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Chapter Nineteen: Fireworks
Rose woke up feeling hot. Her skin was sweaty, tendrils of her hair sticking to the nape of her neck, tickling her slightly. When she lifted her head, she smiled — quickly realizing why the room was unbearably warm. She and Emmett had pretty much stayed in the same position all night, her head on his chest and their legs intertwined. It felt nice, warm, comfy. It felt right.
Closing her eyes, Rose willed herself to go back to sleep, but a much more pressing issue presented itself. Suppressing the groan she felt building up, Rose very slowly tried to disentangle herself from Emmett. Wasn't it just the worst when you got all comfy, and then you needed to fucking pee?
Just when she managed to slide out, Emmett's warm hand caressed her wrist, tingles spiraling through her at the simple action. Rose bit her lip, wanting to feel his touch all over her.
"Where are you going?" he asked groggily, sleep heavy in his throat. "I don't want you leaving my bed." He acted like a spoilt child, making Rose chuckle.
"I need to pee," she told him quietly, hoping he would go back to sleep.
"Hm. Alright, I guess I can let you go," Emmett told her cheekily, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. She loved the way he looked right now—all disheveled and sleepy, boyish almost.
"Thank you, Sir," Rose teased, jumping out of the way at the last minute to avoid the playful slap that Emmett was about to deliver to her ass. She giggled all the way to the bathroom.
Rose looked in the mirror when she was one. The person she saw staring back at her, reminded her so much of the person she used to be. The strong sub, the strong woman who wasn't afraid to after what, or who she wanted. Rose's blue eyes weren't sad, or worried. Hell, she didn't even appear to be anxious. The woman—Rose's reflection was nothing but free and wild, her hair spread out across her shoulders, a wide smile on her face, and eyes that were twinkling. She was fucking happy, elated.
Taking a deep breath, Rose left the bathroom feeling light and… excited for what today would hold. Shit, she couldn't wait to see what her Dominant had in store for her.
Entering the bedroom, Emmett was propped up against the headboard, the sheets gloriously low on his hips as he stretched his arms. His muscles danced under his tanned skin before he rubbed his hands into his face, clearing the sleep from his beautiful eyes. Rose couldn't believe how one man was able to look so delicious. Emmett McCarty was mouth-wateringly tempting. Power and strength emanated from him, from every inch of him—even in such a casual setting.
"Go back to sleep," she told him, crawling back into bed beside him, feeling the heat of his body right away. Warm, inviting, addictive.
Emmett wrapped an arm around Rose's shoulder and shook his head with a mischievous smile. "Absolutely not," he laughed. "There's no fucking way I'm missing out on one single second with you."
Rose grinned, the fingers on her left hand coming up to his face and tracing the sharp angles of his cheeks and jaw before dipping into his dimples. Warmth spread through her, hitting her right in the heart where the heat exploded, leaving tingles in its wake. Emmett was a strong man, but her feelings for him were getting to be just as strong.
"Did you sleep well?" Emmett asked, his voice low, eyes drinking her in, making her feel even warmer.
"Yeah. Did you?" Rose was lost in the depths of his irises. The colors in them seemed to dance, changing with the light. They were beautiful, endless pools of blue. She was sure that she could spend an eternity looking into them, and she would always see something new in their depths.
"With you in my bed? Always," Emmett replied.
"Smooth," she joked, laughing when Emmett cupped her face in his hands and gently nuzzled his nose against hers.
Slowly, Emmett leaned in, gently brushing his lips against hers. He pulled back much too soon for Rose's liking, and she let out a whine of discontent.
"More," she told Emmett, pressing her lips against his, clutching onto his biceps as if they were her lifeline. Underneath her fingers, Emmett's muscles flexed, reminding her once again of just how strong he was and yet how he was so gentle with her. An erotic contrast.
His lips slanted across hers, soft and intimate, his tongue lightly teasing her lips, asking for permission, even though he would always have it. This felt better than anything. Ever.
