– SHOW ME YOUR TATS –
CHAPTER 6
I'm working through the weekend so I call Rosalie on my lunch hour the next day, because I've been thinking about her nonstop since I left her last night, and if I'm coming on too strong at this point, I no longer care.
She answers on the second ring, her voice sending a shiver through me as she says a throaty hello, and we chat aimlessly for a bit before I reluctantly have to get back to work.
We've made plans to meet up again on Tuesday, for a quick coffee when I'm off work and she's on her dinner break from the shop, which we enjoy in one of the many little parks I stumbled upon during my earlier crazed wanderings in search of true love.
We talk on the phone every night, texting silly, and sometimes sexy, things back and forth during the hours in between, and I'm walking around with the biggest grin I've ever worn in my life. People notice, some congratulate me and others bust my balls for it, but I take it all in stride. I'm head over heels, one-hundred percent gaga and googly-eyed in love, and nothing else but that matters.
Bella is beside herself with excitement when I finally confide it all to her, and I can hear Edward snickering in the background as she jumps around and squeals with the phone pressed against her ear. Rosalie and I double date with them the next weekend, grabbing a slice of pizza and a movie that Saturday night, and from the corner of my eye, I can see Bella's Cheshire-cat grin while I hold Rosalie's hand atop my thigh as the film plays on. Edward claps me on the back as we bid the other couple goodnight, giving me a nod and a proud smirk, looking back once and grinning even larger when he wraps his arm around Bella as they walk away.
Three weeks pass and things are going stronger than ever, our heated make-out sessions when I drop her at her door growing obscene as I continue to stubbornly hold back, but I've decided now that tonight's the night. I'm pulling out all the stops, determined to make things as special as she is to me, and hopefully, we'll seal the deal in a way that lives up to everything I want our first time to be.
I text her first thing in the morning, my usual greeting accompanied with an invitation. It's Friday, and I know I can sneak off the site a bit early, so I plan to come home, clean up, and show off a skill I mostly keep hidden—I'm going to make her dinner.
Rosalie agrees, sending me a kissing-heart emoji along with her acceptance, and I melt a whole lot inside like the total enamored sap I've become. I return the sentiment and add a winky-guy for good measure, hoping to convey at least some of what I've got in mind so it doesn't come as a total surprise to her later, and then I grudgingly put my phone away and get up to face the day.
Work's a sweaty blur and I'm off the site by four thirty, stopping for a few quick groceries and then heading straight home to put my plan into action. For once I don't whack off as I clean myself up in the shower, instead just washing my hair, face, and body extra-thoroughly and then getting dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. I don't have time to abuse myself tonight, nor the need, if all goes as well as I hope.
I check the clock on the stove as I come into the kitchen, the non-perishables I'd grabbed at the store still sitting in bags on the countertop. It's six fifteen, and I'd asked Rosalie to be here by seven, which gives me just enough time to get my main course in the oven and most of the cleanup done before she arrives.
After sorting and putting away the last of my groceries, I wash and chop the veggies and get some ground beef on to fry. Next I sauté the onions, just a hint of garlic, and a few colors of bell pepper before adding them in with the meat, then add a jar of my mom's homemade tomato sauce and let it all simmer while I take the al dente lasagna noodles out of their pot. It all gets layered together with my favorite three cheese blend, and then I pop it in the oven with just enough time to start the cleanup.
By the time my buzzer rings, the kitchen is in a presentable state, and thankfully, so is the rest of the place. I dry my hands on a dishtowel before letting Rosalie in, waiting at my open door for her to appear down the hall. This is the first time she's been to my condo, and her face lights up when I come into her view, her footsteps hurrying to reach my outstretched arms.
She straight-up lunges at me from a foot away, and I laugh as I catch her, stumbling backward into my apartment with her arms around my neck. I shut the door with my foot as her hands grab my head and she practically climbs me like a tree, her legs wrapping around my waist as I support her ass and accept her hungry kiss.
"It's like you're happy to see me or something," I joke when she finally releases me, sliding back down my body to land softly on the floor.
"Something like that," Rosalie says with a sultry bend to her features, and then she slips off her black-and-white checkered shoes before following my lead into the open kitchen and living room.
"Nice place," she remarks, unzipping her burgundy hoody as she looks around, pulling it off and hanging it on the back of one of the high stools at the small island. I grin as she makes herself completely at home, her black spaghetti-strapped tank top giving me an almost-full view of the glorious ink swathing her chest, arms, and back. I know there's more to be discovered yet, but I file that away for later.
