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A/N I hope you like this. It took me ages to be satisfied with it! So hopefully it meets your expectations.
And happy holidays everyone!
Ménage
Chapter 28 –Sex God
By the time it had started raining, Emmett and Jasper had gotten to the top of the "cliff" five times already.
"Do we really have to wait until after dinner to go home?" Emmett whined. Sure, that was the deal. He promised to stay out of the house until roughly six or seven. He didn't mind Edward getting his quality time with Bella, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being miles away from her. Physical exertion was the only key to distraction.
"Yes, now shut up." Jasper replied, annoyed.
After the rock-climbing, Emmett forced Jasper to go jogging in the rain. They were in the park, which was completely deserted. Emmett was determined to jog despite the bad weather.
"Emmett, you're insane!" Jasper protested.
"Insane people are more fun." Emmett said, jogging along happily. He forced Jasper to comply by locking him out of the car and stealing the keys.
"Come and get them, sucka!"
Jasper unwillingly chased after his younger brother, but, Emmett observed, he wasn't as peeved as he expected. Actually, he'd been pretty relaxed all day.
That's because he got laid.
Ah, true. Maybe now he'd get that somebody-stabbed-me-in-the-gut look off his face. Apparently, for Jasper, sex was therapy. Therapy for his dick and his mind.
Emmett was different. Sure, he wanted sex. Craved it, in fact, but he possessed an optimistic outlook. Why angst over it? Patience was a virtue (as was his virginity, according to his mom), and as long as he was patient, it would all come in good time. And he had hands for a reason. In the past couple of weeks, he'd masturbated more than he had in his whole life. That and he was happy just to be spending time with Bella. He was lucky to have her at all. She might disappear one day. She might not have come into his life to begin with. Now that was depressing. He loved having her in his house, in his arms, in his life. He simply didn't believe in wasting time fearing the future and bitching about what was wrong when he had Bella in the here and now.
There was no use in being pissed that Jasper had gotten more time with her, and had slept with her first. There was no point in fussing because Edward was tasting the grand cuisine right then.
After all, the next day was Sunday. And on Sunday, he was locking and bolting the doors so that Edward and Jasper couldn't get back into the house.
Well, he never claimed to be a saint. Alright, so he was a little competitive, and perhaps just a tiny bit jealous. But he'd been good. Biding his time had taken its toll. He was more than ready for his turn. There were no plans involved. Emmett Cullen didn't plan anything except ways to torture his students. The only things he planned were lessons and dentist appointments. He'd never had to plan a date before, so it was a bit of a nuisance thinking about it.
But he wanted to impress Bella (although he doubted he would). To him, the perfect date would consist of eating pizza out of a box while watching bad cult classics on the living room floor.
Which made him ponder just how spectacular Jasper's date with her had been.
Emmett slowed down his jogging, opting to walk next to his brother. The rain had started to dissipate, thankfully, so he had no qualms about having this particular conversation outside.
"So, how was it?" Emmett had the gall to ask Jasper. He was referring to, of course, the sex. There was nothing to be embarrassed about -unless he blew his load early on. That would be fucking hilarious!
Jasper, being the prude that he was, glared at Emmett, offended.
"Oh come on. We're grown men. How can it be acceptable to be with the same woman, but wrong to talk about having sex with her? I know you did it, you big pussy. Don't be shy."
"It would be disrespectful to Bella." Jasper said.
Emmett raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"She wouldn't like me telling you the details, Emmett. It's private."
Emmett snorted. "Fair enough. It won't be private for long, though."
Jasper punched his arm.
"What? You don't think we're going to keep doing it this way, do you?" Emmett asked, incredulous. "I'm not going to timeshare and leave the house so you can have your privacy. There's no reason we have to be so skittish about it. Allocating days to have sex is terribly unattractive, and unnecessary. No point in being in a foursome if you're just going to blush about it."
Jasper gaped at him. "What are you saying? We…do it at the same time?"
"You never thought about it? Why am I the only mature one? We'll do it when the urge overtakes us, and if we all happen to be overtaken at the same time, I see no reason why we shouldn't all…you know. Think of how much she'd enjoy it. All the orgasms…"
He could tell that the idea had struck a chord with Jasper. Honestly, what was the big deal? A threesome wasn't a bad idea in the least. Bella would look so sexy between them, filled with two cocks instead of one.
Shit. The park was not the place to get a hard-on.
