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Chapter Twenty: Breakfast

Feather-like kisses rained down over Rose's face, and warm fingers lightly caressed her cheek as a deep voice cooed in her ear. "Wake up, Rosie, we need to eat breakfast."

Slowly, Rose's eyes flickered open until she was staring into two beautiful blue orbs, framed by long, dark lashes. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice thick. Her fingers moved over her heavy-lidded eyes, trying to wipe away the sleep.

"Morning," Emmett gently said, his fingers moving some stray hair away from her cheek. "Sorry to wake you, but we need to eat."

Nodding into the pillow, Rose pushed herself up, holding the sheet to her naked chest as Emmett smiled at her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

"It's alright; I wore you out." There was mirth in Emmett's eyes, and the corners of his mouth had upturned. Cocky basterd.

"Don't get too cocky," Rose teased, lightly slapping her hand against his bare chest. She had to resist the urge to caress his pecs, feel the smooth skin under her fingers and push him down onto the mattrass; riding him like a wild horse.

Emmett caught her dainty hands before she could pull away and kissed her knuckles. "Get dressed. I'll see you in the kitchen."

Rose smiled and watched him leave, slightly disappointed that he'd put some shorts on, hiding his muscular ass from her eyes. Still, she appreciated the view; the way his glutes tensed underneath soft, cotton shorts. As Emmett disappeared from her view, Rose's face felt like it was going to split in half from the smile she was wearing.

After the attack, the idea of being with another man had sent her into more than just one anxiety attack. The thought terrified her, and letting get someone get that close had seemed like an impossible task. But now? After experiencing last night with Emmett? Rose didn't think she wanted to let it go, to let him go. Ever again. Instead, she craved him—his body, his cock, his validation.

Rose let out a contented sigh before jumping down from Emmett's sinfully comfy bed. Finding a white t-shirt hung over the esse, Rose threw that on as well as a pair of fresh underwear she'd brought with her and headed into the kitchen.

Emmett was busy setting the table, placing two plates down that made my mouth water. He'd made fluffy, scrambled eggs and homemade bread that had he'd thrown into the toaster. It looked terrific, smelled even better, and Rose's stomach released a rather embarrassing loud growl that made Emmett turn and look over his shoulder—eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I think I'm hungrier than I realized," Rose said, blushing slightly as she sat down at the table. Hera and Bruce both came over, tails twitching excitedly, their noses twitching as they smelled her. She gave both her furry friends light scratches on their heads before they eventually decided she was no longer interesting and headed into the living room.

Emmett placed a glass of cold orange juice in front of her, leaning down to kiss her lips gently before he sat opposite her. His frame was huge compared to the thin design table, his skin stretched taut across strong, delicious muscles. Rose watched them ripple with fascination. That such a vigorous man could be so delicate with her was still so foreign to her. Emmett exuded power, but he never forced, never pushed. He was so patient with her. She appreciated that endlessly, wishing she had the words to express her gratitude.

The smell of the breakfast was too tempting, and Rose dug in enthusiastically, groaning as the eggs hit her tastebuds. "These are delicious, Emmett," she told him, still surprised by how well he could cook.

"Thanks," he said, the tips of her ears turning red as he smiled shyly, exposing his dimples. Could dimples be panty-dropping? Everyone always spoke about panty-dropping smiles, but never about dimples and their supernatural abilities. It's a shame, because Rose was sure Emmett's smiles could make her do just about anything.

A comfortable silence enveloped them for a second before Rose spoke up. "Will you tell me more about your siblings?" She wanted to get to know Emmett and his family. The urge was undeniable. She couldn't describe why; she just wanted to learn more about them—about Emmett.

"What do you want to know?" Emmett asked, glancing up before he shoveled some more food into his mouth.

"Anything, everything," Rose shrugged. She just wanted to hear him talk, hear the deep timbre of his voice, let it soothe her as only Emmett could. It was like Rose could listen to him forever, never tire of his voice—his stories.

"Alright, well, let's start with my sister, Siobhan. She's the second eldest after me, runs a bar with her boyfriend Liam, and she's probably my most annoying sister." Rose giggled at that comment.

