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Chapter Six: The Weekend (Part Two)

Teasing her, Emmett let his fingers roll across the thin straps of her top, sliding them underneath as he toyed with the white bra strap that was on show. He pushed it off her shoulder before doing the same to the other one. Then, he leaned down and ran the tip of his nose against her skin.

"You smell so fucking edible," he breathed. "Like I could just devour you whole."

She whimpered. Rose actually fucking whimpered. And Emmett? He grinned against the skin of her shoulder.

His large, warm hands skimmed down her shoulders, stopping to rest on the waistband on her jeans.

"May I?"

"Please." It came out needy because that's what she was—needy. For him.

Emmett's large fingers deftly undid the button and then slid the zipper down, the sound echoing around the room. His fingers hooked into the sides of her jeans, and as he dragged them down, he got to his knees, his eyes level with her stomach.

"Hands on my shoulders," he commanded. His voice was firm.

She was hopeless to do anything but obey him.

Rose rested her hands on his muscular shoulders. Her fingers clenched around his shirt slightly in anticipation.

Emmett helped her to step out of her jeans and socks. And then his hands skimmed up her legs.

She tremored with pleasure.

His hands grasped her thighs, and he forced her to widen her stance. His gaze wandered over her light pink underwear, lace running along the top. A smirk quirked at his lips. "Cute."

Keeping one of his hands on Rosalie's thigh, Emmett used the other to move around her body. Reverently, his finger stroked the lace of her underwear before he trailed it down the front, the light touch making her dizzy.

"I can't wait to see what's under here."

"Then take them off."

Emmett's eyes bored into hers. "Are you topping from the bottom, Rosie?"

A delicate blush covered her face and chest.

"I'll let you get away with it… for now." His voice held a dark promise, one that Rose definitely wanted to explore.

With careful hands, Emmett slid her underwear down her legs, Rose's breath hitching as she was finally bared to him.

Emmett's eyes roved her, taking in her body, every curve, every inch of creamy flesh that was bared to him.

"My God," he breathed, almost reverently. "You are beautiful."

Rose felt her blush deepen.

"I could spend all day looking at the pussy. It's stunning. Your light hair, trimmed so neatly. The way your clit is peaking out, begging me to suck on it. Fuck."

Rose let out a shaky breath as his words sent a wave of wetness straight between her legs.

Much to her surprise, Emmett then rose to his feet.

"Undress me."

He didn't have to tell her twice.

Rose reached out and let her palms lay flat against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his chest, despite his cotton shirt separating their skin on skin contact. She trailed her hands down his chest and abdomen, feeling the rugged ridges of his muscles underneath her fingers.

When she got to the hem of his t-shirt, Rose pulled it upwards. Emmett lifted his arms, helping her remove the clothing from his body.

She let it drop to the floor, and then her eyes zeroed in on his body.

Holy fuck.

The man was a God. His body looked like it could have been sculpted out of marble. His chest was chiselled, leading to a clearly defined six-pack. His arms were just as muscled. Rose found herself wondering what they would feel like pinning her down, holding her hands above her head, or spreading her legs as he licked her pussy.

"Undo my jeans," he told her. "But be careful. I'm not wearing any underwear."

Dear Lord.

Rose was sure that there was every chance she would explode before they even got into the bath.

Reaching down, Rose unhooked the button and then placed her finger on the zipper. She could already feel the head of his erection pressing against it.

Licking her lips in anticipation, Rose pulled the zipper down carefully, bracing herself for what she was about to see.

When his cock was finally free from the tight confines of his jeans, Rose's mouth fell open.

His cock was perfect. Glorious. Wonderful. It looked like it was made for women's pleasure—thick, long, and hard as steel; Rose knew that feeling him inside her would be unlike anything else she had experienced.

"See something you like?" His voice was teasing, but the lust was there, at the back of his throat.

Rose panted. She wanted to touch him, to run her hand along the delicious length of him and wrap her hand around his girth. But more than that. She wanted to taste him—something she hadn't wanted to do in the longest of times.

She reached forward, forgetting to push his jeans the rest of the way, but Emmett caught her hand in his.

"Not yet," he told her gently. "We have a bath to have."

With that, he finished undressing and held his hand out to Rose.