"Dude, I'm starving." Emmett complained, willing his semi-hard to go down.
"You ate before we left." Jasper pointed out.
"Then I worked it off. Come on, loser."
Neither of them were actually hungry, as it turned out. Jasper took advantage of the opportunity that was presented to him, however. Might as well tell him while Bella wasn't around.
"Bella told me who he is." Jasper said, so casually that Emmett almost missed the significance of that statement. He. Now there was a phantom who Emmett had been contemplating.
"So who is he?"
"Victor."
"The psychotic red-head?"
"The same."
"And? They weren't fucking, were they?" He wasn't about to let that go.
"I don't know. We didn't get that far in the conversation. I…kind of lost it." Jasper admitted.
That didn't surprise Emmett.
"I don't believe she did." Jasper continued. "I just couldn't stand the thought of him touching her in that way and I overreacted."
"You're so predictable, Jazz."
"Shut up."
Emmett just laughed. "What time is it?"
Jasper checked his watch. "Three."
"Fuck. How long do we have to wait?"
"Until six."
"This is torture." Emmett groaned, letting his head fall back.
Jasper wasn't listening. He'd been chewing on what Emmett had said before. "You're right. That timeshare thing is bull. After tomorrow, we're not doing that."
Emmett raised his eyebrows. "Definitely not, bro." He sighed. "Are you even hungry?" Jasper shook his head. "Neither am I. Let's go play laser-tag."
Emmett whistled all the way home, anticipating seeing Bella. He unlocked the door and announced, rather loudly, that "Papa bear is home!" He knew she and Edward had been fucking. They might even be in the middle of it at that moment, but he was done waiting. He wanted to see Bella.
As it happened, Edward and Bella were in the shower. Emmett and Jasper exchanged a look.
"I'll go start dinner." Jasper said, being the bigger man. But Emmett was impatient, and he wasn't feeling as noble as he usually was. He heard the shower running, but nothing else; no moans or giggles. That was a good sign. He opened the door, happy that it didn't creak. The lovers were still washing, although it was unlikely that that was all they were doing.
He saw their forms through the curtain. They were whispering to each other, and Emmett could just make out the words.
"You're beautiful." Edward was such a romantic bastard. But Bella was beautiful.
He was doing something to make her giggle. Luckily, Emmett couldn't see. He was just waiting for her to get out. Naked and wet.
"I love you." Edward said. Aw, Eddie was sweet talking her. Poor boy.
"I love you too." Emmett froze.
Wait, what?
She said she loved him. But she hadn't said that before. She said she wasn't ready for that.
But she said it.
Did that mean she loved him, too? And Jasper?
Emmett stood there, dumb, until the sound of the shower being turned off brought him back to his senses. He made a quick dash out the door. He didn't go far, deciding to wait for Bella to emerge.
I love you. He wondered if that was only meant for Edward.
At last, Bella came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her slight frame. Edward was close behind her, but Emmett ignored him.
He grabbed Bella just as she noticed him standing there, and smothered her in one of his bear hugs. He could smell sex on her, and her body was flushed all over. She was absolutely delectable. If it hadn't been for the searing jealousy, he would have been just perfect.
He kissed her from her forehead down to her chin. "Today was awful." He said. "I missed you. You have no idea how hard it was waiting for six hours." He pouted, hoping for some sympathy, maybe a sign that she missed him, too.
Bella crossed her arms playfully. "Well, I was too busy to miss you." She teased.
That was obvious. Emmett masked his indignation.
"I'm going to get dressed." Edward said, giving her one last lingering kiss. He caught sight of Emmett's not-so-thrilled face as he pulled away.
"Yeah, I should get dressed, too." Bella turned back to Emmett. "Where's Jasper?"
"In the kitchen. He's making dinner."
Bella smiled. "I'm ravenous." She admitted. She was quickly learning that having mind-blowing orgasms made her hungry, and she'd been a bit too preoccupied earlier to get anything. She was relieved that Jasper was making dinner. She was exhausted.
Edward came out of the bedroom then, giving her a lazy crooked grin when he saw her. Her signature blush crept onto her cheeks.
Emmett, ever observant, leaned down to whisper in her ear. "How many times?"
Bella stifled a gasp. "Emmett!"
"What? I know you haven't been playing Monopoly all day. So, how many times?"
Bella looked around, making sure Jasper was in the kitchen and Edward was out of hearing. "Three."
