Hi guys. It's been awhile, again (sorry).
I was inspired today to write again. So I hope you like the chapter.

I'll be seeing ya,

Mrs Lutz xo

Main Pairing: Emmett and Bella
I don't own any of the characters.

No. I don't want to wake up yet. I tried to cling to my dream of a sexy quarterback kissing me in places that no guy had kissed before. I pressed my eyes shut as tight as possible, but sadly I was aware that I was fully awake and in bed. Slowly I stretched out my legs, hm that's strange, my legs are all stiff and my lady garden feels uh a little sore. Wow I guess the dream had had a lasting effect on my body. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, finding that it was still dark outside. Outside, which I could see a whole lot of through the floor to ceiling window. Suddenly I became aware that I wasn't in my bed. Last night's events all came rushing back. Blush covered my cheeks as I peaked over my shoulder at the very naked Emmett asleep next to me. Oh. My God.

I'm no longer a virgin. Oh god. I lost my v-card to Emmett McCarty. The sexiest man on the planet. Oh god. I had attracted him. Me, little old Bella Swan. Oh, I wish I could tell fifteen year old me that it does get better.

I rolled over onto my other side so that I was facing Emmett, taking him in. I was wrapped in the sex slickened sheets of the bed, leaving him completely exposed. My eyes started at his face, memorizing ever feature. His eyelashes fanned out across his defined cheekbones. His lips parted slightly as he breathed, chest rising and falling slightly with it. His muscles, still large, but relaxed in his sleeping state. And his manhood, semi hard, lying against his rock hard stomach. He looked even more attractive than usual. I longed to reach out and trace my fingers over his masculine features, but I hesitated. Scared that if I touched him; he'd disappear.

"You're staring," he muttered, as a matter of fact. His voice was low and gruff, thick with sleep. My stomach tightened at the very sound.
I smiled sheepishly and nuzzled in closer to him so that I could rest my cheek against him.
"Sorry. I just can't believe I'm here. I keep expecting you to disappear," I admitted, finding it easier due to the dark room.
Emmett moved us with ease, so that now my back was cradled against his chest, the sheets now tangled on the floor. The skin on skin contact set every nerve in my body on fire. "I ain't going anywhere princess, and neither are you. Now go back to sleep."

A sudden rush of confidence flowed through me, and with a tight smile on my face, I wiggled my butt against his already hard member. I bit down on my lip, hoping that it wouldn't back fire on me. But within seconds I could feel Emmett's lips starting to graze up and down my neck.
"Screw sleep," he grumbled.

His hands stroked over my body, one up my stomach to cup a breast and the other rubbing circles across my pubic bone. My own hand wandered back between us and wrapped around his large length. He was so big, it amazed me that just hours ago it had been inside me and it would be again soon in a few moments. My hand moved up and down as his hand that was at my breasts began to tug at the nipple, calling it to attention. My neck rolled to the side at the sensation that was coursing through my body. Emmett took advantage of the access and trailed wet kisses along my neck, occasionally biting down gently. The action paired with the tugging on my nipple was like a hotwire to my core. I was aware that I was already slippery wet.

Sensing where my thoughts were, or knowing my body better than me, Emmett moved the hand that was rubbing along my pubic bone slowly down. I bucked my hips forward, begging him to speed up, as my hand mirrored my need, pumping him harder and rubbing my thumb over his tip, causing him to growl into my neck. Finally, he dipped his fingers between my folds.

"So ready. Good girl." he mumbled as his finger circled my entrance before sliding in and out a few time with ease.
"Fuck me, please." I begged, my free hand reaching up over my head to run through his hair.

On demand, keeping us both on our sides, Emmett lifted up my leg slightly and positioned himself. Without missing a beat, he pushed himself inside, causing me to hiss slightly. I was still sore from last night apparently. He stopped moving, allowing me to adjust to his size and the feel of the invasion.
"Don't stop. I'm fine," I encouraged, turning my head to the side and pressing a kiss to his jaw. Emmett started moving again until his entire length was inside of me.

His hand found its way back to my clit and began to rub lazy circles as he slowly drew himself out of me, before sliding back in. Already I could feel my orgasm building. But wanting to draw out my pleasure, Emmett stopped moving his fingers on my clit and slowed down his movements. After a few moments his movements started again, once again bringing me to the edge before stopping again.

"Emmett, please," I begged, pressing my head back into his chest.
"Please what?"
"Let me cum,"
This time he started again and didn't stop. His hand kept pace with his thrusts and soon I found myself exploding all over him. At the same time I could feel him spilling himself into me with his own release. He was grunting as he continued to thrust, riding out both of our orgasms.

