The Man with the Dimpled Cheeks
Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine.
A/N: Okay, so here it is. Sorry it took forEVER. Life got in the way. So, here it is. Please, enjoy.
His lips felt so good against her own, firm but soft, and deliciously cool. She never thought that a single kiss could make her feel so...good. She felt like she could do anything as long as that kiss didn't end. She would do anything as long as the kiss could last forever. It didn't. Instead it turned into many kisses, and touches...and feelings. It was like her world was exploding. Emmett was so Dstrong and he felt so good. One of his hands wrapped itself around her waist and brought her closer, and the other reached for her thigh. It was all moving so fast. Rosalie wasn't sure if it was the most appropriate thing to do. Should she be letting him grab her thigh like that? Should she be letting him run his hand underneath her skirt? Should she be allowing him to kiss her so passionately?
Amidst her thinking and worrying about societal expectations about what was happening, she realized that she shouldn't give a damn about what other people might think. She loved him. She was almost sure of it. She knew he was something of a child, but he had feelings and thoughts that were those of an adult. He was strong and kind and confident in himself in a way that she respected and admired. Of course, he was so much different than what she was used to. But then again...that was a good thing. She didn't need another man like...Royce...
Emmett brought her mind away from...Royce...by unhooking her garter to her left stocking. Rosalie felt her body tighten. He had touched anything in particular...it was just that now he was undressing her. She liked it...she liked it a great deal. She took his lead and started to unbutton his shirt. Once she had completed that task she pushed it away and off of his shoulders, revealing his toned and shaped chest. She ran her fingers down the cool skin, enjoying the feeling of it beneath her hands. Once that happened, things moved much faster.
Her shirt was off and her skirt was unzipped, and his belt was unbuckled. She tossed it away from her, splintering a glass window. Her other stocking was unhooked, and her skirt was pulled off. She stood, arms locked around his neck, in her stockings, slip, and brassiere. She braced her herself against his neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. One of Emmet's hands wrapped around her waist, securing her position against him. She reached for something to hold on to. Her hand felt the wood mantel, but when Emmett's lips went to kiss right above her breast, she squeezed the wood, feeling it turn into nothing. It splintered and cracked and Rosalie didn't care.
"Oh God," she whispered, holding his head to her chest. Emmett placed her back against the wall near the fireplace and kissed her neck and collarbone and the tops of her breasts. He reached back and untied her brassiere. She took it off and tossed it somewhere. Rosalie saw Emmett's gaze widen at the sight of her breasts and it filled Rosalie with pleasure. She had never shown a man her breasts, but she did think that Emmett's reaction was appropriate. She did have wonderfully ample breasts: perfectly round. After admiring them for a few seconds, Emmett lowered his mouth to her right nipple. The sensation sent a ripple of pleasure rocketing down her spine, causing her head to snap back as she arched towards him. She went through the wooden wall, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but the wonderful feeling against her nipple. Emmett began moving her to his bedroom, slowly...so slowly. She tightened her legs around his waist and he hurried, a hand grabbing the doorframe, crumbling the wood so easily.
He laid her down on his bed and took off her slip and stocking quickly, tearing her silk slip from Paris. She didn't mind. She had more. He kissed her slowly, moving down her body at an agonizing pace. She moved her hips upwards, toward his body. A low groan escaped his mouth, sending shivers down her spine. Emmett kissed her stomach and started to move lower, towards the edge of her panties. Rosalie felt herself clench and moisten at the possibility...but no, surely not...Emmett pulled her panties off slowly, taking her in centimeter by centimeter. Once he set her panties aside, he ran his big hands over the tops of her thighs.
"Please..." Rosalie said, sitting up and unbuttoning his pants (which she noticed were tented. That sent a rush of satisfaction through her. She liked the effect she had on him...oh God she did). She unzipped his fly and pulled down his trousers. Then she looked up at him in the dark. His curly locks were slightly mussed and his eyes glittered with a desire that set her body on fire. "Emmett, please," she said. She pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing a large erection. Rosalie felt her eyes widen. It was impressive, but then again, Emmett was a big man. It made sense, she supposed, for him to be big there as well. She bit her bottom lip lightly and took him in her hand. He was hot and heavy. He groaned. Rosalie felt herself smile impishly as she began to stroke it.
"Rosalie...don't tease..." Emmett managed to gasp. She looked up at him, and she saw that his glittering eyes were half-lidded. Rosalie considered continuing just to torture him, but truth was, she wanted him inside her. So she released him and went on her knees so she could kiss him fully. His arm wrapped around her waist as he lowered her on the bed. She spread her legs to allow him to set himself on top of her.
"Oh God, please..." she moaned. He stopped kissing her neck and looked at her, raising himself slightly. Rosalie adjusted herself so that she could feel him right at her apex. Emmett slid inside her, slowly. Rosalie gasped and held onto his large shoulders as waves of pleasure rocked her body. Emmett continued until he was up to the hilt. "Mmmm," Rosalie whispered. He kissed her and slid out, slowly.
His pace was steady and pleasurable. Rosalie felt like she was…complete in a way that she had never thought possible. It was like she had been missing something in her life that she hadn't already complained about. She had been missing something important, and that something was this. She had been missing making love. She had been missing making love with Emmett. Her nails shredded the pillow under her head, and the mattress beneath it. It felt so amazing. She arched into him as her breathing became labored. Emmett's big hands were around her waist.
"Emmett, oh God Emmett," she managed to moan. For whatever reason, Emmett changed the steady pace he had set. Suddenly it was much faster, much harder, much better. Rosalie reacted on an entirely instinctual level, and matched his increased intensity with vigor. She let her hips roll into his thrusts. She grabbed his chest and back and let it all go. The world was changing, and it felt glorious. The bed couldn't take the increased activity, and fell lower to the ground and the legs gave out under the thrusting. They rolled, still together, off the end, destroying the footboard. Wood splintered and was scraped while Rosalie and Emmett met each other thrust for thrust. Rosalie kissed him fiercely, trying to convey all the things she was feeling with him inside of her, making her feel like the most desirable thing on the planet.
Then something was happening. It felt like something was building. Her breathing became shorter, and her body tightened, and she moaned more as a result. Emmett pushed into her with increasing speed and strength. Rosalie reached for anything to hold, but nothing stayed in her hands. It all crumbled. Finally, she grabbed Emmett, and it happened. She reached an ending point, and it was more than glorious. It was pleasure incarnate. It was heaven in a moment.
"Oh GOD Emmett!" she moaned, her legs tightening around his waist. He pushed into her three more times, shuddered and groaned into her. He relaxed on top of her, with his upper body supported by his elbows on either side of her body. He looked down at her. And smiled. And she saw his dimples, and melted. She kissed him and then let her head fall back to what was left of the wooden floor. She moved her head, searching for a clock on the wall, and was instead greeted with the sight of the mounted buck head. And it was incredibly disturbing to see its sightless eyes looking down at the two of them. "That deer head is seriously disturbing," she whispered.
"I wanted to move it," Emmett said, "but you forced me to put it back on the wall." He laughed, and that sent movement down his body, all the way to where his body was still joined with hers. Rosalie spasmed with pleasure, and it was the beginning again.
A/N: Hey, so yeah, tell me what you think. If anyone even reads this anymore. I swore I wouldn't be the author that didn't update for AGES, and I am one now. Better late than never, though, right?