Emmett stood back, going quiet. His silence was unnerving. "Okay. I can beat that. We'll do it four times tomorrow." Bella's eyes widened. He walked away, satisfied that he had given her something to roll around in her mind. Something other than Edward.
They all slept together that night, Bella in between Emmett and Edward. Emmett feigned sleep for a couple of hours, waiting for his brothers to fall asleep. This was partially due to his eagerness to stake his claim on Bella; to find out how she felt about him. He couldn't wait to start the new day. Bella was curled up at his side, content. He thought of waking her up, but realized how selfish an idea that was. The thought lingered, though, and he found the idea too tempting to do nothing.
He grazed a finger over her inner thigh experimentally. It took a few moments, but eventually he got a reaction out of her. Bella made a small noise, shifting slightly towards him. Emmett smiled. Time to take it further. Not like I'll wake her.
He slid his hand up to her pussy and began rubbing circles through her panties. Bella sighed, her eyelids fluttering. She was a light sleeper, he remembered. Suddenly, he felt a wave of guilt for what he was doing. It wasn't fair of him to disturb her. She had enough trouble sleeping as it was. It was difficult not to want some physical proof of her desire for him, though. He had to keep his cool. Didn't want to turn into Jasper.
To continue or not to continue? That is the question.
He was trying to figure out how mad Bella would be if she woke up and found his hand on her crotch.
Just as he thought it, she did wake up, her brown irises meeting his. He watched her scrunch her nose, wondering what had woken her up in the first place. Then she looked down, sensing what it was, and saw Emmett's hand there. She looked back at him questioningly.
"What are you doing, Emmett?" She was attempting to sound severe, but it didn't work. She was more amused than anything. He looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, which he kind of had been, if the jar was her panties and the cookies were her crotch.
"I…" Emmett was about to lie, say it was an accident, he'd woken up and his hand just happened to be resting there, but he thought better of it. After all, she wasn't mad, was she? No, no, she wasn't. Hmmm…
"I wanted to feel your pussy." He simply stated.
Bella was speechless. Was he trying to make her wet? Well, he succeeded!
"Well, stop." She whispered, removing his hand. "You're making me horny." If he could be honest, so could she. Bella turned her head away, thinking that the conversation was over.
"Bella." His hand returned. It so wasn't over.
"Stop, we'll wake them." Bella motioned towards his sleeping brothers, who had yet to be bothered.
"I can be quiet." Emmett flashed a wicked grin. And he meant it. He was in a naughty mood.
"Emmett, this isn't the time." Bella said weakly, half of her brain screaming yes! And the other, logical half screaming no!
"No, we're doing that later." Emmett winked. He had no intention of sexing her up then and there. He had enough sense to not lose his "innocence" while his brothers were mere inches away. They wouldn't survive. He was probably going to break the bed. It was a good thing they didn't have neighbors.
"So what are we doing?" Bella eyed him cautiously, not catching on.
In one swift movement, Emmett yanked Bella underneath him, putting a finger to his mouth, signaling for her to be quiet.
Slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he descended down her body until he was hidden beneath the covers. Bella's breath sped up.
That's right, baby, I'm gonna make you cum. Me, no one else.
Emmett slid her panties off, brushing his nose against her curls adoringly. She smelled divine, and it was evident that she was enjoying his attentions. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her.
Bella shuddered, grasping the sheets and biting her lip to prevent her gasps from escaping.
Emmett didn't want to seem like a fumbling teenager, but he wasn't used to the mechanics of a woman. It was a learning experience, aside from everything else.
Spreading her lips, he traced his tongue over her clit, and judging by her reaction, that was the magic spot. He found her opening, too, and that really got her going. She was a bundle of nerves. All he had to do was play her. He slid one finger into her. Bella sounded so relieved that he added another, then another. Bella muffled her moans by placing his abandoned pillow over her mouth. Oh, and he felt like the man just then. Edward had made love to her three times that day, had gotten an I Love You, but Bella still wanted Emmett. That had to mean she loved him…
Bella jumped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
I'm pretty good at this, he thought, a bit smug.
He sucked on her clit. Bella's squeezed her thighs close to his head, her toes digging into the bed as she struggled to contain herself. She was already on the edge.
Emmett was surprised when she came. He was expecting it to take longer. Her juices flowed into his mouth, and her incoherent cries amped up for the grand finale. She wasn't so loud that she woke Jasper or Edward, luckily. It was a miracle, in Emmett's opinion.