"Woah," I breathed as I came down off of my high.
Emmett chuckled lightly and kissed the back of my head. "Woah indeed."

We lay still for a while, exactly the same position, with him still inside me, the sky outside the window gradually getting lighter and lighter with the rising sun. Time lost all meaning when I was with Emmett now.

Reluctantly, he pulled himself out and rolled me backwards onto my back and hovered over me. Dropping down he placed a soft kiss on my lips before lifting himself back up to gaze down at me. "I could get used to waking up like that,"he mused, "good morning, you."
"Good morning yourself," I giggled.

Emmett glanced over his shoulder at the clock, "As much as I would love to do that all morning, I have a meeting I have to go to. I rearranged it last night so I could see you."

Immediately irrational panic filled my chest at the thought of being away from him. I nodded my head, and pulled my lower lip between my teeth, trying to stop myself from filling up. "Okay,"

"Hey. Bella. Are you crying?

Damn it. I looked away, trying to fight back my irrational emotions.

"No," technically I wasn't lying, I wasn't actually crying, "I'm just being stupid. I've had a wonderful night. I don't want it to end."

Emmett dropped down to kiss my lips again, this time making it deep and full of passion; his tongue dancing with my own. After a moment, he broke the kiss but only raised his face slightly. His nose was resting on mine. His blue eyes meeting my brown eyes.

"Hey, how about we eat breakfast together first?" he asked.

I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak.

"You order whatever you want from room service while I shower, ok? I'll have whatever you're having." Emmett pressed a light kiss to my nose and then he hopped off the bed and disappeared in the direction of the bedroom.

What was it with this guy that I couldn't keep my emotions in check? He was going to think I really am a fucked up mess and this time he cannot feel guilty because he hasn't done anything this time. I lay in the bed for a moment longer before getting up and collecting my clothes that were scattered around, and dressed quickly. I glanced at myself in the mirror quickly. My cheeks were flushed from the morning sex we had, my hair a birds nest from the activity also. I fished a hair tie out of my jeans pocket and tried to tame my hair into submission into a ponytail. Not perfect, but better.

My thoughts raced through my head trying to fathom why I was so affected. Especially now, at the thought of him leaving; even if it was just for a meeting. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. Deep down I knew that soon he would in fact actually have to leave, not just me but the state as well. I was already in so deep. I had never imagined that the first time I fell in love and the first person I'd sleep with would be a national celebrity and live the other side of the country. I'd never imagined that I'd sleep with someone with whom my relationship wasn't secure and some form of direction. But they were my issues. Not Emmett's. I had to work through them alone. If it was meant to be, it would be.

Squaring back my shoulders, I headed into the living area in search of a phone to call room service.

Over breakfast Emmett and I chatted about our lives. He asked about my family and work and I asked him about his family and his childhood – after all I'd already kind of googled his career history and I already followed his current stats. It was nice. Like a scene you'd see in a movie. I picked at my eggs and sipped at my orange juice, not really that hungry while Emmett inhaled a stack of pancakes and a plate of eggs and a mug of black coffee; and then polishing off what I'd left on my plate. For such a physically fit guy, he sure did eat a lot of everything.

Eventually he looked at the red and blue Rolex that he had placed on his wrist and sighed. "Babe, I have to go. You can hang here and shower if you want, order some lunch and whatever." he said, standing up from the table.

I copied; standing and stretching my sore muscles. I was going to have to find a masseuse to work out the knots in my neck and shoulders. "It's fine. Angela is probably wondering where I am anyway." My eyes glancing around the suite for where my personal belongings had been put.

"Sure," he said, closing the distance between his and cupping my chin, forcing me to look at him. "So I fly back to New York tonight straight after my meeting for training for our next game, on Thursday," he said, clearly weighing each word he said carefully, "But, I'll be back to you Thursday night, as soon as that final whistle blows, I'll be on the plane. Okay?"
Knowing that he had intention of coming back to me calmed me greatly, "Okay," I grinned up at him. "I'll be watching you from my sofa," I assured him, standing up on my tip toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. Instantly he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up.

I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face.

"I'll miss you," he admitted shyly.
"I'll miss you too,"

Reluctantly, he set me down and reached for my belongings that someone – probably one of his entourage – had placed into a bag. "Come on; I'll walk you down to your car."

Lacing his fingers with mine, and lead me out of the suite.