Hi again guys. Two chapters in two days, you lucky duckies you.
Thank you for all your kind reviews. They've made me realize that I can't get rid of my current stories because so many of you are actually enjoying them. So I'm going to ride out my issues with my stories and hopefully continue you write chapters that you enjoy.
I wasn't going to mention this, but I feel like I have to address it; otherwise I'm going to lose enjoyment of writing MY stories again.

Now, I love getting reviews, and I'm old enough to be able to take criticisms with dignity. During my writing time on fanfiction, I have received my fair share of negative reviews whether it be about the plot line or my writing style/grammar. Those I was able to take on the chin and use their feedback, like I do with my positive reviews, to make a better story and make myself a better writer. However, yesterday I received a very LONG PM from someone who claimed to be critically analyzing my story. Fab! Thanks. I'm honored that someone would take the time to do this for little old me. I had to read the PM like five times before I was able to digest what had been written. The whole 'analysis' was an attack on MY story and basically told me what I should have written and also a million and on pieces of information about american football and stats about winners and who plays who in the playoffs etc. Oh along with them pointing out how I had made it difficult for myself by making Emmett play for NY and Bella live in SA and that I should have just moved on of them blah blah blah.
First of all. I'm British. So I know NEXT to NOTHING about american football teams and their winning steaks and famous players etc. OK sure, I could use google... but still all the info means nothing to me because I don't understand it. But that is still moot, because this story is FICTIONAL. Also, there is a reason why they are based at opposite ends of the states. Why tell me I've made it difficult for myself when this has yet to become an issue for the plot line. It was part of the original plot line and I know exactly where I am going with it. I am open for plot suggestions and whatever, but this is MY story. Please dont PM me and tell me HOW I should write my previous chapters because that's how it suits you. These stories are my own ideas. I am not a writer, nor do I want to be. I simply write these stories for my own enjoyment. If they don't provide you with enjoyment because you don't like the plot, then please find another story to read.

Sorry guys. Rant over. That PM really upset me because it was ridiculously rude.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Love always,

Mrs Lutz xo

Main Pairing : Emmett and Bella
Age, Occupation and Appearance:
Bella is 19. A college student/party planner. Kristen Stewart with green eyes.
Angela is 19. A college student/party planner. Christian Serratos.
Emmett is 21. New York Jets Quarter Back. Kellan Lutz with blonde hair.
Edward is 19. Emmett's brother. Robert Pattinson.
Setting : Seattle 2009
Rated : M
POV: Bella Swan.
Declaration: All things Twilight do not belong to me! But I wish Kellan did * sigh *

He crushed his lips to mine as he tugged me into the elevator. His hands groping my ass through my jeans. My arms wrapped around his neck, fingers twisting to into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to mine. God I wanted him, I wanted him bad. My heart raced, breath came rapidly between kisses and my panties dampened. I squirmed against him, like a ball of pent up sexual energy. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip. Knowing that he was turned on because of me turned me on even more.

Saved by the bell though, the elevator bell dinged, alerting us to our arrival to the penthouse suite. Emmett without breaking our kiss, walked us into the suite – him walking skilfully backwards. Once we were tanning in the middle of the entry hall, Emmett trailed kisses along my jaw, down my neck and across my collarbone, which caused my neck to tilt to the side allowing him better access.
"Bella, let me take you to bed?" he murmured, between kisses. His hands skimmed over my hips which causes my top to rise slightly, exposing some skin.
"Yes," it came out more like a whisper than I intended, but he obviously heard is because he took my hand and lead me into the bedroom.

Emmett tugged at my tug, pulling it up over my head and tossing is across the room. Thankfully I was wearing an underwear set from my recent shopping trip to Victoria's Secret – black lace bra with matching French knickers. He didn't waste any time, as soon as he had tossed my shirt across the room, he dropped down onto his knees and trailed soft kisses down my stomach until he reached the button on my jeans. I squirmed as his fingers made quick work of it and the zip. He made quick work of removing my shoes and once again his lips trailed kisses down my legs, alternating between right and left as he tugged the denim down. When instructed, I stepped out of the jeans, placing my hands gently on top of Emmett's shoulders for balance.

Blush coloured all of my skin, knowing that I was once again standing in front of this gorgeous man, in just my underwear made me want the ground to swallow me up. As if sensing my embarrassment, he stood up and wrapped his arms around me. Dipping his mouth to my ear, he whispered softly, "You're so beautiful Bella." His breath sending shivers across my skin.
I sighed at his words and brought my hands to rest upon his toned chest. "Take off my shirt." He commanded. My hands shook slightly as they moved, pushing the dress shirt off of his shoulder, before grasping the them of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. His eyes never left mine. My thighs pressed together, seeking friction to ease the need. My panties were soaked already.

