Vanity and Patience (20/?)
Title: Vanity and Patience
Author: Achelle
Category: Books, FanFiction - Twilight
Rated: NC-17 or MA
Genre: Romance, angst, smut, Pre-Twilight/Midnight Sun
Status: In Progress
Characters/Pairings: Emmett/Rosalie Canon Pairings
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and its characters, or plot. The characters, books, and plot are property of Stephenie Meyer. I make no money from writing this. I just love Twilight.
Warnings: Rated NC-17/MA for a reason. Some chapters may contain adult language, violence, assault, and sexual content. Lemons in future chapters
Summary: Rosalie is content to live her vampire life to its fullest, regardless of her resentment to her immortal situation. One day while hunting she comes across a dying man with an innocent face that she cannot resist. In an act of strength, she brings him home to change him into one of them. How does the vain and selfish Rosalie deal with an irrational newborn vampire who can’t see past his lust for blood to even notice her? Will she be able to swallow her pride and have the patience to stand by him? Will Emmett be the man who can change her life for the better?
All Chapters are Rosalie's POV.
Chapter 1
Previous Chapter
AUTHOR'S CHAPTER NOTES:
Chapter specific warning: A lemon exists in this chapter. You’ve been warned.
I apologize for the long wait with this chapter. Real life has been hectic these past few weeks, and took over my writing time. I’m back though!
To my beta for this chapter: cfmom, who is chock full of “kickassedness,” thank you so much.
And, of course, all the V&P Readers, thanks so much for allowing me to take you on this ride! I appreciate your interest in this small story.
Playlist:
Musiq - So Beautiful
Floetry/Michael Jackson - Butterflies
John Mayer - Your Body is a Wonderland
Warrant - Cherry Pie
Chapter 20: Redemption
It was my last day of school, several final exams awaiting me. By then, it had been a few weeks since my last and final dance with Mr. Kent in our garage, and only a few days following my first wonderful night under the setting sun with Emmett. I never returned to my lessons with Mr. Kent after the garage incident, and the guilt from what I had done still bothered me when I thought of him. In my mind, I now addressed him as formally as I did out loud: Mr. Kent.
I was still full of shame and guilt for using him. Now that I had made things right with Emmett, I felt I needed to find a way to make things right with Mr. Kent. I wanted to redeem myself, and the good man deserved some sort of reward for putting up with and being the subject of my scandalous endeavors. I spent most of my day with my mind split in half: one side concentrating on the exams, and the other on Mr. Kent. I realized I wanted to find him some happiness, or give him some sort of opportunity.
During my final exam in Pre-Algebra, I looked to my right and noticed my classmate, Margaret Dickson. She was a senior like me, but socially reserved and shy; a genuinely nice person for a high school teenager. I had never noticed before how lovely she was, at least by human standards. She had shoulder length, sandy brown hair in tightly set waves, and gorgeous blue eyes. I knew that she used to take dance lessons with Mr. Kent, and when I had walked in on a few of their lessons I didn’t miss the flustered coloring of her cheeks when she was in his arms, or how her heartbeat was the speed of a drum line. Of course when I entered the room, Mr. Kent would fall all over himself about me, and I could tell by the way she looked at me that she thought me to be her competition for his affections.
When the exam was over, I turned to her as she was wrestling to get her books together, a notebook almost falling from her desk. With supernatural reflexes, I caught it immediately, handing it to her with a disarming grin.
She looked at me and gave me a grim smile in return, her eyebrows furrowed quizzically, as I had never tried to interact with her before. “Thanks,” she mumbled under her breath.
Previously I would only speak to her when required by the teacher, working with her to solve equations when we were asked to partner. I kept it very scholastic. I was all business, and I could understand her shock that I was suddenly paying attention to her. “Maggie, isn’t it?” I asked in my most gentle tone, hoping my wind chime voice came out as soothing as I meant it to be.
“Uh… yes,” she said, though it sounded more like a question. I heard her heart begin to beat erratically against her chest.
Realizing her subconscious human instinct for danger had her on edge, I gave her a sweet innocuous smile, turning my head to avoid the fluorescent light that may shine on my grin and accentuate on my razor sharp teeth. “You used to take lessons with Mr. Kent, correct?”
“I…” she gulped, her face automatically turning red at the sound of his name, “I did, yes. Why?” She was suspicious, and rightfully so. I didn’t know many girls in school who actually liked me. However, I had an intuition that this girl seemed, in most cases, the least bitter with jealousy out of all the girls in my graduating class. She never once given me the evil glares that most of the girls did.