"I'm being serious," Emmett told her. "When we were growing up, we used to fight like cats and dogs, always irritating each other. My parents got so sick of it, they each gave us a pool noodle and told us to fight it out. We were both so surprised that we just stood there." He chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. "I can't even recall half the things we did to each other, but I just know that I get so annoyed with her. We get on great now, though. As I told my parents, we were just doing what siblings did." Emmett had a quick drink of his juice before he began talking again.

"Then there's Bree, who I told you loves baking."

Rose nodded in acknowledgment.

"When she really got into it in her teenage years, she would get up really early to bake. The number of times that my parents woke up to find the kitchen covered in flour was unreal. It turns out Bree is amazing at baking, but not so much at cleaning up after herself."

Rose giggled, eating some more of her delicious breakfast.

Emmett ate some more of his eggs before he continued. "Finally, we have Maggie. My youngest sister and probably the wild child of us all. She's an adrenaline junkie through and through. She's jumped out of a plane, gone wing walking, did parkour—if it gets your heart racing, she's done it. I'm pretty sure that she's stressed my parents out more than me, Bree, or Siobhan."

"She sounds like a hoot," Rose said, finishing her breakfast before grabbing her glass of juice.

"She's crazy," Emmett said. "But we love her." He looked up. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?"

Rose looked down at the table and swallowed thickly.

"You don't have to tell me," Emmett told her gently. "I was just trying to get to know you."

Shaking her head, Rose spoke, her voice quiet. "No—no, it's not that. It's just… I do have a brother. We just don't talk anymore."

"Oh," Emmett frowned. "I'm sorry."

Rose shook her head again. "Don't apologize; it's not a bad thing. Just different." Her entire life was different now. The family she had once loved and cherished no longer regarded her as their daughter or sister. She was a stranger to them, as they were to her.

"Well, I don't know what happened, but I can almost guarantee that it's his loss."

"How do you do that?" Rose marveled, dropping her cutlery on her plate. She couldn't look away from his deep, blue eyes.

"Do what?" Emmett asked, his brow wrinkling in confusion before he finished the last of his food and took a large gulp of juice.

"Know just what to say to me?" It was like he could see inside her head, see all the worries and fears that she had. Emmett's ability to ease them was astounding. And part of her brain was screaming at her. Telling her not to let herself get too attached, not to let him get inside her head. But then another part of her felt differently. Her heart thumped a steady rhythm against her chest, and the flutters in her stomach were undeniable. Rose's body tingled with anticipation whenever he was around, the promise of more dancing through the air.

Shrugging his shoulders, Emmett gave Rose a brilliant grin. "When I'm with you, the words just come out. I don't need to think about them."

The air in the room felt heavy and thick. Swallowing hard, Rose glanced down at her bare legs, composing herself before she looked back up and met Emmett's brilliant blue eyes. "Wh—what are we doing today?" Her voice was shaky, her body coiled tight—ready. She wanted him, most of all.

"Well," Emmett began, drawing the syllables out as he pushed his plate away, his eyes sliding lazily down her body. "I had every intention of making us a picnic and then taking you to the lake. However, after last night, I think we should stay here and get naked again. I think I need to hear you come again. And again." He smirked.

Heat flooded through Rose's body. It flared downwards from her head to her toes, cheeks flushing with Emmett's unspoken promise. She had to remind herself to breathe, her chest rising and falling rapidly—shallowly as she counted her pants to calm down.

"I like that idea," Rose admitted, her voice a breathy whisper, barely recognizable to herself.

"Good." Slowly, Emmett got to his feet, taking his time, almost as if he was going for a leisurely stroll as opposed to whatever he was about to do. His gaze turned dark, desire flooding Rose's senses.

Her eyes drank in every inch of his body, from the ends of curly hair that stuck up in all directions—thanks to her wandering hands, to his firm chest, his bare skin calling out to her. Continuing her exploration, Rose ran her eyes down his body, the ridges of his abs making her mouth water. She wanted to taste him—craved it. Rose needed to run her tongue over the outline of his defined stomach, watch his skin glisten with her saliva and his eyes burn with lustful fire as she slid down, down his torso—to his glorious cock.