I can't help but watch her tight denim-clad ass as she wanders around, checking out my stuff and eventually plopping down onto my dark-gray leather couch, facing me at the kitchen counter. "Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, doing a quick mental check of what I have in the fridge.
"What have you got?" Rosalie asks as if reading my mind, and I grin.
"Beer, club soda, orange juice, vodka—I could make you a screwdriver?"
"Hmm, a beer sounds good," she replies, so I grab a bottle for us both, uncapping them before joining her on the couch.
Rosalie turns toward me from her spot in the corner, leaning back against the padded arm and bringing her legs up to criss-cross in front of her. She tips her drink to her lips, taking a deep swill and swallowing, a contented sigh falling from her mouth as she rests the cold bottle atop her thigh and smiles at me.
I'm fucking dazzled, watching her just sit and relax here with me, her hair up in a messy ponytail, dressed for comfort with her white-socked feet up on my couch and a bottle of beer in her hand. I've never seen anything as beautiful as she is here and now, in this moment, and before I ask for her body, I'm going to make damn sure she knows she has my heart.
"I want to tell you something," I say, clearing my throat against a prickle of nerves. Rosalie arches an eyebrow at me, her features smooth and content, and I take a quick drink of my beer and then place it on the coffee table before I can chicken out and change my mind. "These last few weeks have been . . . amazing. The best time I've ever had in my life." Rosalie smiles softly, her eyes trained expectantly on mine, and it gives me the courage to go on. "I just want you to know that I'm all in here. I won't freak either of us out and say that word yet—you know which one—but I'm there, and I hope you'll keep giving me the chance to prove it every day."
Rosalie licks her bottom lip as she stares at me, her bright blue eyes flicking back and forth all over my face, and then she takes another small sip of her beer before setting the bottle on the end table and straightening out like she's about to stand.
For a frantic second I think she's about to just get up and leave, my heart taking a careening leap out the window as I panic and curse my big stupid mouth, but instead she crawls the short distance to where I'm sitting and perches herself in my lap.
Almost shaking with relief, I run my hands up her thighs as she sinks into her straddle atop my legs, my hands moving around to cup her ass and pull her tighter against me still. I can feel my eyes are hooded as I stare straight into her gorgeous face, licking my lips and waiting for her to say or do something in response to what I've just shared.
Rosalie looks back at me silently for a moment, her gaze piercing deep within me and pulling harder on the strings she's tied around my soul, but I know they won't come loose. I'm hers now, whether she decides to be mine or not, and I will always be bound tight in my love for her. "Aside from the fact that I just really fucking like you, Emmett, no one has ever made me feel the way you do," she finally says, her blue eyes wide open and her cheeks taking on a delicate flush of pink. "I'm not saying I've only dated losers before, because that wouldn't be true, but I've never had someone take the time to treat me like I'm special, to get to know me and give me a chance to know them before we dove in head first, and to be honest I never knew it was something that I wanted. You make me feel like I'm the only woman in the world, though, and if you're in this all the way, then so am I."
Her hands are on my face now, delicate fingers tracing the light stubble on my jaw, and I cup one of them with my own, folding it closed so I can place a soft kiss on her knuckles.
"You are the only woman in the world . . . for me," I tell her, my voice husky with both emotion and a desperate desire to show her just how much I mean that. I had never realized before how much feeling could be expressed through the body, through kiss and touch and sex. That emotions could be shared along with the pleasure, a slow, silent conversation of nerves and flesh. I want nothing more right now than to tell her everything my words could never express, letting my mouth and hands—and yes, my dick—do the talking in a way I'd never be eloquent enough to achieve any other way.
Rosalie leans forward to kiss me, and we press our lips together softly, slowly, until her fingers weave together behind my head and she pulls me toward her, urging me onward as her tongue curls together with mine.
I can't help but fucking groan as I'm overcome with how much I want every last little piece of her, and as she grinds her heat down harder against my lap, I'm lost. My hands leave her ass and trail up under her shirt, following her sides, her skin so damn warm and soft it's like a caress against my palms.
We kiss clumsily as shirts are shed, our lips parting for the briefest moment necessary and then finding each other's again in a mess of heated breath. She wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top, much like the day she first flashed me from the street, giving my eager hands access to her breasts, my thumbs grazing the tight peaks of her pierced nipples.
"Gah," she moans as I pinch one and give a light tug to the silver hoop embedded in her flesh, breaking our kiss as her hands go to work on my pants.
"Wait," I say, panting as she slides down to the floor to land on her knees, her actions clear where she intends to take this. I'd been planning on me showing her how I feel first, but my girl clearly has other ideas. "You don't have to—"
"Are you kidding me?" she interrupts, looking back up with a lustful hunger clear in her eyes, her gaze daring me to try to stop her. "I've been thinking about this for weeks."