“I just…” I said and thought quickly about what I wanted to say before continuing. “Well, in my last lesson with Mr. Kent, he told me he was wondering why you had stopped lessons. He mentioned that he enjoyed his sessions with you.” So it was a lie, partially. I knew he wondered why she had stopped her lessons suddenly, but he had never mentioned what he felt about her as a student or otherwise. I watched to see if she’d buy it.
“He did?” she asked, hope coloring her voice. She got up from her desk clumsily, and I gracefully stood up from mine. Suddenly her attention was eagerly on me, and she was more than thrilled to have me follow her to the door of her next class. Her features were quite lovely, with soft but defined cheekbones, her heart-shaped lips a lovely shade of coral; definitely a perfect match for Mr. Kent. It was a shame he had never noticed her before, but I figured with me now clearly unavailable that he’d take heed of this nice girl standing in front of me with a shine of hope in her lovely blue eyes.
The sound of her heart beginning to accelerate caused my lips to twitch a little bit at the urge to smile, but I kept my face as serene as I could. “Well, he did mention you as one of his prized students.” That statement was the truth. He had mentioned his top three students in passing one evening, Maggie and I being the top two. “It’s just such a shame that you ceased your sessions.”
We reached the hallway, her classroom not too far from our previous one. She had on a lovely floral day dress, belted at the waist. I noticed what a nice figure she had. Of course, standing next to me she was plain, but so was anyone.
I saw her bite her lip, but the way their corners twitched upwards let my advanced eyesight see that she was hiding a smile. “I wanted to go back.” She turned to me, her eyes bright. “I still do, but I had exams to concentrate on. Once they’re over, my parents say I can attend lessons again. I’m so glad we finished all of our exams today.”
Suddenly, she was full of chatter, giddy and giggling through her words, and I smiled once again. I knew I could never befriend her, but I suddenly missed my human Rochester girlfriends, mainly Vera. I didn’t have many, my beauty rendering most of them insecure acquaintances, sighing with envy whenever they touched my perfect golden locks with their fingers. Vera was the only one, just as unusually kind as Maggie, who could stand to be my true friend no matter how my looks may have outshined her. “Well, I’m sure he’d be thrilled to have you back,” I said.
“What about you? When was your last lesson with him?” she asked me, and I could hear the slight touch of insecurity in her voice.
“Oh I’ve… completed all of my training,” I explained. “I guess I’m a fast learner.”
“I see,” she replied, raising one eyebrow at me. “So you’re never coming back?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head.
She shook her head. “It’s just… he seems so… into you. You never once thought…”
“What? Mr. Kent?” I asked, trying my best to sound shocked. “Oh, no.” I looked her straight in the eye, mastering the art of lying as a vampire would need to do in many human circumstances. “I would see him eyeing you when you weren’t looking.” I grinned through my words, a small white lie once again, but for a good cause. The bell rang and I realized we were late for our next class. “Whoops, history exam, I’ll see you later,” I said quickly before rushing out.
“Wait,” I heard her call back, but I didn’t turn around. All I did was smile at the seed I had planted.
A couple days later, I found myself in downtown Appalachia, standing outside of the flower shop. I accompanied Esme into town. She insisted on buying Edward and me roses for our commencement ceremony later that day. I didn’t mind standing outside as she chose the flowers while in the shop. Only a few days after my relationship had solidified with Emmett, the fresh feelings of new love fluttered through my chest. I was able to think and daydream about him as my eyes scanned the busy streets filled with people. Low and behold, by sheer coincidence, Mr. Kent was walking out of a store across the street. His timing was impeccable.
Meaning to turn left towards the direction of his house, he caught me from the corner of his eye. I waved and he waved in return. I made a motion with my head as if to call him over, and gave him my disarming smile. I watched him hesitate for a moment, his eyes scanning the area around me, assuming he was looking for Emmett. Seeing that I was alone, he crossed the street over to me.
“Miss Hale,” he breathed, taking an awkward stance before me. “Good morning. It’s nice to see you. You’re… looking as lovely as ever.”
I nodded my head. “Good morning, and thank you, Mr. Kent.”
A long moment of inert silence passed before the both of us spoke at once. “I’m really sorry-“
“I apologize for the last-“
We both laughed at the fact that we tried to talk on top of one another. He was such a good young man, barely twenty-one, with his whole life ahead of him. I knew he could make one lucky woman happy for the rest of her life.