Emmett crawled back up her body, kissing her briefly but passionately. "I think I can sleep now." He murmured, kissing her once, twice more. It was just a taste of what was to come. He couldn't help but feel self-satisfied.
Bella nodded, dazed. "Right…sleep."
Emmett cuddled her and promptly fell into slumber, a small smile gracing his lips.
When Emmett went to breakfast the next morning, he was greeted by a less than happy Edward.
"I hate you."'
Emmett rolled his eyes. "What did I do this time?"
"You know perfectly well." Edward dug into his cereal with a vengeance.
"And what do I know?" Emmett asked, sarcastic.
"Last night." Edward grumbled. "You and Bella. I couldn't sleep after that. Did you think we wouldn't hear you?"
Emmett shrugged, somewhat disappointed that he hadn't been as successful as he had believed. "I wasn't thinking about it. Didn't care. I was in the mood." He started eating his own cereal, seeing as Jasper wasn't up to make breakfast.
"You should be more considerate next time." Edward scolded.
"Yeah, yeah, I promise I won't go down on her in your presence ever again. Don't be such a dodo about it."
"You're an idiot."
"Would you two stop fighting?" Jasper padded into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. Walking past Emmett, he smacked his younger sibling on the head. "You kept me up, jackass."
Oh, for god's sake. They were both awake? They did a fantastic job of hiding it.
"Sorry." Emmett said. He watched Jasper work around the kitchen, preparing his and Bella's meals. He could tell he was tired, and his mood was not good.
"So, what are you two doing today?" Emmett asked, changing the subject.
"Dad and I are hanging out." Edward said.
"I'm having lunch with mom." Jasper chimed in, not sounding all that enthused.
"Really? When did you plan this? They don't want to hang out with me?" Emmett was puzzled. Maybe he needed to start talking to his parents more often.
"Mom called me yesterday." Jasper revealed. "She says she doesn't see us enough. I figured today was a good time."
"Dad wants to talk to me about something." Edward said. "I'm not sure what, but we haven't really caught up lately. I thought it was as good a time as any, since we have to be gone."
"Maybe he has news about James." Emmett said, frowning.
James. A name they'd been intentionally putting out of their minds for the past few days. Nothing to spoil the mood like a butchering rapist. It brought things back into focus; the bad side of reality, that is. The lovelier side of reality was still in play.
Emmett, for one, wanted to deal with him. But it had turned into a waiting game. It was easy to wait when no one was after you, and you weren't even on the predator's radar. It was even easier to wait when they didn't know where he was and what to do with him if they did know. Emmett had a feeling his dad wouldn't approve of murder, but Carlisle Cullen was a man of many layers. He vowed to find out what he could about his colleague's whereabouts, and that was all that could be done at the moment.
Emmett's dark thoughts were interrupted when Bella came up behind him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Morning."
She was glowing.
"Good morning." Emmett purred, kissing her on the lips.
"Edward." She went over to him next.
"Good morning, love."
Emmett tried not to be annoyed. It was easy to believe that he was the preferred one. Jasper was more complicated, and Emmett was sillier. Maybe Edward was more attractive to her.
Jasper peeked at her from where he was standing at the stove, averting his eyes before she could catch him staring. He was waiting for her to approach. It amazed Emmett how cautious Bella could be with him in certain instances, and completely carefree in others. He prided himself in the fact that she wasn't like that with him. Jasper was altogether more fearsome, but Emmett never scared her. As it was, Bella approached Jasper with caution, probably sensing that he was in some way displeased.
"Good morning, Jasper." She put her arms around him, almost wary of touching him. Jasper's icy exterior immediately thawed at her touch. He could be a real grouch in the morning. This morning, however, the cure was simple. He turned to capture her lips, both of his hands finding the curves of her body irresistible. It quickly turned into a heated make-out session.
Emmett, not in the least bit willing to let this go on, stood up and got between them. He cleared his throat.
Jasper broke the kiss, giving his youngest brother the evil eye. "What?" He snapped.
Emmett wore his poker face. "The eggs are burning." And he took Bella by the waist, led her back to his seat, sat down, and tugged her down so that she was on his lap. He shot Jasper (who was staring, bewildered, at him) a pointed look.
"Dude, it's Sunday. Get with it." Emmett said.
Jasper's bad mood made a comeback.