Rose opened her mouth and then moaned as Emmett's tongue caressed over hers, soft and silky. It sent a wave of pleasure through her. Her heart pounded in her chest as heat flashed straight to her throbbing clit. Pure, unadulterated need—lust raced through her, every cell in her body longing for more, the sensation almost painful.
Underneath the covers, her legs moved, her smooth, soft skin brushing up against Emmett's legs, his coarse hair sending more tingles through her body—more friction. Moving her hands up his biceps and to the back of his head, Rose speared her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer as she moved to lay back down onto the bed.
Emmett followed her, shifting slightly so he was lying on top of her. Pulling back, his chest heaved as he searched her eyes. Nodding her head, Rose let him know this was what she wanted. She was comfortable with this. No, she was burning for him.
Rose's nipples tightened, hard as diamonds, thighs trembling as her foot ran up the back of Emmett's leg, her clit throbbing with desire.
Feeling Emmett's body on top of her did wonderful things to Rose. At first, she thought his weight might panic her, send her mind hurtling back to a place she certainly didn't want to go. But it didn't. It only made her moan, pull him closer, craving the feeling of his body on hers—of Emmett's weight pinning her down, consuming her. When Rose's lungs started burning, she pulled back, desperately gulping for air.
Emmett's head disappeared out of view, and she felt his lips at her neck, kissing the sensitive skin before he sucked it into his mouth, tasting the sweat that had gathered there.
"Oh," Rose moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head, as the most wonderful throbbing sensation flooded her clit. Her hips bucked, her pussy grinding right onto Emmett's erection, his cock thick and hard, his desire her for so evident. Rose found it a turn-on all by itself.
"I love the noises you make," he grunted into her neck, his leg moving until it was wrapped around hers, his cock rubbing against her inner thigh, so close and yet so far from where she wanted him. Her eyes rolled back at his motions, at his words. At the L-word he seemed to utter so carelessly.
Rose's pussy cried with desire, her lips and inner thighs so wet, Emmett would be able to slide right in. She'd coat him in her juices, slather his cock in her cum, soaking him completely.
Rose was about to make a smart-ass comment, telling Emmett if he continued doing that to her neck, she'd make these noises for eternity. But then Emmett moved lower and took her nipple into his mouth, and she forgot everything. Her hips undulated against him, her nails digging into the back of his head, making her cry out with pleasure.
Emmett's tongue was warm and wet against her, and Rose couldn't help the dirty thoughts that appeared of him between her legs, lapping at her pussy—her clit until she exploded against his lips. Fuck, she could almost feel his moans reverberate against her slick skin.
Emmett thrust against her, one of his hands leaving her face, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
"Mhm, God!" Rose moaned, loud pants rocking through her body, electricity zinging over her skin, frying her senses, and setting her ablaze. Her legs writhed beneath her, hands searching for something—anything to grip, to keep her grounded.
Emmett let go of her nipple, cursing into her chest. "Fuck." His breath whooshed against her, too hot against her already overheated skin. "We need to stop."
He pulled back, but Rose shook her head. "No… no." She didn't want that. Not now. She needed him, craved him, desired him. "Please, don't stop…"
Emmett lifted his head, his eyes burning with desire. "Rosie—" he began, but she shook her head, knowing what he was going to say.
"Please," she begged. "I want this." More than anything else. How did she tell him just how much? There weren't any words that could convey the sense of need she felt. The urge to have him buried inside her, hot cock pounding her pussy as his balls slapped against her ass was almost overwhelming.
Looking into her eyes, Rose could see that Emmett understood. He felt it too; the red hot need that made her feel high and crazy at the same time.
Emmett's thumb ran over her swollen lips. "Are you sure?"
Searching her heart, Rose felt no uncertainty, no fear, no anxiety; she felt excitement. "I'm positive," she breathed, looking deeply into his eyes, hoping he saw just how sure she was. "Come on…"
Emmett smiled at her for a second, his lips descending back to hers. He kissed her like a starving man, desperate and needy. His tongue collided with hers, his scent filling her nose, making her dizzy with want. Then, he kissed what could only be described as a torturous path down her body. Emmett laved her nipples with attention, his tongue swirling around the pebbled tip before his fingers took over, and he pinched them, eliciting a strangled squeal from Rose. How did he make it feel so good?
