers in his hair and rock her hips against him.
She gasped as he pulled her closer, inhaling her scent and releasing a heavy groan at how amazing she smelt. He pulled her lower body from the table, burying his face into her heat, his tongue flattening and circling her clit before paying attention to her entrance. Pushing in, and spreading the heavy muscle, feeling her walls tighten. Liquid gushed over his tongue, and he licked it up, cleaning her of all her juices, causing her to release a desperate cry. He lifted her knees, placing them over his shoulder, licking and circling the small bud. One hand moved between her legs, and he pressed in two fingers, stretching her entrance as he pressed against her clit.
"Oh- Ah- Emmett- I'm going to- I can't" Her hips bucked, her head falling back onto the cool surface. Her hands gripped his hair, nearly tearing the strands as the ecstasy tore through her limbs, stealing her breath away. She heard, beyond the haze of pleasure, a feral snarl, and a loud crack "Oh God, Yes!" Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she felt him lift her from the piano, pressing her against his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist. She felt her body go boneless, small whimpers falling from her lips as she struggled to regain her breath. Responding eagerly when he pressed their lips together. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it made her press herself closer against his chest, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
When she regained her breath, she slumped in his arms, pressing her forehead against his shoulder and releasing a satisfied moan. He chuckled, pulling her back. "You still alive?"He teased. She smiled lazily, nodding, "I'm getting there…" He laughed, placing her down on the ground and catching her when her legs nearly gave out beneath her.
She furrowed her brow, gripping his forearm. "You didn't-"She flushed, swallowing, "You didn't come…" He smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her lips and whispering against in her ear. "I don't need to Bella, seeing you like that was enough for me." She flushed, the lump in her throat tightening, until he reached out and dragged her mouth up against his.
"You were so beautiful Bella." He breathed, "And I wanted to fuck you so badly…" Her body heated up, and she wished he would. "But I can't, not right now, they'll be here in twenty minutes." She froze, her eyes widening and she nodded, leaning up to press a kiss against his lips.
"Thank You Emmett." He smiled, cupping her cheek, before letting go and picking up her fallen jeans and panties. She took them from his offered hand and smiled, putting them on. The piano had body imprints in it, and no matter how much Bella wiped, the cracks would not disappear.
"He's going to be so angry." She breathed; amazed that she didn't feel as guilty by it as she should. He leaned up behind her, and grinned, his fingers running over the indents. "Now whenever he plays for you Bella, all you'll see is these scratches, and all you'll think about is my face buried between your legs making you scream. His hand ran up her arm and she shuddered, glancing back at him and managing to crack a smile.
"They're about to arrive." He said softly, his smile falling as he stepped back. She reached for him, her eyes softening. The little courage she had, she gathered and she hugged him, her arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him as close to her as possible. "It won't end here Emmett; you promised me I was yours." He smiled, his hand resting on her waist before he pushed her back, and grabbed her hand, "That you are Bella." He said, grinning wolfishly, pulling her to the family room.
Their hands fell away as the family walked in, and Emmett watched as Edward rushed forward, his arms wrapping around Bella's body, pulling her close. "Ah love, I missed you." He crooned, and Emmett turned away, ignoring Bella's reply in response. Rosalie ignored him, walking past and leading up the stairs, and he had to smirk at the coldness.
Alice's eyes were fixed on him, and he stared at the pixie, defying her gaze, daring her to speak up. Instead she stormed past, with confused Jasper in toe, he knew they would have to talk, he loved Alice and couldn't stand her being angry for long, and she was like a sister to him...
"So love, how was these past three days in my absence?" Edward asked, and Emmett had to stop himself from snarling at how idiotically stupid his brother sounded, so confident that Bella had been lost without his presence, if only he knew… He waited for her answer. Would she lie, say it was terrible, making him feel as if his presence was wanted, needed…
"It was amazing Edward." She said happily, and Emmett had to stop himself from smiling at the sweetness in her voice. She sounded so innocent, and he had to stop the urge to mentally smack himself for how weak he sounded with all these feelings.
"What did you do? He asked, and Emmett looked back at them watching Bella from over Edward's shoulder. His smile warm, and deceivingly innocent.
Their eyes connected, and she bit her lip, "I hardly left my bed." She responded, her eyes innocent, and Edward bought it, grinning and assuming that by that statement she meant that she was so depressed in his absence.
Emmett left the room, struggling to hide his smile, listening to Edwards's confusion as Bella laughed in the other room.