"Are you comfortable, Bella?" Edward asked, halfway out of his chair and ready to help her get out of Emmett's hold if she said the word.
He probably wanted her on his lap, Emmett thought.
Bella sensed that she was about to be in the middle of a tug of war. "No, I'm very comfortable, actually."
Emmett pumped his fist in victory. Bella chuckled.
"So, when are you guys leaving?" There were still a few hours until lunch, but Emmett wanted a better idea of when he'd have Bella all to himself.
"A little before noon." Edward replied, not bothering to tear his gaze from Bella.
"Yeah, me too." Jasper said, bringing a plate full of eggs and toast to Bella and sitting down with his own breakfast.
"You're not going together?" Emmett assumed they were both going to their parents' house.
"No, I'm meeting dad at his office." Edward explained. "He's working today. I might drop in on you and mom when I'm done." He told Jasper.
"She'll love that. She keeps talking about Thanksgiving. I think she wishes we'd come over every week for dinner like we used to." Jasper said.
"Why'd you stop?" Bella asked.
Jasper shrugged. "They started going on trips more and more often, and we got busier with work. We just never got back on track. Mom misses us, though. We should make an effort, especially now that you're here, Bella." Jasper stole Bella's hand, holding it firmly. "She's loved her chats with you over the phone. She already sees you as her daughter."
Bella beamed. "I feel the same."
She was as good as Esme and Carlisle's daughter, in Emmett's mind. It was good that they were taking to her so fast. She was going to be a part of their lives for a long, long time.
They spent the remainder of the morning watching old sitcom reruns. Emmett had his head in Bella's lap the entire time. He watched the way she pressed her toes against the coffee table rather than watching the television. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he never wanted to leave the couch. If Jasper wasn't right beside her, and Edward wasn't on the floor by her legs, he swore he would have taken her right there. Or taken a nap, whichever. That was how he wanted their relationship to be: relaxed. He wanted to play board games with her, teach her how to play videogames, take her for motorcycle rides, and have sex on the kitchen counter.
He also wanted Jasper to take his fucking lips off of Bella's neck.
Douche bag. He knows it's my day with her. Can't he keep his hands off?
"Isn't it time to go yet?" Time to force the issue. It was eleven. He wished time would go faster. Edward and Jasper got the hint, but they were enjoying torturing him. If anything, it was payback for the night before. They were just going to have to get over it, Emmett thought. He'd waited patiently to be alone with Bella, and now it was his turn. They'd both been with her, for Christ's sake. They couldn't have her all the time.
At twenty minutes past eleven, Emmett let them know, subtly, that it was time for them to leave.
"Move it, motherfuckers. You're taking up space."
Okay, so he wasn't subtle. Maybe taking both sets of car keys and actually handing them to their respective owners was a bit much. Maybe ushering them out the door was a bit much, too. They laughed the whole time, taking a sort of pleasure in the fact that they had cracked Emmett's normally laid back manner.
Bella was laughing, too. They were all so blunt when it came to what they wanted.
"What's so funny?" Emmett smirked, leaning on the front door.
"Nothing." Bella shook her head.
"Oh really? Are you laughing at the great Emmett? Do you dare?"
"Never! He is too great to be laughed at."
"But you were, little girl." Emmett sighed. "And you're going to have to apologize, I'm afraid."
"Oh, mighty one, a thousand apologies!" Bella made a show of bowing.
"Hmm…not quite forgiven." Emmett scratched his chin. "A kiss might do it."
Emmett went over to where she sat kneeling on the floor. Emmett plopped down in front of her and took her face in his hands.
"I'm expecting a real kiss, now. Got that?"
"Mighty one, I shall not disappoint." Bella swore.
With that, she took Emmett's soft, full lips with her own. By now, she had become a bit of an expert in the art. She massaged her tongue with his, remembering what that tongue had been doing to her only hours earlier. She went at him more aggressively, nibbling on his lower lip. She snuck one of her hands down to the bulge in his pants. Emmett groaned.
"You're forgiven."
Bella continued kissing him. "So what's the plan for today?"
"Plan? No plans." Emmett said, lost in the feel of her tongue and her lips.
"No?" Bella stopped. "So…is this a date or…not?"
"Oh, it's a date. I just plan on ravaging you through most of it."
Bella was definitely agreeable to that.
Emmett didn't care where it happened. He had a fantasy of doing it on the couch and every flat surface in the house, including the walls.