When Emmett slid lower, Rose felt no uncertainty, not even when she felt his hot breath and rough stubble skim along her stomach. His tongue dipped into her belly button as his large hands squeezed her thighs, his fingertips searing against her flesh.
Stopping, his deep voice cut through the lusty fog in the room. "Look at me, Rosie."
She hadn't even realized that her eyes had been closed. Slowly peeling open her lids, Rose took in the sight that was in front of her: Emmett McCarty on his stomach, dark eyes drinking her in, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips. It was a sight she would never forget. Probably one she would recall when she was lonely and wet. A sight that she would slide her fingers into her pussy for, pumping them in and out as she remembered exactly what Emmett looked like at that moment.
"Are you alright with this?" Once again, he was giving her an out, making it clear that this was her choice, giving her the power.
"More than alright," Rose responded. It was a lie. She was far from alright. She was on fire, burning with delirious desire for him. Her mind was begging, screaming for him to move lower, to taste her, to take her clit in his mouth and suck like he was never going to stop. Or to flip her over, spank her ass with his large hand, and then thrust into her, fucking her into the mattress. She wanted something, anything to put her out of this misery.
Emmett's large fingers were stroking her thighs, digging in harder, challenging her statement, double-checking that she was actually alright. Finally, sensing something in her eyes, he smiled. "If you need me to stop at any point, tug as fucking hard as you can on my hair."
Rose nodded, but she had a feeling she wouldn't need to do that. In fact, any tugging would probably be a result of too much pleasure.
Kissing her stomach, Emmett began to descend downwards, his stubble slightly scraping against her skin. It just added to the experience, electricity sizzling across her. It was like a harsh tickle, making her inhale, her stomach clenching. Suddenly, his warm breath blew across the swollen lips of her cunt.
Involuntarily, Rose's back arched. "Ugh." It was soothing, whilst at the same time stoking the fire burning deep inside her.
"So beautiful," Emmett whispered reverently as if he were looking at a masterpiece rather than her pussy. Slowly, he leaned forward, nuzzling her clit with his nose before his tongue tenderly licked her.
"Ah!" Rose cried out, her eyes slamming shut as her hands fisted in the bedsheets. Fuck. The man was talented with his tongue. "Emmett!" she cried out. Her clit throbbed, and her breasts tingled. If this was just the beginning, how was she meant to survive? Rose was sure she'd die by orgasm, her face still set, legs clenched around Emmett as she met her demise. What a way to go.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice harsh.
Rose struggled to open her eyes, every muscle in her body feeling the buzz of pleasure, but she did as he asked.
The sight that greeted her was salacious. Emmett's hands were on the inside of her thighs, keeping her spread open for him. His hair was in disarray around his head, and his lips were smeared with her juices. His eyes were dark, lust radiating from them.
"Watch what I'm doing to you," he barked. "Watch me fuck you with my tongue." Moaning at the sensuality of his words, Rose barely managed a nod.
Emmett grinned at her, and then he was back at her cunt, sucking and licking at her without abandon. Seeing his head dip and move, the strong lines of his shoulders and the muscular curve of his backside did strange things to her. She felt completely out of control, ready to burst at any moment. Her pussy quite literally seemed to quiver under his tongue, her thighs trembling as she tried to keep them open and stop them from clamping around Emmett's head. Her nipples were so tight and sensitive, the pink buds begging for attention. Rose didn't even care if it was a tongue, a finger, anything. Her mouth hung open, desperate little moans escaping her lips, her hips undulating just the slightest amount, trying to generate more friction between her clit and Emmett's tongue. One second, she was on the edge, and the next, Emmett bit down onto her clit—making her come, hard.
Rose's orgasm was hard and wild. She thrashed around, gripping the sheets so hard that her fingers ached, her knuckles turning white A feral noise left her throat, her thighs shaking as Emmett pulled back, using his fingers to wipe his mouth, tasting as much as her as he could.
Holy fuck.
