A/N - Greetings everyone! Sorry I have been a little slow in new submissions. In reality I have a whole bunch of chapters I have completed, but I have also commissioned a couple Beta readers, and alas I appear to have much more free time (for now) than they do, so I just ask for a bit of patience. In the mean time, I feel confident to post this chapter sans Beta reading, although by no means is it my best one, however it will do for now. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! R&R Another round of thanks to all of you who have been reading and reviewing, or just reading:-D

CH. 9 Emmett

I angled my ear towards the sounds from the third floor. From the sounds of it, the girly commotion was starting to die down and I assumed it was safe to ascend to the second floor. I laughed and remembered how as much as I absolutely adore women, I would never understand them. Perhaps that is just the price one has to pay for all the benefits they have to offer. And how many men can say they genuinely have an angel by their side for a companion? For all eternity, I must add.

I could not quite put my finger on it but I did feel a shift of energy since Reyes was introduced and brought into our home. What intrigued me most was the fact that I was not bothered by it at all.

I walked to the room that Rosalie and I share, and I found her admiring herself in a new dress. I assumed it was new because I certainly have never seen it before. I smiled, because it always amuses me when Rosalie would be preoccupied with her appearance, fussing in a mirror. How could such a ravishing creature not be aware of the impact she has when just walking into a room?

This dress was something though, the color and the way it fell on her, before me stood the most alluring mermaid probably in all of the Seven Seas. I slipped behind her, using strategic timing when she pulled her hair back and draped it over one of her shoulders. Placing my hands on her hips I began to kiss the back of her neck.

"Are you going to tempt me like the sirens, and lead me to my untimely death?" I asked while beginning to entice her with my touch. She laughed and reached up to grab and ruffled my hair.

"Perhaps, is that something you would like for me to do?" She pressed her body more firmly into mine. I sighed as I kissed her ear.

"Not that you don't do something of the sort to me practically every day," I reminded her. Rosalie pressed the back of her neck into my shoulder, one of our numerous indicators that we were in the mood. I stroked her thighs and felt the fabric of her newly acquired garment. The material felt good, smooth, and fresh, easily gliding along the lines of her body.

In these moments, I live for pleasing Rosalie. Nothing compares to hearing her cry out in pleasure as a result of my touch, it is almost addicting. The benefit of having all this time on our hands is the endless opportunity explore, for me to discover something new that she likes, something that makes her wild, that adds fuel to the flames of passion and desire we have for one another. Rosalie turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She smiled with a sense of self satisfaction.

"So you like this then? The dress?" she asked. I nodded.

"I don't recall you shopping anytime recently."

"It is actually a gift from Reyes. She designed it herself." She stepped back in order for me to look at the entire thing. Note to self: Find a clever and elaborate way to truly thank Reyes.

I pulled her closer to me, allowing my hands to snake up and down her back and posterior. Before I could think of what to do next, Rosalie clasped onto my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I chuckled, realizing this was the first time Rosalie beat me to the punch. She must really be fired up. I grinned feeling like the luckiest guy on the whole planet.

Rosalie pressed her body into mine at almost full force, pushing me onto the bed. She walked up to the edge of the bed, giving me the most intense and fierce look I have ever seen, and I felt a rush of sensation flow to my groin. Rosalie lifted the cord-like straps to the dress and let them fall off her shoulders, letting the dress drop off her body like a satin curtain revealing a great masterpiece of art. The gesture nearly took my breath away.

Gently placing one of her knees right between my legs, Rosalie lowered her body towards mine. Before I could reach up her hands pressed down firmly on my forearms and wrists, as if to pin me in place. Of course if I really chose to, I could have easily fought off her grip, but I was certainly not going to do that in this very moment. She nuzzled my neck.

"I don't tell you often enough how much I love you," she purred into my ear, making me shiver as my body melted into the bed. I turned my head and kissed her cheek.