Tilting her head back, Rose stared up at Emmett. His hands came up to her face, he gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs before he leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips.

"I want another taste of your sweet cunt, Rosie. Can I?" His sweet actions combined with his filthy mouth made her want to jump him right here, right now. A massive lump formed in her throat as desire throbbed in her clit. Rose nodded, desire unfurling in her veins as Emmett got down on his knees in front of her, his eyes never losing hers.

Placing one hand on either of her ankles, Emmett slowly ran them up her legs, the path of his fingers gentle and burning against her skin. Heat bubbled up inside her, feeding the frenzy of her weeping cunt. Fingers crept up her thighs at a tortuously slow pace. Rose's chest heaved, her eyelids threatening to close. When they snapped shut, just for a second, Emmett slapped her inner right thigh—successfully waking her up.

Rose hissed, the pain adding an edge to her pleasure.

"Eyes on me, Rosie." Even though his voice was stern, there was a teasing tone to it.

"Sorry, Sir," she breathed, re-opening her eyes and looking down at him. She didn't want to miss him kneeling between her legs, his muscular body folded over, muscles tense and ready.

"Good girl," Emmett praised, his fingers slipping up her thighs until he got the crease of her legs. His thumbs dug in deep, and Rose moaned because he was so close, yet not actually touching her pussy.

Smiling at her, Emmett dipped his fingers into her underwear and pulled, sliding the fabric down her legs. He let her panties drop to the floor, his eyes tracing her bare pussy before he shot her a wide smile.

"Lift your shirt up," he ordered her. "I need to see those perky tits of yours."

With trembling hands, anticipation rolling through her, Rose did what she was told, the kitchen air waking up her nipples. They were hard, ready for Emmett. Needy.

"Fuck… your tits are gorgeous," he moaned, his hands releasing her thighs as he placed them on her breasts and roughly squeezed them, pinching her nipples until she moaned with pleasure.

"Th-thank you, Sir," Rose said, thrilled with his words. Emmett made her feel desirable and sexy. He inspired confidence within her. Made her want. Fuck, she'd even walk around naked all day if it made him look at her like this for just as long.

"Better get rid of that shirt. I want those tits on display as I eat you out." Emmett's voice was dripping with desire, which added to Rose's. Knowing that he wanted her, that he was going to taste her, fuck her with his tongue until she came, enjoying it the entire time… it made her feel feverish.

"Yes, Sir," Rose acknowledged, eyes locked on him as Emmett raised both of her legs, pulling her down the chair slightly before he rested them on his shoulders.

Turning his head, he kissed her left thigh first, his mouth climbing higher and higher with each kiss until he was inches away from where she so desperately wanted him. Then, with a teasing grin, he dropped his lips to her right thigh, her pussy tingling and pulsing with frustration.

Emmett repeated his action, moving closer and closer to her aching cunt until he was hairs away. "Do you want this, Rosie?" he asked, gazing up at her. It was quite the sight, seeing Emmett—her Dom—kneeled between her legs, asking if she wanted this. As if she could say no?

"Yes, Sir. So badly," she confirmed. What was the point in trying to deny it? Her nipples were stiff little peaks, her pussy leaking, her juices flowing freely. It would be clear to anyone who took a single glance at her she was ready, waiting, and willing for whatever Emmett had planned. "Lick my pussy, Sir…please…"

"I'm so pleased you said that," Emmett responded. "Because I want to taste you again, badly. I want your juices on my face. I need to feel your pussy flutter against my tongue as you choke my tongue."

An involuntarily moan left Rose, followed by a low groan when Emmett ducked his head and placed a kiss to her clit. Simple and sweet, but enough to have her hips writhing, arching off the dining room chair as she assaulted his mouth.

"Needy little slut, Rosie," Emmett murmured, placing his mouth back on her pussy and lapping at her. He gave her clit speedy, teasing little licks before he sucked her into his mouth.

"Oh, god!" Rose cried out, her eyes intently watching the top of Emmett's head. She felt like she was burning from the inside out. Pleasure of the sweetest kind raging through her body made her head spin, made her a wanton whore for her Dom.

