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Chapter Nine: The Lake (Part Two)
Rose had to remind herself to breathe. Something that was so simple and basic became an afterthought as she stared at Emmett, at every luscious inch of him. Muscles rippled over silky skin, and her mouth ached. The urge to lick him all over and then bite down was intense. As was the desire to drop to her knees before him, give him everything she was able to.
Standing only centimeters from him, Rose inhaled deeply, loving that his scent washed over her. She wanted to be consumed by him in every way possible.
Emmett reached out and fingered the hem of her dark purple tank top, slowly lifting the material from her stomach, exposing her to the warm air. It tickled her, creating a heat low in her stomach.
His other hand came out, grasping either side of the soft material. Then, slowly, with a patience Rose wasn't even sure she possessed herself, Emmett pulled the fabric from her body, lifting up upwards.
"Arms up," he commanded when it rested just below her breasts.
Like the good little sub she was, Rose obeyed.
Raising her arms to the sky, she waited.
Emmett slid the material over her chest, her nipples already straining against the fabric of her bra.
Temporarily, she was blinded by her clothes as Emmett pulled the shirt over her head and then discarded it on the floor.
With a smirk, he hooked his fingers into the tight waistband of her leggings and pulled her closer.
Rose stumbled slightly, and she found herself resting her hands on his chest to steady herself. Her palms felt ridiculously small against the large expanse of his chest. His skin was warm underneath her touch, and Rose wanted nothing more than to fall into that warmth. But this wasn't about that.
"Slip your shoes off," Emmett told her, his deep voice resonating through her. The timbre made her shudder with want.
Rose did as he asked, their eyes locked the entire time as she used the heel of her foot to remove one shoe before doing the same to the other.
Her socks slid off with her shoes, and Rose dug her bare toes into the grass. It was warm under her feet, and it tickled her skin, making her squirm slightly.
Emmett brought his other hand up to her hip and hooked his fingers into the side of her leggings—much like he had done on the opposite side.
With a lazy smile, Emmett pulled them down her body. The material clung to her like a second skin, so Emmett had to get to his knees to take them off her.
He helped to stabilise her when he dragged them down her legs and removed them, quite literally tossing them over his shoulder and onto the ground behind him.
"Nice panties," he remarked. They were turquoise with pink florals across them, black lace lining the hem.
Rose wanted to tell him that she wore them because they made her feel confident. And she wanted to feel that way with Emmett. She wanted to tell him that she liked the way they felt against her skin.
Yet, none of these things left her mouth. Because Emmett placed his forehead against her stomach, and his hot breath fanned across her skin. And Rose lost the ability to think, let alone speak. He was so close, so close it made her feel dizzy, yet she wanted more—craved it.
Desire flowed over her skin like a tropical wind, warming her already heated body even more. She felt almost lightheaded with pure lust.
"I can smell you," Emmett groaned. "You're so fucking potent."
Rose wasn't surprised. She felt like she was soaking, drowning in her own juices.
Her clit pulsed at his words.
Emmett dragged his nose down her skin, the tip cold.
She jerked away slightly before Emmett placed his hands on her ass, squeezed it once and then tugged her back.
"Don't pull away from me," he told her, his hands squeezing the flesh of her rump hard again.
It was a warning.
Part of Rose wanted to test him, to see what Emmett would do if she disobeyed him. Despite her earlier panic in the shower, Rose could see it clearly in her mind now. Emmett would swing his large hand, and it would land on her ass with a 'thwack'. Hopefully, he'd leave a handprint, the skin pink and stinging. She liked the idea of being spanked with his hand. That she could handle. Anything else, though, made her shudder.
Emmett squeezed her ass a third time and glanced up at her. "Stay with me, Rosie."
"I am," she breathed, looking down into his blue eyes. "I'm here."
Emmett searched her eyes and then smiled. "Good."
Placing his head low against her stomach, Emmett inhaled, groaned, and then in a move she wasn't expecting, pressed his nose against her underwear, straight on her clit.
"Oh!" Rose's eyes fluttered closed, and her hands went to his head, gripping the dark strands in between his fingers.
Emmett's hands, which had been on her hips, slipped into either side of her underwear, and before she knew what was happening, he was dragging it down her legs, exposing her pussy to the outdoors. It felt dirty. And exhilarating. Usually, Rose didn't relish the thought of public sex, of people watching her—not since that night. But with Emmett? God, it was hot.
The idea that somebody would watch him claiming her, taking her as his, of her gift of submission? Her nipples puckered into tight peaks, and she actually swayed towards Emmett, wanting more of him.
Again, he helped her out of her underwear. Then his eyes zeroed in on her cunt.
His hands slid up her thighs, squeezing her creamy flesh and Rose just had to look.
With difficulty, Rose opened her eyes, glancing down to see Emmett's hand on her thighs. They were so big, they splayed over most of her skin. She could feel the calluses on his palms and relished the way they felt. His fingertips were warm, and she could feel every single digit as if they were burning into her.
He glided them higher and higher until his palms were settled on either side of her pussy.
And Rose was so sure that this was it. This was the moment Emmett was finally going to touch her. She wondered what he would do first; slide his fingers through her trimmed hair, lightly flick her clit, or fondle or folds until she was a sobbing mess? Whichever he decided to do, Rose would eagerly take it. She'd take it all, and then some.