"I know you love me Rose, you don't have to say it so much. I can feel it. All I ever hope is that you know just how much I love you." I shifted a little to slide my arms out from her grasp and hold her to me, but she pressed her body more firmly and deeply into mine, continuing to plant kisses along my neck.

"Yes, but you deserve so much more recognition than you get, especially for putting up with me." I chuckled.

"Now what is there to put up with exactly?"

"I think you know exactly what I am talking about. No need to beat a dead horse, right?" I felt her inner thighs slide and gradually increase the pressure of their clasp around my waist.

"But seriously Emmett", Rosalie began to explain as she removed her hands from my wrists and wrapped her arms around my neck, raking her fingers through my hair, "I would not be able to endure this existence without you. I know for a fact there would be no other possible way for me." She finished her sentence with a kiss, taking my lower lip right between hers.

One of my hands pressed against her back, my other hand reached into her beautiful mass of golden waves of hair. It would be at this point I would take her completely into my grasp and ravish her until she couldn't take it anymore. Today, however, there was a force behind her touch and kiss that knocked me almost senseless. And I sure as hell did not complain. She snaked her lips to the other side of my neck and other ear.

"I must express myself and the amount of love, appreciation, adoration, and devotion I have for you."

"Rosalie…" was all I could manage to breathe out before she pushed my jeans off. Straddling me, the golden angel in all her glory, she ran her hands up and down the side of my torso, the pressure of her fingertips into my skin releasing pulsations of a euphoric rush. This was a little bit unlike Rosalie, and it caught me by surprise, but it did not matter, as long as she was with me, and we could be together, touch each other, and experience each other.

Rosalie looked into my eyes and smiled, eagerness radiating from her face as I could feel her muscles energetically coil and tense, preparing for the next step. This anticipation excited me, the sensation flowing into my groin picking up speed and momentum. The cheeks of her buttocks were strategically pressing on that imperative spot right between my legs, and it began to swell.

Reaching between her legs, Rosalie slipped her hands underneath the waistband of my briefs and I felt them clasp around my shaft. I groaned and gasped, still taken by the small surprises that appeared to be on a continuum today. Dismounting me, Rosalie kept her hands on the shaft of my penis while she managed to remove the rest of my clothing. Her fingers and palms slinked and slid up and down, making me quiver, especially right below my navel. I clamped onto her thighs, worked my hands up to her hips and pulled her body down to where I was. Rosalie's torso stretched over mine as she met my lips with hers, I could feel her breasts pressing against my skin, her nipples so hard and erect they were pressing and massaging into my pectorals. It was driving me crazy, part of my own mind floating away propelled by this brushfire of passion. I did not know how much longer I could stand it until I would explode.

Sitting up, she lifted her pelvis and lowered herself onto me. Pulling me closer to her, so we were both sitting up, her straddling my lap as I reached peak erectile status inside, I could feel her soft, moist flesh pump and pull. My arms clamped around her, as hers did with me, Rosalie rocked and pivot her hips, riding me almost at full force. I buried my face into the nape of her neck, my grunts and moans were at an all time level of volume and depth of pitch. I did not want it to end, and sort of imagined that in some way it could not.

With a full throttled thrust I felt that final wave of release. The experience of ecstasy certainly didn't end there, the sensation of Rosalie's own hips quivering and bucking shortly followed, and that is what I live to experience. She held me closer to her, my hands pressing into her smooth, small back. The two of us lay still, allowing the momentum to simmer down so that we could recollect our thoughts. I sighed heavily, my body growing more relaxed by her touch.

"Rose baby, what can I say? That was certainly a bit of a deviation from the norm." She laughed and cradled my head under her chin.

"Perhaps it was time. You deserve to be pleasured" she whispered to me. I shivered to the sound of her voice as she allowed that word to slip from her full lips. I looked up at her and left a trail of kisses under and along her jaw.

"You are the embodiment of all the pleasure I have ever had and will ever need to experience…just you, just by being here, with me. That is all I will ever need."