God, this hotel is beautiful I thought as we entered the lobby of the Paris Hilton (Oddly enough, neither Emmett nor I liked the heiress who bore the same name). Not that we'll be spending much time anywhere near this part of the hotel I added.

We checked in and Emmett led me up to the honeymoon suite. He opened the door and swept me into his, carrying me bridal-style over the threshold. After so many years of marriage and so many honeymoons, it still never got old. "I love you Rosalie," he said kissing me lightly on the lips.

"Love you too Emmett," I kissed him back. He set me on the bed and crawled over me, removing the clothes from both of us in one quick move. He knows I'm not a fan of foreplay, and neither is he. Just another way we're perfect for each other.

Foreplay aside, he captured my lips with his and ran his hand down my side, rubbing my clit a little to make sure I was wet enough. I moaned a little in frustration as hovered over me while teasing me with his fingers. He slid one inside me and I broke the kiss.

"Emmett, stop playing around and make love to me already,"

"Your wish is my command," he said, removing his finger and finally sliding his member deep into my core.

"God, yes," I moaned in ecstasy. He took a moment to absorb the sight in front of him, me with my head thrown back and my back arched, and then he pulled back out and thrust back in, harder this time. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued this, sending me closer to the edge with ever thrust of his huge cock.

He brought his hand to my breast and squeezed gently before taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged slightly. This sent me tumbling over the edge and I screamed his name, tightening my legs around him. After a few more thrusts, Emmett came, and my name came from his lips not as a scream like his had come from mine, but as a moan and I could feel so much love in it that he might as well have screamed it from the roof.

I never felt so complete as I did when I made love to Emmett, and when he pulled out of me and laid down on the bed next to me, I felt like a part of me is missing.

"That was amazing," he said after a short while.

"I know," I said, snuggling myself close to him. I could feel his member hard again pressing on my thigh, and I knew that this was going to be a long and wonderful weekend.