Forever

9. Fantasy

"You never told me about your fantasy Bella." He said roughly, continuing the torturous rocking of his hips, never entering, but never giving her the chance to cool down and think clearly. She barely managed to understand his words, to caught up in the way he felt sliding over her, her release lingering just around the corner, just out of reach. She hummed, high pitched and broken.

He pushed onto his knees, pulling her up onto his lap, her knees framing his thighs. She gasped, surprised and gripped his shoulders, her fingers spanning the hard muscle. He rocked her back and forth, being careful to not make any sudden movements; lest the bed make to much noise and alert Charlie. "I want you to tell me. Then I'll give you what you want."

She choked, biting her lip. Her head fell back, her legs aching with strain as she rocked her hips, trying to gain release from this act in itself. But it wasn't successful, she needed him inside.

Her determination hardened, her teeth gritting as she pressed herself down against him, her eyes catching his. She rocked steadily. "I imagined that I was changing in my room, the window was open and Edward was downstairs. I though I was all alone and completely safe." Her voice deepened as she progressed in the story, the memory much more sensual due to her situation, the reality of her actions.

"Then you snuck into my room through the window, and you snatched my up and pressed me against the wall." Her gasp was loud as she felt her body jostle, the soft bedding beneath her disappearing, replaced with the cold plastered surface of her bedroom wall. He grinned at her shocked expression, "Like this?" He gritted out, wrapping his hands under her thighs and wrapping her legs around his hips. She nodded numbly, her body unbearably hot and excited at how unexpected the evening had become.

"You covered my mouth so I couldn't protest and you fucked me." She swallowed, chest constricted at how much heavier his eyes had become, his arms caging her in, hips pressed together. "First against the wall, then on the bed-" Her voice broke off into a gasp as he slid in, her back hitching up at the force, her eyes closing as she fought for air, the stretch breaching between pain and pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulder, not leaving any marks, but it was the thought that counted. He snarled, pulling out before slamming back in, and his hand came up to cover her mouth, cutting off the loud cry she released.

He was so large, and he dragged against her walls, brushing intimately against spots that she could never reach herself.

The vivid similarity between her fantasy and reality drove her to the brink of ecstasy and she arched her back, causing him to slide deeper, brushing areas inside her which she never knew existed. His lips drifted over her cheek, whispered over her ear, breath brushing her heated flesh causing her to shiver.

"You like this." He snarled, and she gave a muffled moan of happiness, the sound breaking into a hot whine as he thrust up, his other hand moving to press against her clit, circling the small nub expertly. Her body jerked, and she groaned, the sound muffled by his palm. She was reaching the brink, and rocked against him, seeking to drag him down with her.

"You like me fucking you behind his back, and he's at home, thinking of his sweet innocent Bella, oblivious to what you really are." She gasped, her eyes rolling up, his words driving insane. Her back arched as his hand failed to cover the muffled whines, she couldn't stop.

"He'll never have this." His voice was harsh and commanding, his thrusts hard and unyielding, and she could feel both her body and her mind submitting to him. "He'll never hear these sounds." She broke her face to the left, his hand moving away as she gasped, "He'll never have you." Her hands pulled his face down, their lips smashing together, her mouth moving desperately over his, trying to reassure him.

A creak from the corridor made them freeze, the room falling into silence. Bella strained to hear, and sighed when she heard the toilet flush, giving the all-clear. She gasped as Emmett's hands curled beneath her thighs and lifted her legs, till her body was nearly bent in half, driving him deeper and deeper with each thrust forward of his hips. Her body shuddered, back leaning against the wall, and she knew that their would be bruises tomorrow, but the memory would serve as a perfect fantasy material when she had to go without.

She was on the brink of release, and all it took was him to move his hand between her legs and circler the swollen nub above her entrance, lifting the soft hood, and gently rub the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath. Her back arching as she gave a choked whine, her teeth gritting in an effort to keep quite, but a few sobbing moans fell free as her body jerked and twitched, her breath quick and short, hands gripping his biceps and forearm as she rode out her release, her body twitching and pulsing around him. She could feel him move inside of her, his tight groan against her ears, and she whimpered as she felt the cold feeling inside her womb, his body releasing, muscles jerking as he too struggled to maintain control in the midst of ecstasy.

The feeling passed and her body fell limp in his arms, exhausted as she dwelled in the after shocks of their session. She pressed her head against his chest, her breath shuddering from her lungs as he moved and lowered her to the sheets of the bed. He climbed over her, pressing a kiss against her jaw. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she nuzzled into his cheek, cold pressing flush against hot. He hugged her to his chest, hand pressing into her lower back, the position intimate, it twisted her heart till she felt her chest might burst from the amount of emotion building inside of her.

"We did this the wrong way round Emmett." She breathed, reality slamming into her, the sound of nature coming from her open window. He stilled, and pushed up to look at her, his dark eyes burning like coal in a fire. "I don't want to do this all the time, I'm sick of hiding." His eyes softened, and he nodded. "My change date is approaching, and I don't want to be married to someone else. We need to tell them." He moved back, sitting on his knees and looking down at her.

"You're right." He murmured, nodding. "I've already filed divorce papers for Rosalie, she'll get them this week, I'm prepared for the confrontation and-." She cut him off, pushing up and laying a hand over his cheek, smiling softly.

"I'll tell Edward tomorrow, Just-" She looked down, brow furrowed in worry. "Could you stay close Emmett, I have a feeling that things are going to get dark before we get our peace, and I don't want to do it alone." Her face was pushed up, his finger curling beneath her chin, and she gazed at his dimpled face, a bright smile on his face. "I'll be there Bella, you won't see me, but I'll be watching and if things go wrong, I'll protect you." She pursed her lips, smiling, peeking from below her eyelashes.

"Promise?" She murmured playfully, her eyebrows raising in mock-doubt, enjoying the way he grinned, the smile soft and boyish, and so achingly comfortable and warm that she couldn't help the feeling that she belonged, he didn't make it seem like her presence was painful.

"Promise." He nodded, pressing forward, their mouths moving over each other, sliding together. The kiss was heated, but no tongue was involved, it was merely the emotion they both threw into it, Her determination to not become an object, to have her own place, to make him realize that she wasn't going to be used, that she had a voice and he would listen, and his need to finally break away from the expectations of his family, that he should have the right to choose his partner, the craving to take what he had wanted all along, she was his, and this time he wouldn't let anyone take her away.

She broke away, chuckling softly and grinning, leaning down on her shoulders, her body arching up suggestively. "You know my fantasy." She said offhandedly, smiling. He nodded, brow furrowed, bemused "you forgot the bed part." He grinned, gathering the blanket and bundling it beneath her hips. Her body arched up, his hands wrapping around her body and pulling her close.

"My apologies Miss Swan, allow me the opportunity to fix my mistake."