“Look, how about we put that night behind us?” I asked him.
I watched a moment of hurt flash across his features before he straightened himself out, clearing his throat softly. “Of course,” he agreed his face now stern with agreement.
The hurt that I saw across his features settled as a guilty lump in my throat. I couldn’t stand to see him in pain any longer, and he deserved a chance at happiness. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe he could find it for himself, but I was sure that a boost in the right direction would help hasten the situation.
Straightening his suit nervously, he began to speak again. “So I hear you’re graduating from high school today. Your parents must be proud.”
“I am, yes,” I said, nodding solemnly. “Carlisle and Esme are very proud.”
“I’m sure it’s a relief to finish.”
“That it is,” I agreed. “Will you be attending the ceremony?”
“I-“ he began, but instead let out a harsh breath. “I’m afraid I don’t have a good reason to.” He averted his eyes from me.
“Really?” I asked with a tone of curiosity. “That’s interesting, because Margaret Dickson is graduating as well.”
He turned to me, his brow furrowed. “Maggie?” I watched his head tilt and it seemed he was considering something.
“Yes, she… told me how much she enjoyed your lessons… just the other day after our exam. It’s quite unfortunate she couldn’t attend them during the final exam season, but Maggie told me just the other day how eager she is to return to you.”
I watched his features grow into thought as I spoke. “Did she?” he asked, and I could almost see the wheels turning in his head with every word I uttered.
I nodded my head, giving him an encouraging smile. “Yes, I believe she’s… very eager to engage in lessons with you once again. Now that her exams are over, I believe her parents will allow her to take more ballroom instruction.”
I watched his cheeks flush, but this time I knew it wasn’t for me. He stood in a sort of dumbfounded stupor. I decided to let him process it for a moment.
Suddenly the door opened, and there was Esme carrying two dozen roses. “Rosalie can you hold the door open for me?” she asked, kindly.
I threw my hand out to hold the door, giggling at the large arrangements she had on each arm. This would have been something Mr. Kent would have happily done, but in his current state of delightful shock, he was too preoccupied to remember his manners. “Really, Esme, you don’t need that many flowers for us.”
“Nonsense, dear. High School graduation is an important rite of passage,” she explained, before turning to my former instructor. “Thomas Kent, it’s so nice to see you.”
Shaking himself out of his trance he looked up at Esme. “Oh, Mrs. Cullen, thank you. It’s very nice to see you as well. Let me help you with that,” he offered, taking a dozen from Esme’s arm.
Walking with us to the car, he helped Esme place the flowers gently into the Bentley.
“Thank you so much, Thomas,” Esme said. She turned to me with a bit of suspicion in her eyes. “Shall we, Rosalie?”
“In a minute, mother,” I responded for show. A light bulb flashed in my head with an interesting idea and I popped open the back seat door, grabbing, three roses from each dozen and bunching them together.
“Rose, what are you doing?” she asked, forcefully.
“Esme, just trust me on this, please,” I asked her under my breath before popping my head out of the car and turning back to him.
“Please take these,” I said, handing him the six roses of various colors.
“Oh no, I really can’t,” he said, waving his hands in front of him.
“Mr. Kent, please,” I said. “Come to the graduation. I’m sure she’d love to see you there… with these.”
Suddenly his hands stopped, and he brought his arms to the side. I heard him gulp, and I gave him another encouraging nod and smile, holding the flowers to him.
“You really are amazing,” he breathed.
“Not as amazing as she might be,” I said. “Maggie’s had eyes for you for a long time, Thomas,” I whispered, handing the flowers to him. I realized I had used his first name right then, but I felt I was doing this for him as a friend, so I addressed him as such. I was sure I was breaking some sort of human girlfriend’s code of ethics by divulging such information, but in truth Maggie and I weren’t really friends, and I was no longer human.
He lifted his arm to grab the flowers with his left hand, holding out his right hand to me. “It was a pleasure to be your instructor, Rosalie Hale. Not that you needed me much.”
I giggled as I took his hand with mine. “It was a pleasure to have you, Thomas Kent,” I said, shaking it gently. A slight pang of sadness hit me as I realized he had just uttered parting words, but I kept a smile on my face the whole time.