She was slightly surprised when he didn't lower himself into the bathtub first but instead helped her in, turning the taps off when she was submerged into the water. It felt like bliss. The water was lovely and warm, sliding slightly towards hot. Instantly, she felt soothed.

Emmett then went to the other side of the tub and sat opposite her, the water sloshing about slightly as he was engulfed by the warm liquid.

He lifted her foot and pressed his fingers into the sole. Tingles of pleasure shot up her foot and through her leg, going straight to her pussy.

"Oh!" she moaned, her head going back against the side of the tub. Thankfully, she'd arrived with her hair in a bun, so she didn't have to worry about getting it wet.

Emmett pressed harder, and she squirmed, the water dangerously close to going over the side of the tub as she twisted and turned under his ministrations. Who knew that such pleasure could be dragged from a foot massage? She certainly didn't.

"Do you like that, Rosie?" Emmett asked, his voice deep and dripping with lust as his other hand ran up the back of her calf slightly, clasping the slender limb in his hand, squeezing it lightly.

"Yesss." Her eyes were closed, one hand in a fist against her stomach as the other rested against the smooth porcelain side of the bath.

"If this is what you sound like when I'm touching your foot, I can't wait to find out what you sound like when I'm balls deep inside you."

Rose's back arched, and water hit the floor. But she didn't care. Pure pleasure cascaded through her as Emmett continued to work her foot. She never thought of herself as particularly sensitive in her feet—Emmett was proving that assumption to be wrong.

He pulled on her toes, his fingers sliding between them as he massaged her calf, drawing more moans out of her mouth. His hands were magic.

Rose was slightly disappointed when he released her until he started the same attention on her other foot.

The pleasure began again, shooting straight to her pussy.

Emmett remained silent.

At one point, Rose opened her eyes to find him looking at her intently, his eyes dark with want, his mouth quirked up slightly.

His hand began to ease its pressure on the ball of her foot, and once again, he placed it gently back in the bath.

Taking a few deep gulps of breath, Rose tried to compose herself and ignore the fact that she had almost orgasmed from him touching her feet.

"Feel better?" Emmett asked.

Rose half expected him to be teasing. But he wasn't. His eyes were frank. The want was still there, making his eyes look less like the ocean on a calm day and more like the sky before a storm rolled in. Yet, the sincerity was there, crinkling at the corners as he took her in.

"Yes," Rose told him. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Rosie. It's as much pleasure as it is yours. Touching you is a wonderful experience."

His words make the blush return to her face.

Emmett swore as his gaze darkened and narrowed to the tops of her breasts that were barely hidden by the water.

"What?" Rose asked, wishing her voice wasn't as husky as it was.

"When you blush, it doesn't just go to your face. It extends down your chest." His eyes were fixated on her creamy skin. "One day, I want to trace the path of your blush with my tongue."

Shit. The man had a way with words.

Her chest heaved as she panted, the image at the forefront of her mind. Rose could only imagine what that would feel like, his wet, warm tongue against her, tasting her neck and her nipples, making her clit pulse and throb with want.

"Do you want that, Rosie?"

"Yes." She wanted it. She craved it.

"What else do you want?"

Rose heard the question; it rolled around her brain as possibilities presented themselves. For you to touch me. For you to lick me.

But there was one that stood out. One that she was more curious about than all the other wants that she had.

She licked her lips and lifted a hand to brush a stray piece of hair out of her face, droplets of water sitting on her cheek. Steam rose around them, and she looked at Emmett, noting the way his chest rose and fell, the muscles in his body rippling as he shifted his arms slightly.

"Kiss me," Rose demanded. "I want you to kiss me." They hadn't kissed. She'd felt his lips against her cheek and forehead but not against hers. She had her own theory about what kissing him would be like, and she wanted to find out for herself.

Emmett's nostrils flared. "Come here then, and I will."

It was a challenge. One Rose readily accepted.

Rose pushed herself forward, raising up on her knees. The action lifted the top half of her body out of the bath. Her breasts were bared to Emmett and the balmy air in the bathroom.

Emmet's eyes never left hers.

On her knees, Rose shuffled towards Emmett. He widened his legs to let her slide in between them. Her legs pressed against his, and she was thrilled by the power she felt in them, his strong muscles pushing back against hers.

Just as she began to lean in, Emmett spoke.

"Turn around."