She gave him a shy smile as he climbed back up her body, his erection dragging against her.
"That was amazing," he said, hovering above her.
Rose nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Yeah, it was." Earth-shattering amazing.
He leaned down to kiss her and then stopped like he wasn't sure if she would be alright with it.
Rose found it erotic. She could taste herself on his lips, feel his mouth covered with her cum, so she pulled him down the rest of the way, locking her lips with his, swiping her tongue across them.
"Mhm," Emmett moaned, kissing her back just as hard
As he plundered her mouth with his tongue, Rose reached down between them and grasped his cock in her hand. It was thick and smooth, a large vein running up the underside. She traced it with her finger, loving the way that Emmett groaned against her, his want for her evident.
"Rosie, you don't have to," he mumbled, even as his hips undulated against her thigh.
"I know," she responded. "But I want to." She wanted to feel him in her hand, the pulse of his skin as she drove him wild. Watch his face as she brought him to the edge and then over. Hear him grunt and hiss and moan when she took his balls and rolled them around.
Emmett sighed, carefully rolling until he was on his back as Rose continued to run her hand up and down his cock, loving how warm and solid it felt. She was above him, power radiating through her as she took Emmett in, his strong body completely open to her touch and pleasure. Hers to do with what she wished. It was intoxicating. It fueled her lust, had her pussy clenching with want again.
And she wasn't the only one. Her touch made Emmett moan and groan, little hisses of pleasure escaping his mouth. When his hips begin to pulse upwards and his fists clenched together at his sides, Rose knew he was close, the swollen head of his cock turning purple, beads of pre-cum blooming on the tip. For a moment, she wondered what he would taste like. Probably salty, but she knew there would be more. A taste that was purely him, and whilst she wanted to find out, right now, she wanted more.
Slowly, Rose stopped jerking her hand around his shaft, missing the way the skin rolled at her touch. Using her free hand, she placed it on Emmett's face and turned it towards her. She wanted to see his eyes, watch them as she told him what she had to say, what she wanted, what she needed.
"Are you alright?" Emmett asked, breathless, his lust-filled eyes concerned.
Rose was touched by that. That even now, during the height of his pleasure. He was thinking about her welfare. It was the mark of a good Dom. A true Dom. Nodding, Rose spoke. "Yeah, I just…" she trailed off, not entirely sure how to say what she wanted.
"What?" Emmett asked, staring into her eyes and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Rose bit her lip feeling quite shy despite everything they'd done together. This would be her first time since it happened.
"You can tell me anything," Emmett reminded her, his hand on her cheek a comforting presence.
"I want… more," Rose finally managed to get out, looking away from Emmett for a second before turning back to see what his reaction would be.
"More?" Emmett began. "How much more?"
"All the way more," she told him.
Emmett's eyes flickered between hers, and then he smiled. "All the way more, I can definitely do."
Then, his lips were on hers, once again kissing her desperately as he rolled on top of her, settling his weight in between the cradle of her thighs.
Rose closed her eyes and let herself feel him—every inch of him. From his muscled chest to his chiseled abdomen, down to his searing hot erection and thick thighs. His weight was like a comfort blanket, making her feel warm and fuzzy, and most importantly, safe.
Feeling him reach across from her, Rose opened her eyes and watched as Emmett pulled back and then opened his bedside drawer. He produced a condom, holding the packet between his fingers.
He sat back on his knees, pulled the condom from the packet, and then rolled it onto his magnificent cock.
Emmett looked down at Rose. "We can stop anytime you want."
Rose shook her head. "I don't need to stop." If anything, she needed him to hurry up, caress her, lean down and press his weight back into her. She needed him to fuck her.
One side of Emmett's lips quirked up. "Good." Leaning down, he kissed her again, leading her lips on a sensual dance. Gently, Emmett took both her hands in his, twinning his fingers through hers and then pinning her hands above her head.
"Is this alright?" he asked, his face ever the picture of concern.
Rose squeezed her hands in Emmett's. "More than alright." It felt good. It felt so fucking good, and he wasn't even inside her yet.
