No Turning Back

I so want to be Bella in this chapter. Just sayin' ...

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DISCLAIMER: All characters created and owned by Stephenie Meyer. I simply play with them for my own amusement.

~xxXxx~

CHAPTER 2

Bella's POV

He sat back on his heels looking down at me with undisguised anticipation. In his eyes I saw the predator, his true nature, ever present beneath that perfect exterior. I licked my lip at that slightly disturbing thought but couldn't deny the fact that it excited me. I stretched out, unfastening the belt of my jeans and releasing the zipper. Then, in one movement, I raised my legs and slowly pushed the denim down over my thighs and knees, finally letting the garment slide over the edge of the bed on to the carpet. I was now naked apart from panties and very obviously wet from Emmett's ministrations. His eyes slid down to my thighs; I could feel the heat in his gaze as it swept back up my legs to the flimsy fabric. He looked feral in his need for me. Adrenalin pumped through me as I saw the remaining gold in his eyes diminish to a thin ring of colour, almost engulfed by the black. It was at that point I almost lost my nerve.

Emmett very slowly stood up from the mattress and without breaking eye contact unfastened his jeans, ripping them off in a swift movement. He wore nothing beneath and was now fully exposed to me. He was naked, beautiful... and hard.

I felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. My head spun at the sight of him. I was not prepared for this moment. All of my teenage years I had expected my first time to be a clumsy fumbling affair, most probably in the back of a station wagon owned by the boy's mother. Never had I dreamed it would be in a king size bed, nor with the marble god standing before me now.

"Hope this is ok," he said softly, "things were getting uncomfortable." He knelt down on the bed and stroked my face. "Just so you know, the smell of your pussy is driving me crazy and I can't hold back much longer. I have to taste you."

As he spoke his fingers had moved to my panty elastic and, as I watched, two disappeared beneath. I gasped as they stroked up and down before settling at my wet entrance. One fingertip tested my reaction as it slid inside just a fraction. It withdrew for a second then re entered, this time up to the first knuckle.

"Bella, you have to tell me if I hurt you."

I shook my head as I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding. He removed his fingers from my panties and I saw the wetness on them before he touched them to his mouth and sucked them clean.

"You taste divine," he said, his eyes fixed on mine, "and I want more."

His big fingers easily hooked the sides of my panties and drew them down my legs leaving me bare to his gaze. I was torn between extreme embarrassment and a lust I never knew I possessed. Emmett gently lifted and parted my knees, dipping his head to my heated centre. I felt his cool breath on my folds before he ran his tongue experimentally though them in one swift motion. This action caused my heart to hiccup before starting to race once again. He took his time, worshipping my sex with such love and devotion that I felt unworthy of him. His tongue began swirling around my clit, tickling it and nudging it. I felt the warmth flood my body at the sensations he was creating. My fingers were in his hair as I silently encouraged his efforts, my knees wide open to allow him full access to my body. When I plucked up the courage to look down, I saw him watching me, his eyes never leaving mine as he relentlessly pushed my body toward the orgasm I could feel building rapidly. The intensity of his unwavering gaze was my undoing. As he continued to lick me I collapsed back on the bed, my body tensing in a moment of intense burning heat before the climax seared through me. I wailed his name as my back arched off the bed with pleasure.

"That's two," he whispered, sliding up the bed to me.

His lips met mine and I tasted my own juices. I found this oddly arousing. His tongue traced under my top lip before once again begging entrance into my mouth. I opened willingly, the kiss deep and full of promise.

"If you want me to continue, Bella, I need to hear you say the words."

I was confused. "You want me to beg, Emmett?"

"No, my love, I just wanna know that you're sure. Tell me what you want and it's yours."

I took a shaky breath and looked him deep in the eyes. I want him so badly I can't stop now.

"Fuck me, Emm. I want you to fuck me... right now."

His eyes fully darkened - the gold now little more than a hint in the abyss. He swallowed and nodded, sliding his hips into position between my spread thighs. As he hovered above me, his huge arms supporting his weight, I felt his cock touch my opening. No turning back now. It nudged again, seeking entrance. Emmett tensed his body and slowly pressed onward, his eyes scanning my face for fear or pain. I felt the head of his cock slide in, ably assisted by my abundant wetness. He stopped suddenly.

"This may hurt – I'm so sorry."

He thrust with more intent and I hissed as I felt a shock of pain before his huge cock eased in, inch after inch of him, stretching me wide open. His eyes were half closed, his muscles tensed with restraint. I felt my mouth drop open as the realisation hit me that Emmett's cock was now fully inside me ... and it felt incredible. He paused, breathing heavily, looking to me for permission to continue.

"You're amazing," I whispered. "Kiss me."