I sit back as she unbuttons my jeans, opening the zipper and pulling on the waistband of my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. My solid cock springs free, and her face goes comically blank. "Is that thing real?"
I chuckle and look down at my manhood, long and thick as it's ever been, and I shrug. "Yeah."
Rosalie blows out an impressed whistle, wrapping both of her hands around it as I groan and thrust up gently against her palms. "Jeez, I really hit the jackpot with you, didn't I?" she says, a sly grin on her face while she pumps me a few times with soft, gentle pressure.
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," I respond, my voice deep and husky as my dick finally gets some of what it's been craving for weeks. Her head lowers down until she's breathing hotly against my skin, and my hands clench into fists against the couch when she gives my length one long swipe upward with her tongue.
I groan loudly again, my head falling back against the couch as I feel her move to give me more . . . and then the oven timer beeps loudly through the haze. Startled by the unexpected noise, Rosalie straightens up, pulling her face out of my lap, and for a few seconds we just stare at each other with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
Fucking cock-blocking lasagna! What the fuck!
My face must twist into something truly ridiculous, because Rosalie bursts out laughing with my dick still in her hand, and I can't help but join her in the absurdity of the situation. "Ugh, I'd better get that before it burns," I say after a moment of hilarity, and with a deeply amused smile, she nods and stands, making way for me to do the same.
I get up and tuck my seriously pissed-off cock back into my jeans, walking quickly into the kitchen and grabbing some silicone mitts to pull our dinner from the oven. I set it on a heat pad on the counter, steam rising and sauce bubbling from the top. It'll need to cool for at least ten minutes before we can tuck in, maybe more, and I hope we can get back to at least some of what was so rudely interrupted just a moment ago.
Rosalie is still standing there half-naked when I look back over to her in the living room, and the heat in her eyes has only grown stronger as she watches me tend to our meal. Her hands are slid casually into her back pockets, her tattooed breasts jutting out and not giving even a single fuck that all the blinds on the windows around us are open. I see that fire in her again, the one that dares anyone to think she's anything less than a whole person, to see only the outside and ignore what's within.
Well, I see her—all of her—and I need it. Now.
I move around from behind the island and reach a hand out toward her, which she moves forward and takes without a second's hesitation. We walk down the hall and into my bedroom, where my king-size bed sits waiting, made casually with a black-and-grey plaid comforter and clean white sheets. She turns and falls down onto it immediately, bouncing against the plush mattress as she spreads her arms wide and grins up at me in a clear invitation.
My jeans come all the way off this time, and the look in Rosalie's eyes tells me I might as well just shed my boxer briefs, too. She watches me hungrily as I push them down my legs, my cock not nearly impressive as it was just a few minutes ago, but that will change quickly once we get things going again.
I'm so damn eager that my hands feel big and clumsy as I lean over her and undo her pants as well. I slide them off to find the hottest little pair of black lace underwear, her shaved pussy clearly visible through the scanty fabric. Yep, I'm hard again just like that, ready to bust a nut right here and now as I guide the thin straps down her legs and toss the tiny thong to the floor.
Her body is on full display for me now, and I'm in awe as my gaze travels the lengths of swirling colors and patterns. Flowers and leaves covering her arms and chest, cats in several different poses climbing down one of her sides, a mandala around her bellybutton radiating inches out in all directions, vines snaking her hips and trailing down her legs to more . . . Awash in it all, I just stand here and stare, absorbing every inch of the skin she's personally designed, until Rosalie reaches out one hand and beckons me down to her with a smile.
I sink onto the bed immediately, hovering over her with my head near her hips. Fuck, she smells good, a sweet and spicy floral scent to her skin as I run my nose upward from her navel, finally taking one tight nipple into my mouth. She groans throatily as I flick the small ring piercing it with my tongue, letting my other hand come up to palm the supple flesh on her other side.
Enjoying myself way too fucking much, I release her breast and let my fingers trail back down her body to the heat between her legs, palming the hot mound before I part her folds and let myself inside. Rosalie lets out a desperate, shuddering moan as I start to thrust in and out of her slowly, her hands not seeming to know where to land on me, fluttering back and forth from my head to my shoulders to my biceps. "Emmett," she says in a breathy pant as I push into her deeper and faster.
"Mmm?" I hum, my tongue still engaged with her puckered nipple.
"I really need your dick in my mouth right now. I don't want you to stop, but I barely got a taste of it earlier and it's seriously all I can think about. Can you flip around?"