Alas, Emmett did none of those things. Instead, he got to his feet, his hands rising up her body as he did, stopping just underneath her breasts.
The sigh that escaped Rose was one of annoyance. Harshly, she blew out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding, her nostrils flaring.
Emmett stood to his full height and simply grinned at her. "Be patient, Rosie. Good things come to those who wait."
Rose wanted to come alright.
His hands sidled around her back, finding the clasp of her bra easily.
With nimble fingers, the clasp was quickly undone, the material going slack around her breasts.
Fighting the urge to lift her arms and stop the material from falling, Rose straightened her back and breathed deeply.
She didn't miss the way Emmett smiled at her.
Lightly running his fingers up her arms, Emmett slipped the straps of her simple white cotton bra down. As the straps fell to the crooks of her arms, a fresh wave of anticipation rushed over her.
Emmett pulled the cups away from her breasts, discarding her bra and leaving her marvellously naked.
The warm air caressed the tips of her breasts as Emmett's eyes hungrily rover over her, drinking every inch of her in.
"You're going to haunt my dreams," he said to her, almost reverently. "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."
Rose blushed at his words, and her hands came up to shield her body. Suddenly she felt too naked, too vulnerable.
But Emmett was there, his hands catching her and pulling her close, so close that she could feel the wet tip of his erection against her stomach.
"You are," Emmett affirmed. "I know you don't believe me, but you are such a beautiful person, Rose." He finished his statement with a kiss to her lips.
It started gently. It was soft and caring. And then Rose moaned, and the floodgates opened, a tsunami of need washing over them both.
His tongue was in her mouth, exploring every crevice, stroking against her own, creating a throb of pleasure.
Rose kissed him back with as much passion, wanting to get as close to him as she could.
When he released her hands, Rose grasped at his shoulders, rubbing herself against him, feeling the pre-cum from his erection smear across her stomach.
Emmett groaned into her mouth, his palms going to her backside and grasping two handfuls of her flesh. Briefly, Rose wondered if she could make him come by simply rubbing against him.
And then Emmett's lips had left hers, a coldness covering her face, seconds before he was sucking at her neck like a starving man.
"Oh!" Rose cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin. She wanted that. She wanted to mark him. She wanted him to mark her.
"Do you want to take that dip now?"
She heard him. But she didn't know how to answer. Rose wanted to stay in his arms, stay like this, with him hard against her, her stomach wet with his desire, and his lips against her skin. However, the thought of being in the water with him, feeling his slick skin against hers, was something else she wanted.
Rose wanted it all.
"Anything," she begged. "Anything."
Emmett smiled against her skin. She could feel it.
In a matter of seconds, Emmett had lifted Rose into his arms and catapulted them both into the lake.
The cold lake.
Rose wasn't ashamed to say that she screamed, gasping for breath as the cold water chilled her skin, her nipples pebbling for another reason entirely.
"Oh my God!"
Emmett, the sadistic bastard, laughed, his hands still around her waist as he flicked his hair, droplets of water skimming across the water's surface.
"I didn't know it would be this cold!" Rose actually felt breathless. She was relieved when Emmett pulled her closer. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, stealing his body heat.
Emmett placed his wet, cold hands on her face, his smile wide and his eyes bright. "It's not that bad once you get used to it."
Playfully, Rose raised her eyebrows. "Done this before, have you?"
"Only with Hera and Bruce."
On cue, there was a splash somewhere behind Rose and turning slightly, Hera paddled past them, tongue dangling out of her mouth as she swam around.
"You joining us, Brucie?"
Bruce remained on the bank, looking less than pleased. Then, deciding that he didn't fancy getting wet, he laid himself down and closed his eyes.
Rose wrapped her arms around Emmett's neck. "I think Bruce has the right idea."
Instead of answering her, Emmett kissed her gently on the lips.
"Thank you for coming with me." His voice was low, the water lapping quietly around them.
"Thank you for inviting me. This place is wonderful." Rose was completely sincere. The water was a murky blue, the grass a deep green, and the sky a brilliant blue. The trees provided a canopy from the sun, the leaves moving slightly in the breeze. Fresh air wafted around them, lightly skimming the water's surface.
"This is going to sound very cheesy, but it's even better with you here."
Rose stared at Emmett, his words sinking in. They created a warm feeling in her stomach. It wasn't arousal—it was something else. Then butterflies started, fluttering lightly against her skin and making her face warm with… embarrassment? Joy? She couldn't quite place it. But it was there.
Swallowing the small lump that had formed, Rose spent a few seconds staring at her reflection in the water. She looked different. Her hair that was up in a ponytail was slicked back with water, the strands clinging to her neck. Her cheeks were flushed, a smile on her face, and her eyes bright.
She looked happy.
Raising her eyes back to Emmett, Rose's smile got wider. "You're right—it is cheesy."
Emmett chuckled. And then his face got serious again. His eyes went down to her lips and then back up to her face.
His erection pressed against the back of one of her thighs.
Swallowing thickly, Emmett seemed to be gathering his thoughts. "Colour?"
"Green."
"Good." Emmett's lips were on hers in a second, his arms cradling her body.
And Rose couldn't begin to explain just how right it felt.
Thank you to Pearly Fox. She has an amazing Rose/Emmett fic called Metamorphic. If you love Rose/Emmett, you'll love this fic.