Rose was confused. And clit blocked. She wanted his lips, and she wanted them on hers. However, Emmett clearly had other ideas. She wondered if he was testing her, seeing how quickly she obeyed or if she'd rebel or question him.

Rose didn't do any of that though, she gave him a smile and turned around, more water leaving the bath as she sat back down on her ass.

Emmett's fingers touched her rib cage, and she breathed deeply, her entire body going tense.

He felt it. "Colour?"

They weren't in a scene, but this was the quickest way for Emmett to determine how she felt. Rose would never lie to her Dom, and he knew this.

"Green."

"Then why are you tense?"

Time to come clean. "Because I'm so aroused."

Rose sensed his breath on her ear before he spoke. "Good, the feeling's fucking mutual."

Emmett's strong hands wrapped around her rib cage, his hands lightly brushing the undersides of her breasts as he pulled her back against him.

A gasp escaped Rose when she felt his erection against his back. It was hot, so hot. Sure, she'd seen it before they'd gotten into the bath but feeling it against her? That was completely different. It made her want him more. Her nipples tingled, and her clit throbbed. She was sure it was a swollen mess, begging for his fingers, tongue, or cock. At this point, dry humping his large thigh would probably send her over the edge.

His lips were at her ear again, his hot breath fanning across her cheek as he spoke. "I ache for you."

"Mhm," she mumbled, enjoying the feeling of him behind her far too much. His chest was against her back, the hard lines of his body cushioning her. His legs were either side of hers, the hairs tickling her slightly. And his erection pressed prominently into her back.

When Rose wriggled slightly, Emmett hissed and held her tighter.

"Not yet," he told her gently. "This isn't something I'm going to rush."

One of his hands left her waist and lifted out of the water. He placed his hand on her jaw and gently turned her head so she was looking at him.

"We're going to fuck, Rose." Damn. Wet again—and not from the bath. "And when we do, you're going to be begging for it. You're going to want my cock and my hands and my tongue all over you."

Arousal hit her hard.

"But for now…" His fingers slid upward, and his thumb floated across her lips. "For now, we're just going to do this."

Then his lips were on hers.

Rose eyes fluttered close. He was soft and gentle and yet demanding. Emmett's lips pushed against hers, his hand cradling her cheek.

She kissed him back, every fiber of her body lighting up with heat and want.

His lips parted, his tongue sliding against her lips. Willingly, she let him in.

When their tongue touched, Rose moaned, and Emmett kissed her more forcefully, sitting forward more. His hand around her waist gripped her tighter, and he tilted his head.

Her hands came out of the bath, and desperately, she clutched at his hair, her fingers wetting the previously dry locks.

It was the best kiss she had ever had. And if the man could do that with just his tongue? She was in for a good time.

Rose moved to her side slightly, lost in Emmett. His cock brushed against her, and wicked ideas rolled into her head. It would be so easy to push him back and climb atop, plunging that large cock deep inside her. Or she could slide down more and let him fuck her tits. That idea was an intriguing one.

As he pulled away, she let out a moan of displeasure. Rose didn't want him further away. She wanted him closer.

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, a soft smile on his lips and a peaceful look on his face. For a brief moment, she wondered how she looked; swollen lips, messy hair and hooded eyes. Whatever Emmett saw, he seemed to like it.

His thumb swiped over the bottom of her lip. "You are so fucking beautiful." His eyes ran over her face, meeting her own eyes before they looked over her nose, cheekbones and mouth.

"Why did you stop?" It came out a little more than a whisper. She was so aroused.

"Because I told you; when we fuck you're going to be begging for it."

"I can beg if you want." Begging wasn't something she usually did, but for Emmett? She'd get on her knees and plead if it meant he'd keep touching her.

"I'll remember that," he responded, a wicked glint in his eye.

He gently pushed her forward. "Come on, time for bed."

Disappointment soared through Rose because it became very obvious that Emmett meant to sleep; despite the large erection, he was currently sporting.

He helped her from the bath and then stood himself.

Surprise hit Rose again when he wrapped a large fluffy gray towel around her before doing the same to himself. She wasn't used to being taken care of like this.

He led her from the bathroom and into the bedroom, where he set about drying her.

"Did you bring those peach pajamas?"

Rose nodded, and Emmett handed her bag to her.