Taking my hand, he trailed it down his perfectly sculpted torso and to the now prominent bulge in his jeans. He encouraged my hand, with his, to fondle him. He was so hard for me already. His breath came faster as our hands moved over him. Suddenly, I felt brave. I moved to to undo his belt, occasionally my hand brushed along his happy trail. Emmett ran kisses down my neck as I continued on to undoing his jeans and repeating his previous process of removing his shoes and then encouraging him to step out of the jeans.

Emmett's lips found mine again. His tongue dipping between my lips encouraging my tongue to dance with his. The kiss was intense, making my head spin and my body curve into his, like I was made from foam. Without stopping, Emmett walked me back until my thighs hit the soft mattress of his bed. His large hands fondled my breast through the lace, my nipples pebbling under the touch and friction. I could feel his erection, hard and hot through the material of out underwear against my stomach. Emmett's mouth left mine and began trailing down my neck and stopping at the swell of my breasts. He yanked the material of the bra down swiftly, freeing my nipple and pushing my breast up on display for him. His mouth suckled on my nipple, causing me to wriggle underneath him, pushing my body into his. He switched his mouths attention from one breast to another, while his hand caressed the other. I thought I was nearly going to cum from the feeling.

"Responsive. I like that." He growled, crawling back up to kiss me again. As he did, his hands reached behind my back and unclasped my bra like an expert. I flung the lace material across the room, adding it to our already discarded hand swept down my body until it rested between my legs, over the material of the knickers. I twisted my hips, desperate for him to give me the friction I craved. As if sensing my desire, his fingers moved against my sensitive crotch making me whimper slightly. His lips continued to move against mine while his hand slipped beneath the lace and finally his thumb ghosted over my sensitive clit. My hips had a mind of their own, bucking into his hand. "So wet," he whispered. As he dipped two fingers into me and gently circling. That mixed with the small pressure on my clit and his kiss sent me over the edge. I exploded, moaning Emmett's name loudly. My toes curled into the maters and my fingers clawed at his back as he continued moving his fingers in and out making me ride out my pleasure.

By the time I was able to open my eyes again after the ecstasy feeling, Emmett had removed both my underwear and his. We were now both naked and very very needed. I pressed kisses along his jaw line up to his ear where I sucked on his lobe chasing him to groan. Emmett added another finger to my hole, and I could already feel myself climbing higher and higher.
Dropping his gaze to mine, his beautiful face made my heart race. I could see in his expression that he was asking me for my permission. Making sure this was what I wanted. I nodded my head, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling his face down so that I could capture his lips with mine.

Leaving me reeling, Emmett removed his hand from my pussy and reached across into the draw next to the bed. Pulling out a foil packet, he tore it open. I laid back on the bed, trying to steady my breathing. "OK?" He asked as he hovered over me.
"Perfect."

Emmett widened my legs and positioned himself at my entrance. With one slow smooth thrust, he was inside of me. I bit down roughly on my bottom lip at the alien feeling of being full and stretched. It stung slightly but it was a pleasurable pain. He was still for a moment, letting me adjust to the feeling.
"I'm ok." I assured him, pressing a kiss to the base of his ear before his captured my mouth with his own. Slowly, he started to move. He hissed under his breath and moan at the tight feeling of me wrapped around him. My fingernails clawed at his back as he began to pick up the pace. Sending me hire and hire each time. I moan out his name with raspy breaths as he wrapped my leg around his hip, allowing him to hit a new spot inside of me. His thrusts picked up pace, growing more erratic.
"Come on baby, give it me to. Cum." He growled, before pressing an intense kiss to my lips.

For the second time, I fell over the edge into orgasmic bliss. My pussy clenched Emmett as my orgasm ripped through me. I moaned various versions of his name as my bones turned to marshmallows in my body and my toes curled into the mattress again.
Emmett followed empire into the abyss, spilling himself into the condom inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest.

He moved himself carefully off of me, to avoid crushing me with his weight. Carefully, he pulled off the condom and dropped it into the garbage can at the side of the bed before pulling me into his side, wrapping his arm around me. I nuzzled against his chest where I drifted into a sex-satisfied dream. Everything was perfect.

R&R :-)