I lift my head to look at her questioningly, but then exactly what she means by her request solidifies in my mind. "You want to . . . I mean, yeah. Hell yeah. Uh, on our sides?"
She nods eagerly, biting her lip in anticipation as I maneuver myself into the best position for this. It won't be my first time in a sixty-nine, but finding a woman who fucking asks for one is a rare treat, indeed. Could she possibly get any more perfect for me? The answer is clearly no, proved further yet when she opens one bent knee toward the ceiling and gives me the most glorious access to her pussy I could have asked for.
Right there in my face, pink and swollen and just absolutely begging for me to dive my tongue into, I do exactly that as she wraps one hand around the base of my shaft and takes me all the way into the back of her throat.
We both groan at the same time, muffled as it is with both our mouths currently engaged in each other's bodies, but it still sounds sexy as fuck and makes the fire in me rage even hotter. We settle into our positions, with Rosalie slightly more on her back and myself leaning over her just enough, and without another word, we have at it. I put my own skills to work, licking and sucking at the absolute feast laid out before me, while Rosalie proves she's a master of the blow job, seeming to have no trouble at all with the extra-large size of my cock.
The truth is it's really fucking hard to get off like this, a strange back and forth of what you're feeling versus what you're doing, but it's still an incredible experience that works you into a damn near frenzy of pent up lust and need, pushing you slowly toward the edge until you're absolutely dying for release. I have no idea how much time passes, lost in both her body and the delightful torment she's inflicting on mine, but eventually our strangled moans and clenching thighs become a clear sign that it's time to move on.
"Should I grab a condom?" I ask, giving her one long, final swipe with my tongue, earning me a deep groan that fits with how swollen I can feel she's become. "Or should I finish you here first?"
"Condom," she pants once her mouth is free, her arm flopping down on the bed as she releases my dick from her grasp. "I definitely need to be milking that cock tonight."
Goosebumps erupt across my skin while at the same time a sharp heat pulses through me. Fuck, that was dirty, and so incredibly damn sexy. My girl has the face of an angel and a mouth of pure sin. I nearly shiver as I climb off the bed and dart over to my bedside table, returning just as quickly with a square gold packet. For a moment, we just stare at each other in anticipation after I have it rolled on, until I finally crawl back onto the bed to hover over her.
I kiss her hard, my tongue invading her mouth as her hands grasp my head in an enthusiastic response, and if she minds that my face is covered in her scent and fluids, she doesn't show it in the least. Pulling back once I can't wait another second to get inside, I urge her to flip over, pulling her hips up so I can slide myself in from behind.
Following my lead, Rosalie maneuvers slightly so she's resting on her elbows with her ass up in the air, parting her knees just enough to stay balanced. I rub my cock through her slick wetness a few times before pushing in slowly, careful as I always am with someone new. She takes me in with absolutely no issues, though, pressing back against me with a throaty moan even as I get my full length in.
Fuck, this is perfection, like her body was made for me in every which way, the icing on the whole damn cake considering just how much I love everything else about her. My heart feels like it's going to burst as I move in a connection I've never shared with anyone else before, which only makes this incredible experience all the better.
"Harder, Emmett," Rosalie begs from underneath me, her hands clenched atop the bed, so I increase my pace, my thrusts matching my pulse, and I'm rewarded when her pussy clenches like a fist around my cock. Her throaty moan as she comes is like a siren song in my ears, pushing me straight over the edge and soon I'm shooting a whole orgasmic load myself.
After a second of ragged panting as I just rest inside her and gather my wits, I pull out and make a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the rubber. When I come back, Rosalie is lying facedown on the bed, looking for all the world like she's just been thoroughly fucked. I know the feeling. I slide onto the bed beside her and she turns toward me, a lazy, satisfied smile on her flushed and glowing face.
"So worth the wait," she mumbles, and I can't help but chuckle and reach over to pull her into my arms. She comes easily, fitting seamlessly against my side, her head resting on my chest as I stroke her mess of silky hair.
"Agreed," I say, pulling her closer yet and placing a soft kiss on her temple. She was worth every step, every frustration, every fear and uncertainty and doubt, and she will be for the rest of my life, I just know it.
"Hey, are you hungry?" I add, remembering the abandoned lasagna out on the kitchen counter and hoping it hasn't gone stone cold while we were blissfully distracted in here.
Rosalie lifts her head and looks me in the eye, what is quickly becoming my favorite sly grin twisting up one side of her mouth. "Starved," she replies, crawling back atop me and setting her lips to work against mine once more.
Dinner can fucking wait; looks like we're having dessert first.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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