Rose dug through, feeling slightly subconscious at his eyes on her as she rummaged through, eventually pulling out her pajamas.

She held them up to him, and he smiled.

"Good girl." The praise ran through her. It thrilled her.

"Can I dress you?"

"Yes."

Emmett stepped forward and took the peach pajamas from her. "Do you wear underwear when you sleep?"

Unable to speak, Rose shook her head.

"Good; fewer layers for me to get through." The wink he shot her sent her giggling.

Emmett placed her top on the bed behind her, leaving him holding her shorts. Slowly, sensually almost, he knelt down.

"Hold onto my shoulders, Rosie."

She did as he asked, her mind flashing to their time in the bathroom briefly before she returned to the here and now.

Emmett wrapped a hand around her ankle and then slowly lifted it from the floor. He positioned the shorts underneath her and then put her foot through the hole. He repeated the process on the same side.

Then, at an agonizingly slow speed, he dragged the soft material up her legs. Rose clenched her fingers against his shoulders, the skin still warm from the bath.

Once he settled them in place, Emmett ran his hands back down her legs, making her bite her lip to stifle a moan.

"Don't," Emmett told her, standing to his full height and pulling her lip out from her mouth. "I want to hear every fucking noise that comes out of your delectable little mouth."

Fire. She was on fire.

"It makes me so hard hearing how you react to me."

Then, he leaned against her, letting her feel the still hard as steel erection against her stomach.

"Ooohh." It was deliberate.

Emmett's eyes flamed with desire.

Not moving from her, he leaned against her more forcefully, making her bend slightly as he reached past her to pick up the top half of her pajamas.

His eyes never left hers, and his erection pressed fervently into her stomach.

Righting them both, Emmett pulled the shirt onto her head, tucking errant hair behind her ears as he slid it down her stomach, covering her.

Rose's nipples tingled against the material and then pressed forward, forming two pronounced peaks.

Emmett looked down, sucked in a breath and then grinned.

He kissed her forehead. "Get into bed." His voice was gentle, and Rose turned, sliding into bed.

She waited for him to move as she pulled the covers up to her chest, loving the crisp feel of the sheets against her overheated skin.

But Emmett didn't move. He just drank her in.

"Aren't you going to join me?" Rose asked. She remembered he said that she wasn't sleeping in the spare bedroom. Did that mean he would be? Rose didn't want that. She wanted him next to her, his hard, warm body keeping her comfortable throughout the night.

"Oh yes. I just wanted to memorize this moment. Seeing you in my bed for the first time." His voice was low and gravelly.

Those fucking tingles were back again.

Unabashedly, Emmett dropped the towel, revealing his magnificent cock once more.

Someone really should make a sculpture of it, immortalize it for every single person to see.

Watching her watch him, he smiled before turning away, showcasing his wonderful ass. Even that was muscled, and Rose wondered for a second what it would feel like for her to sink her teeth into the flesh.

Her gaze only broke from looking at him when he pulled a pair of pajama bottoms over her tanned skin, covering himself from her hungry eyes.

Emmett turned back towards the bed and leisurely walked over. He pulled back the covers on the other side and slid in, the bed dipping slightly with his weight. Leaning over, he turned off the bedside light that had been dimly illuminating the room.

He got himself comfortable, half reclined against the pillows and turned to Rose. "Are you a snuggler?"

She nodded, and he smiled.

"Good. Come 'ere."

Rose moved the small distance between them and cuddle into him, a strange calmness settling over her. She placed her head on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart as one hand rested on his toned stomach. She wrapped her other hand around herself.

Much to her surprise, Emmett twinned her fingers with his, his other hand resting behind his head.

As Rose lay there, listening to Emmett's heart in the dark room, she felt… different. Not only calm but at peace… and comfortable… and right. Several things she hadn't felt in the longest of times.

Her eyes began to drift close, and briefly, she felt Emmett's fingers tighten against hers before his lips touched her forehead.

"Sleep well, Rosie."

A giant yawn escaped her mouth as her body went lax. "Night, Emmett. Thank you for today." She struggled to get the words out. She was so relaxed.

While drifting off to sleep, a final thought crossed her mind.

I'm not scared.

I tell you what, the words for this fic are just flowing!

Thanks to Jgaff and Pearly Fox.