Kissing her hard again, Emmett thrust his cock deep into her swollen cunt at the same second his tongue touched hers.
"Oh fuck!" Rose cried out, ripping her mouth from Emmett's. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the coarse hair on his chest. Of their own accord, her thighs wrapped around his hips, anchoring him to her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Pleasure smoldered through her body, igniting every nerve in her body. Every thought that wasn't about Emmett left her mind until she was consumed by him, her only concern was the man above her.
"Does that feel good, Rosie?" Emmett asked, his voice strained.
"Oh—yes," Rose whimpered. It felt amazing. His cock was perfect, thick and long; it hit all the right places against her, stretching her and filling her. It was for a woman's pleasure, her pleasure.
"It feels pretty good for me too," he chuckled against her before his lips found her neck once more, and he sucked her skin back into his mouth.
Rose hoped like hell it would leave a mark. She wanted it, a symbol of their time together. She wanted to go to work on Monday, knowing it was under her scarf or makeup. It would be a personal reminder of what happened. That she and Emmett had fucked. That his cock had been deep inside her, sating her needy pussy with each stroke and taking her higher and higher.
Steadily, Emmett began to pump his hips inside her, their bodies automatically creating a symphony. They were like long-lost lovers, finally coming together after years apart. Rose had never felt as complete as she did at that moment. Her body felt like a coiled spring, ready to burst at any minute. Red hot heat scorched through her veins, making her body sweat. Her nipples grated against Emmett's chest, creating pleasurable friction that shot straight to her clit. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, feeling the strong push and pull of his muscles. Rose could feel the raw power contained within his body, the power he was using to pleasure her.
That thought raced through her, brought gratification from her core, and had it filtering through her veins. It made her moan louder and deeper. Made her cunt squeeze Emmett's dick like it was unwilling to ever let it go, ever leave her body.
And then, she was there. At the edge. Flying high and bringing Emmett with her as her pussy clamped around him tightly. There was a loud noise in her ear, pressure at her breast, and her clit got impossibly tight, swelling as fire consumed her. Bright lights like fireworks exploded behind Rose's eyes as her orgasm blasted through her, leaving her a complete mess of sweat and cum.
Emmett wasn't much better. He was breathing harshly into her chest, lips praising her soft skin, his body slick with sweat—a combination of his and hers.
After a few minutes, Emmett lifted his head and gently released his fingers from hers, using them to comb through her hair and then frame her face. "Are you alright?" he asked, eyes tracing over her face, drinking her in.
"Better than alright," she told him, feeling strangely emotional. "I saw fireworks."
Emmett pulled back once more, a grin on his face. "I told you there would be fireworks, Rosie."
An errant tear leaked from her eyes and dripped down her cheek.
"I'm not sad," she rushed to say. "Just… happy… and overwhelmed." Never in her wildest dreams did Rose ever think that she would be like this with another man. She never imagined she could allow someone to get so close, never imagined that she could experience pleasure from this. Yet, here she was, lying in Emmett's arms, his cock softening inside her.
"It's okay," Emmett said quietly, leaning down and kissing the trail that the tear had left. His arms locked around her in a vice-like grip, and he rolled them, landing on his back as Rose snuggled into his chest.
Swiftly, he removed the condom, wrapping it into a tissue and then throwing it neatly in the bin in the corner.
Rose breathed in the smell that was so quintessentially Emmett—warm leather and coffee—as her eyelids began to get heavy with sleep. She had never felt quite so tranquil in all her life. A peace she had never known settled over her, lulling her to sleep.
"Thank you," Emmett whispered against her head, his fingers rubbing the back of her neck. "Thanks for giving that to me, Rosie."
Rose meant to mumble something along the lines of "you're welcome" or "don't thank me". She had been more than happy to share that with Emmett, more than happy to experience the pure pleasure that came from being with him. But Rose wasn't sure that she said anything like that. Instead, she muttered something which made Emmett chuckle and kissed her head.
Seconds later, she was fast asleep, completely satisfied.
This chapter is only half as good as it is because of the wonderful Pearly Fox. She made this chapter amazing. Thank you, Pearly.