“Whoever he is, Rosalie, he’s one lucky man.” I wasn’t sure if he’d known about Emmett, only assuming that he got the impression that large figure screaming profanities at him as he left our estate was someone I was involved with. He was a smart man.
I had nothing left to hide anymore, rather proud of having someone in my life after the last couple of years of loneliness. Whatever pang of sadness I felt for my chapter with Mr. Kent in my life ending was being replaced with happiness and love with Emmett, and that made me feel better. I smiled. “I know,” I answered confidently. “But he’s only just as lucky as the girl on the receiving end of those flowers.”
Turning to the Bentley, I gracefully slid inside, giving him one last glance as I did so. He chivalrously shut the door, waving goodbye to us as we drove away.
As she drove on out of town and into the forest, Esme watched me from the corner of her eyes. “I was afraid you were up to some more shenanigans. I see that I was correct.”
“Of sorts,” I answered. “However, they’re not of the nature of what you might think.”
“Rosalie, dear, that was a wonderful, selfless thing you did. Who is the girl?”
“Maggie Dickson,” I said. “He deserves to be happy, Esme. I want to make things right.”
Earning a squeeze on my hand from hers, I smiled. “Emmett’s really done you over something new, hasn’t he?”
I laughed to myself. “I guess so.”
Later that day, I sat in my cap and gown on the seat next to the fifty yard line of the football field in Appalachia high, adjusting my cap and fiddling with my tassle to keep it at the precise angle so that it hung over my face just right. It was a partially cloudy day, offering us the opportunity to participate.
Edward and I honestly didn’t care to be here, but upon the insistence of Esme, we respectfully felt the need to appease her and properly complete our right of passage. Appalachia was the first time that Edward had posed as her son, the last few years posing as her brother in Rochester and the cities before. It was something special for her to be there for us and outwardly express her joys of motherhood; she was very excited show her true pride for her graduating adopted children.
Emmett wanted to come along, but Carlisle wouldn’t allow it, considering he was still months from completing his newborn year. Instead, Carlisle offered him a good seat on a nearby hill overlooking the high school’s baseball field, where we held the ceremony. He decided it wouldn’t be right to keep Emmett from watching it fully, so he stood on that hilltop with Emmett as they used their heightened sense of sight and hearing to witness our commencement.
As I sat on the bleachers, my eyes scanned the many family members and friends of my graduating class. I saw Esme sitting with her two colorful bouquets, her smile beaming at me. I noted a certain green-eyed gentlemen three rows ahead of her and seven chairs to the right. I grinned at Mr. Kent when I caught his eye, and he nodded his head at me before turning his eyes back to my left. I turned to follow his eyes, finding that Edward sat by Maggie a row ahead of me, and a few people to my left.
Edward was, of course, a part of the accelerated graduation program. He was going to help us in college in the fall in case things got out of hand with Emmett. I was thrilled to know that the next time I would be attending classes, Emmett would be with me. We had already worked out a schedule with the local University, and Emmett was in line to take classes one of either of us in each of his classes.
The ceremony was a haze, and when they called out my name I felt the urge to look up towards the east at the glimmer that stood on a hill. Refocusing my eyes and my hearing, I could hear and see Emmett jumping down, hooting and hollering my name. Carlisle clapped beside him, laughing at Emmett’s enthusiastic cheer. I laughed and waved slightly, even though no human could hear or see them from up here.
The end of the ceremony came and Edward found me in the midst of the large crowd of seniors and their families. My eyes surveyed the faces, looking to see if the seeds I had planted between Maggie and Thomas would come to fruition. Almost giving up, I turned back toward Edward. Over his shoulder and several feet away, I saw Thomas maneuvering through the crowd, making his way to Maggie and her family, I saw him present her with the flowers. This brought a huge grin to my face. Unable to contain herself, Maggie jumped up to hug him, her back turned to me. His arms lifted to encase her into him, but I guess he sensed my gaze. I saw his eyes switch to meet mine, witnessing my smile. I gave a small wave at him, earning a wink back.
Ecstatic, I turned away looking at Edward with my smug expression. I could seriously make a career out of being a matchmaker-the most beautiful matchmaker in existence, that is.
Edward shook his head at me. “Even when you’re trying to do a good deed, you can’t seem to turn off the vanity, can you?” he asked.
“Is there an off button for your mouth, too, then, dear brother?” I sneered playfully, a smirk setting on my face.
“Touché, sister, touché,” he nodded, chuckling.