But he was spontaneous by nature.
Which was why they ended up on the hallway floor. Why move? There was a plush rug there, so Bella wouldn't be uncomfortable. Sure, it wasn't the cleanest place, but Emmett did promise to get Bella dirty.
And he was curious about trying out that thing called shower sex. Sounded like the perfect sequence of events.
Bella was in a playful mood. Emmett found it incredibly sexy when she took control. He let her, of course, perfectly compliant when she insisted on getting on top of him and straddling his hips.
Emmett cupped her breasts in his hands as she undid his jeans.
"Shouldn't I be doing the work?" He asked, forcing her down so he had access to her chest. He slid his hands underneath her shirt, stripping her of it along the way.
"No way. I love undressing you. It's like opening a present." Bella discarded his belt, her agile fingers working on the button and zipper next.
She reached into his pants then, feeling his erection hot and hard in her hand.
Emmett hissed. Bella continued to stroke him, excited by the reaction she was getting. Emmett was a bit too ready. He'd whacked off in the shower earlier, but that was doing nothing to help him now. He stilled Bella's hand, pausing for effect. She waited to see what he'd do next.
She had to know he wasn't going to allow her that kind of control for too long.
He flipped her onto her back, grinning down at her. Bella huffed at the sudden change of position.
"Not fair."
"I never said I played fair." Emmett tugged her sweatpants off and dipped his hand inside her panties.
"Baby, you're soaked." He groaned. Emmett saw his own lust reflected in Bella's eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you now." Emmett said. He searched her face for any sign of doubt. All he found was lust, and what he hoped was love. He came close to asking her how she felt about him. He wanted to hear her say that she loved him. Nothing was about to kill his love for her, but it would hurt if she loved him any less than she did Edward. He hesitated, waiting for the words to tumble out of her lips, but he quickly realized how foolish an expectation that was. She was there with him, beneath him, about to join her body with his. That was enough.
For now.
Bella swallowed, her chest heaving. Emmett kicked off his pants and boxers. Her bra and panties were soon history.
And there were no barriers between them. He'd been waiting a long time for this moment.
When he pushed into her tight heat at last, Emmet was barely able to keep his composure.
"Fuck, Bella!" That's it. He was going to become a sex addict. Bella would be in a perpetual state of exhaustion from then on, he decided. He knew sex was supposed to be fanfuckingtastic, but this was on a whole new level. Nothing could have prepared him for the experience of being inside Bella.
"God, you're perfect. We're perfect for each other. Your pussy was made for me." He retreated, sliding back in and burying himself to the hilt. She was so soft and warm and everything, absolutely everything. He chanted her name over and over, forcing his eyes to stay open so he could watch her.
Bella writhed beneath him, locking both of her legs around his waist as they rocked back and forth, completely entwined with each other. Emmett was sure there wasn't an inch of her skin that he wasn't touching.
He lasted longer than Bella expected him to. He was a bit of a stallion. When she came, he just kept on going, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.
"Emmett!"
"That's right, baby, cum for me."
Bella clutched his broad shoulders, completely lost in the sensations she was being assaulted by. Just as she was coming down from her high, she felt that familiar tingling begin to swarm her groin and belly again.
They were both shocked when she had a second orgasm. Emmett felt her walls contract around his erection, and that did it for him.
"Shit! Bella!" Emmett stilled as his release hit. Bella was there right along with him, her breath knocked out of her body for the second time in a matter of minutes.
Emmett rolled over onto his side, laying his head on Bella's naked breast.
"You're amazing." He whispered, in awe.
"You're a sex god." Bella said, as if she couldn't quite wrap her mind around what had happened.
Emmett licked her pert nipple in reply. "Am I? Well, this sex god hears the shower calling."
"Oh…I guess that's a good idea." Bella made no move to get up. Her legs had turned to jelly.
"I think it's an excellent idea." Emmett, fully recovered (much to Bella's astonishment), stood up, lifting her into his arms with ease. "After all, I did say we'd do it four times, didn't I?"
Bella's jaw dropped. Yes, he did say that.
"And I always thought you would look good against the shower wall." He waggled his eyebrows.
"Jesus…" Bella had no intention of fighting him. Instead, she let Emmett carry her off into Orgasmville.
A/N Hope you liked! Please review.
P.S. If I get enough reviews, I might just have to update this weekend (hint hint). Have a fantastic Christmas!