Briefly, Emmett's nose nuzzled her clit and then his tongue was inside her, lapping at the moisture flooding between her legs—moaning. She could tell how wet she was, the sound of Emmett fucking her with his mouth adding another dimension to her pleasure.

"Ah!" Rose moaned, incapable of any rational thought. She was a panting, writhing mess.

Emmett's hands slipped under her ass and pulled her more firmly onto his face, creating a deep suction that had her hips arching upwards, the back of her head colliding with the back of the dining room chair. The dull pain didn't register, though. The only thing she was aware of was Emmett; his hands, his mouth, his tongue. The ceiling could have collapsed on top of them, and Rose wouldn't have noticed because Emmett's tongue felt fucking fantastic. It was all she needed to feel for the rest of her life. He pushed just deep enough, tingles trembling down her spine, his nose grazing her clit, just added to the extra stimulation. Stong hands rhythmically squeezed her ass, his strong fingers making her chest flutter as he pulled her tighter and tighter against his mouth.

Rose's orgasm built inside her like fireworks, her insides hotter and hotter until the flames were too much. "Fuck…" she panted. "Can I, Sir? Can I please, please come?" she gasped out, already feeling her walls flutter, her resolve crumble as she awaited permission.

Emmett mumbled into her pussy, the vibrations of his voice almost making her shatter around his tongue. "No."

No? No? Rose felt like a spoiled little child. She wanted to come—needed it to keep breathing. She hadn't expected Emmett to deny her, and all she wanted to whine and cry out like a little bitch; even though she knew it wouldn't get her anywhere. So, she clamped her mouth shut and tried as hard as she fucking could to edge off her orgasm.

Rose's misery seemed to encourage Emmett to work harder. His tongue moved faster than she could have dreamed of, licking at her as if she was the only thing that could possibly quench his thirst.

"Ungh," she sobbed, hips shifting, trying to get away from Emmett's mouth, trying to give herself some kind of reprieve from the assault currently happening between her legs. Rose wanted to run away from the torture, from the need to come, because it only grew more and more.

"Oh, fuck!" She yelled, feeling like the air in the room was in short supply. "Sir, I—please?" Rose was burning up, almost collapsing out of sheer pleasure.

Surely he couldn't refuse her a second time—Not when she'd been so good. Her shit was gone, her tits free for Emmett to ogle. She'd kept her eyes on his the entire time, boring into his head as she watched him move between her legs. Rose had done everything he'd asked. Yet, he didn't let her come for him.

"No," Emmett said again. He gripped her ass harder, pulling her against his mouth, moving her up and down, forcing her to ride his tongue as her tits shook. It was too much. All of it was too much.

"Yellow! Yellow!" she cried out, relief flooding through her when Emmett pulled back, his lips smeared with traces of her, his breathing labored.

As Rose's chested heaved and she frantically pulled some air into her lungs, Emmett took one of his hands from her ass and started playing with her clit, gently. It wasn't enough to make her orgasm, but it was enough to keep her on the edge, aware of every cell in her body—painfully aware.

"Good girl, Rosie," Emmett said, eyes glistening with joy. "I wanted to see if you'd safe word, and you did. That means you trust me."

Rose nodded as part of her brain wondered how Emmett could think so logically. She felt like she was going to explode into a million tiny pieces.

His fingers slipped down, and he inserted two straight inside her wet pussy. "Because you've been so good, come whenever you want. Let me hear you scream." The words dripped from his mouth and went straight to Rose's quivering cunt. She was on the edge, barely holding it together.

Emmett placed his mouth back on her, sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, and curled his fingers upward, caressing her right there. Rose lost it. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching so tightly around Emmett's fingers that she wondered how it didn't hurt him. Her body arched so far off the chair she felt like she was floating.

Rose kept her eyes open for as long as she could until they were tearing, and she had to close them against pure fucking ecstasy that coursed through her system. As she came to her senses, Emmett was getting to his feet, his impressive cock straining against his shorts. In seconds, they were down, the swollen head of his cock pointing at her with its glistening tip.

Looking up into Emmett's lust-filled eyes, she knew they were nowhere near done.

Thanks to my usual girl, Pearly Fox. And thank you to everyone who has reviewed - 191?! Amazing!