“Tell me though, gracious mind-reader. This first matchmaking endeavor of mine; was it successful?”
I watched his face as his eyes shifted side to side, probably sifting through the thoughts of others to get to theirs. His eyebrows rose in surprise at the same time that he tilted his head. “Wow, Rosalie. It seems it was.”
Putting one arm around his shoulder I squeezed him to me in my moment of triumph. “See, I could make a living out of it.”
He chuckled. “Maybe. I wouldn’t quit college for it though,” he murmured, his face twitching.
Esme met us with a huge hug, handing us the flowers.
“Oh, Mom,” Edward gushed, wrapping an arm around Esme’s shoulder and squeezing her to him. “You shouldn’t have.”
She hugged him bag tightly. “Oh, my Edward,” she breathed, pulling away from him to look at his goofy face. “I wanted to.”
I was welcomed by an overeager Emmett upon my return home from graduation, nearly tackling me after I received a hug from Carlisle. The others went inside, both of their arms around Edward.
“We’re so proud of you, son,” I heard Carlisle tell him.
“I’ve done this before, Carlisle,” he laughed, and their voices trailed slightly as they continued their conversation in doors.
Still standing on the lawn I turned my attention to my mate. “This calls for a celebration,” Emmett said, after lifting me and spinning me around in a circle. “We should go hunting.”
“You always want to go hunting,” I laughed, following him into the house.
“Only with you,” he whispered into my ear before grazing his teeth against my earlobe, earning a soft cry from me. “I’ll pack a blanket,” he mumbled under his breath, and with that he was gone for a second and back again, with a bag.
The family had already disbursed to various activities, Esme looking over more detailed plans of the Hoquiam house, and Edward engaging in a chess match with Carlisle. I saw their eyes switch over to us, noting the bag we took on our hunt. I bit my lip on our way out, knowing that they tried their best not to react to its obvious purpose.
“I’ll race you into North Carolina,” he said.
“If you say so,” I scoffed, pushing myself into a sprint into the woods before he could count us down.
He didn’t bother racing me however. It was more like a chase through the forest. He would playfully try to grab my backside as I ran with him through the woods, only getting distracted when approaching the scent of live prey. He was, after all, still a newborn.
The control over his erratic behavior was improving as well. Once in a while, during our heavy petting sessions post-hunt, he would pull away, growling. I would patiently sit back and talk him through it as he calmed himself down, taking deep breaths.
As for my issues with my thoughts, they were still there, but not as much as before. We were intimate for almost every other day during this week, each day getting easier and easier for me to engage in some needed necking. It was all mind over matter: I’d wanted this for so long that I was able to slowly allow myself to enjoy it.
Out of respect for my requests, Emmett followed the pace that I’d set for our physical intimacy. He never complained and was always willing to “lend a helping hand” when needed, and I did so in return. Things were working out well.
After discarding my kill, he came up from behind me suddenly, wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt his warm breath on my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He nipped at my earlobe before flicking his tongue into my ear, earning a combined giggle and a moan from me. Grabbing me by my hips, he turned me to face him, his eyes darkened with desire as he silently let his hands move up my sides up right at my underarms. The side of his mouth curled up, his dimple denting that cheek, and I suddenly felt both of his hands move to my breasts. At that same moment, his lips crashed into mine, and I was thrown in a passionate kiss, happily received.
He lifted me up and I swing my legs forward to wrap them around his waste as he carried me to lean me against a tree. His mouth was immediately on my neck, traveling downward onto my collarbone. “I believe a congratulations is in order for you, lovely Miss Hale. I’m going to treat you really good today,” he mumbled against my skin, his voice husky.
I gasped at the feel of his mouth sucking on my clavicle. “Is that so?” I asked, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off of his shoulders.
“Very much so,” he whispered, and within seconds, he had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled off my brassiere, throwing it upward so that it would be caught by a branch. “You won’t be needing that,” he muttered before hiking me up higher against the tree trunk so that he could gain better access of my breasts. Leaning into my bosom he took a taut nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
I whimpered at the soft, wet tissue of his tongue swirling around the tiny peak of my nipple. My arms wrapped around his torso, hands curled around his shoulder blades, and my fingers dug into his flesh. “Oh, yes, Emmett.” In less then a second he had flipped me so that my back was on the grass once again, working meticulously over me; his hands and mouth exploring my body.