His lips came down hard on mine as he slowly started to move. We found a rhythm and I found myself lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, my legs wrapping themselves around him to pull him in to me. My hands were clawing at this back, desperate for as much contact with him as possible as he surged in and out of me. His mouth found my throat, kissing and nipping along my skin driving me to fever pitch. My head fell to the side issuing silent permission for him to continue. I felt Emmett's low growl against my skin as his thrusts grew more urgent. My breathing was so shallow I felt light headed. I welcomed the touch of his cool skin in marked contrast to my own, on fire from his touch and kisses. Orgasm threatened to overwhelm me, different to before and more intense. As Emmett's huge cock pumped in and out of me tension coiled in my stomach, a pooling of sensation that took me completely by surprise. I screamed as my body clenched around him, the strong spasms jerking me up off the bed.

Emmett groaned loudly.

"Fuck, Bella ... FUCK. I can't... hold... back..."

I heard a deafening crunch.

I realised simultaneously that Emmett was no longer on the bed with me and that there was dust in the air. I sat up and saw Emmett standing at the window, his back to me, sparkling in the early light of the sunrise. He was breathtaking.

"Emm...? What happened? Talk to me."

He turned to face me, his eyes full of pain.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I thought I could control myself but ..." He looked down, his shoulders slumped. "I'm weak. I wanted to bite you. It's instinctual. At that moment it was all I could think about and I had to get away from you before ..." He swallowed hard, unable to finish.

I got up and walked over to him, feeling no shame in being naked around him. My arms encircled him and I pulled him close, shushing him gently and kissing his neck. He pulled me close into a tight hug and we stayed that way for a long moment taking comfort in each other.

"I thought it was the blood on my thigh that made you run. It doesn't matter Emm – you didn't hurt me. See?"

I forced him to look at me for reassurance. His eyes were golden; he was once again in full control. I heard a wry chuckle and looked around for the cause of his amusement. It was then I saw the hole in the wall, a hole that was the size of a large clenched fist.

"You ... punched the wall?"

He shrugged apologetically. "Doesn't matter. I can fix it. Next time I just have to be more careful and have something nearby that I can use to ...vent my frustration." He grinned, biting his bottom lip suggestively. "Maybe I'll install a metal bar that I can bite down on when I come ..."

I blushed from my feet to the roots of my hair and subconsciously tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Emm..." I hesitated. "Was it ... was I ok?"

"Hell yeah!" he grinned and swept me up into his arms, spinning me around in a familiar gesture.

I giggled at his enthusiasm. "So you don't regret it? You really want to... do this again?"

His answer was to kiss me hard, obliterating all cohesive thought. For some reason, incomprehensible to me, this beautiful man desired me. Who was I to argue?

~xxXxx~

A FEW HOURS LATER

Emmett's POV

Oh hell. The smell of her neck ... the taste of her pussy...

Bella had left for home a while back and I was alone again in the house with just my thoughts. I was amazed that the whole thing had happened. If I had been human I would have dismissed it as a dream. But she was no dream – I could still smell her all over the house and all over my bed.

I wandered through to the bathroom and flipped on the shower. I urgently needed to talk to Edward and it wouldn't be fair to him for me to go around smelling like sex (smelling like sex with Bella.) That is if he was willing to listen. I stepped into the hot water and started the washing ritual, my mind flying back to the night's events.

When she had kissed me back I thought that she would come to her senses and pull away. When she didn't, I was amazed to find that I could retain full control even while tasting her mouth and smelling her blood pumping through her neck. The scent of her when she was aroused was dizzying. It was all I could do not to rip her clothing off then and there, the need for her overriding all common sense. When she ordered me to take off my shirt my cock had hardened painfully in my jeans. Her fear mixed with her arousal was intoxicating – her bravery astounded me. She had offered herself to me fully, given her ultimate gift to ME. I almost couldn't think after her breasts were revealed to me – the exquisite rich pink nipples sitting high on her chest so utterly perfect. But even they paled into insignificance next to her tight, hot, wet sex. The taste of her still lingered in my mouth - truly the nectar of the gods. It had been an honour to watch her face as she came, totally open and unashamed, in my mouth. I could have stayed there for hours making her whimper and scream if it hadn't been for my hard cock dictating the agenda. I had guessed she was a virgin, although the subject had never been discussed. I saw the desire on her face when I stood naked before her but when I entered her and felt her maidenhead give, the guilt that I had caused her pain, even for a second, was crushing. Making her forget that pain was my goal – I wanted her first experience to be pleasurable and to forge a happy memory for her. I knew that her body welcomed me and I held back from thrusting too hard with great difficulty. I truly hadn't anticipated the reaction I would have to my rising pleasure. I was used to biting, sucking and generally all forms of rough sex that vampires are built to withstand. The overriding urge to bite down hard on Bella as my orgasm peaked filled me with terror and my fist found the wall before I tore myself away.

I shook my head with regret as the last of the soap sluiced away and I flipped off the water. I padded back to my room and threw on some sweats before making my way out to Edward's cottage. I hoped my brother would be able to help me with this as I would usually ask my father, Carlisle, for help with such a delicate subject.