We began as always, him making the effort to please me first. He made a torturously slow exploration with his hands all over my chest and abdomen, paying particular attention to my bare heaving breasts. I shivered at as his hands worshipped my body, and a surge of liquid warmth excaped between my thighs.
His hands suddenly ceased, a deep roar erupting from his chest. He shut his eyes, breathing through his nose deeply. I watched his manly features deep in contemplation with baited breath. He was exercising his control over his animalistic urges, every day testing his newborn craze, each day passing becoming more successful. As the menacing growl subsided, he opened his eyes again, a small hint of a side grin twitching at his lips.
Lifting my skirt to my waist, he ran his calloused fingers and palms up and down my legs. Every new touch elicited a fiery desire within me, moistening at my core in anticipation. Pulling my panties off, he tossed them aside carelessly, a smile stretched across his face. Without further ado, he ran his fingers across the slit of my sex before pushing my folds apart to work his forefinger onto my decidedly swollen nob of sensitive flesh. He was kneeling before me with my legs open wide to him, his hands moving steadily underneath my skirt, my underwear hanging from a tree nearby.
I squirmed beneath his skillful fingers. “Oh... yes,” I gasped.
His expression was a mixture of smug and desire. He knew he had this power over me, and I was willingly his love slave: gelatin within his gaze, putty in his hand. He watched me carefully, admitting to me many times that he loved the expressions on my face when I was given pleasure. I saw him lick his lips when his eyes traveled down my sex, and I could make out the glistening of his watering mouth as he did so.
Biting his lip, he scooted himself down to lay on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows while he continued to swipe his fingers across my swollen knob of flesh.
I sat up to look at him. “What’s wrong?” I asked, curiously. This was new for him, a position I had never seen him take while pleasuring me these last few weeks.
With a free hand, he gently pushed my torso back down. “Relax. It’s a time to celebrate… and we’re going to celebrate with something new,” he breathed.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by it, but I trusted him completely. I lay back and felt a sudden increase in the pace of his fingers and I nearly screamed at the sensation it caused me, rolling and rocking through my body. My pelvis thrust into his hands in response. I heard him growl ferociously in response to my reaction.
I was close.
So. Damn. Close.
I was bearing my sharp teeth as I fought for control of my release, breathing through them as I clenched them together. I had learned to control my orgasm and hold it back under his hand, making every session last longer and longer. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I bit my lip, moaning as his hands began to slow into large languid strokes. “Don’t tease me,” I demanded.
I heard him chuckle. “You’re the one holding back,” he almost chided, his voice innocent.
I felt more of the liquid heat from my desire release from my sex as he played with both my clitoris and my opening teasingly. “Emmett,” I whined, grinding myself against his hands.
Instantly his hands began to work their magic again, but this time at superhuman speed. “Oh God!” I literally yelled.
But just as I was about to climax, Emmett suddenly dipped his face into my sex. Without warning, he drove his tongue inside me, causing me to gasp loudly. I instantly clenched his hair in my fingers, and I couldn’t hold onto my release any longer. Grabbing my bundle of nerves between his lips, he sucked furiously, using his tongue to swirl between them.
I screamed.
Literally.
Never had I felt a sensation quite like that, though many times that I’d looked at his lips-his mouth-I longed to know what it would feel like against my sex. Convulsing into his mouth, my pelvis writhed beneath his face. It was the best feeling I’d ever experienced. His mouth rode out my orgasm until the last twitch of a muscle left me.
He pulled himself from me, gulping whatever moisture he had lapped from me down his throat before licking my juices off of his lip.
Overcome with delirium, I relaxed, laying on my back, my trembling legs and arms going limp. I needed a moment to collect myself, to catch a breath I didn’t need, to come down from the high that I just experienced.
Emmett pressed his lips to my forehead before stepping over to lay behind me, enveloping me with his arms and legs. “Congratulations, baby,” he breathed, his voice raspy. I felt the insistent stiffness of his erection on my lower back.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, slugging further into the cave of warmth that his body offered me. However, I didn’t lay in that position for long, deciding it wouldn’t be right not to return the favor. Flipping over onto my other side to face him, I slipped my hand down into his trousers. “I think I need to complete the transaction.” I waggled my eyebrows at him suggestively.
My hand wrapped around the silky flesh of his length, and I heard him gulp, his tangerine eyes turning dark again. “Well m’am, I don’t think I have the strength to decline such an offer,” he nearly growled.
With that signal to continue, I gave him the best pleasure my hands could ever give him.
Author's End Notes:
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