A/N: Well, this is it, the end of the road. They've been through a lot in the last oh, nearly 2 years. I can't believe I started writing this story when I was (miserable) in Hawaii. Now I'm (less miserable) in Oregon, and lightyears away from the person I was when I first started writing this. I'm sure you, my lovely readers, have noticed that, and hopefully, you're all still with me! You've been amazingly supportive, and for that, I thank you. Thanks to larin20 and EmmaleeWrites05 who have been there since day one. I love you girls! Thanks for all of your ideas, support, beta skills, and friendship. An equal thanks goes out to everyone who has read and reviewed my little story here. Without you I wouldn't have kept going. :-)

Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you... I'm not SM! She don't write no porn... ;-)

Emmett ripped off my panties with his teeth, and I panted, arching towards him. His breath fanned against my dripping wet pussy, and I screamed out. "Emmett! Oh God! M-m-master!"

Just because we didn't go to Rouge or consistently study BDSM anymore didn't mean that sometimes I just wanted him to take full control of me, to be the master of my body. And right now, as he dove his tongue straight into my waiting body, making my toes curl in need, it never more apparent just how much control he still had over me. Would always have.

"Fuck, baby!" I cried out, winding my fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling him even closer.

"Babe... air..." he gasped, and I loosened my grip, keeping him close. Yeah, I wanted him to breathe, but I really wanted him to fuck me with his tongue. He did as I wished, plunging his long tongue inside of me and writhing it inside me until I could practically see stars in front of my eyes. Goddamn it felt good...

Since Molly had been born nearly three years ago, we never went out to Rouge anymore, and Jasper and Alice were busy with their own little bundle of joy on the way now, so we didn't have as much group fun as we used to, but there were times like these, times when I was so goddamned horny, that this was all I wanted.

"I told you not to cum yet, baby, don't cum!" Emmett growled, and the vibrations of it made my pussy quiver even more, threatening to push me over the edge. "You don't want to be punished, do you?"

I whimpered and shook my head violently. He'd already threatened that if I didn't obey him, he wouldn't let me have his cock, and we just couldn't have that. Neither he nor I wanted to see me punished. "I'll be good," I gasped.

"That's my girl," he smirked, and leaned down to attach his lips around my clit again, sucking hard.

I screamed, fighting with every muscle in my body not to be overcome, to let the tension build still further. I focused on my breathing, everything I had been taught over our months of exploration. I was so much better at this now, and so was Emmett. We could push and pull each other, and drag each other to our limits until we couldn't stand it anymore. It was incredible.

"I'm so close," I gasped, warning him after a few minutes. The things he was doing, they were sinful and wonderful and amazing, and it was taking me right to the edge.

He pulled back, grinning at me, and lightly blew on my clit. The cold made me shiver, my pussy clenching, wishing he were inside me, to fill me. It had been a long week, much too long without him.

"Please," I whispered, and he kissed the insides of my thighs, looking right up at me intensely as he did so. He moved up my body, leaving tender kisses over my body; he left marks on my hipbones, and just underneath my nipple, teasing me with his cock at the same time. He was so close to where I needed him; I started bucking my hips towards him. The tip of his cock slipped inside me, and we both groaned with need. "Emmett, I need your cock!"

He growled at my words, biting my nipple lightly, before positioning himself at my entrance and plunging inside me. We cried out in unison, and I wrapped myself around him, pulling him in deeper. No matter how many times we did this, it still felt as incredible as the first time... maybe even better. We knew what we were doing now, and the more we knew about each other and ourselves, the better it was. Maybe that was the best gift Rouge had given us.

As we moved faster, our mouths met, though we were mostly panting into each others mouths. This was what I wanted, needed. Him, him, and more of him. Sure, it was fun to play with our friends, but he was who kept me stable, who knew my body best, who made my heart pound or skip a beat. I prayed that would never change.

"Emmett," I gasped as he bit lightly on my neck. I'd have a mark there, and I couldn't exactly wear a scarf at work. At the moment, I didn't care, but I'd pound on him a little in the morning. "Tell me I can cum... I can't wait anymore!" My fingernails were digging into his ass now, trying to pull him closer and feel him fill me.

"Isabella, cum now!" he grunted, slipping his hand between us to rub circles around my clit. The stimulation was exactly what I needed, and I found myself tightening around him hard and fast, gasping out my orgasm, and nearly drawing blood out of Emmett's shoulders from how tightly I was clutching him to me. Warmth spread throughout my body, tension fully released from my body, and I could feel Emmett give his last few thrusts before joining me in a sticky, blissful haze.

He rolled off of me moments later, pulling me on top of his chest, his fingers stroking up and down my spine. I placed kisses all over his chest, on his chin and jaw, over his lips, much sweeter than before.

For the briefest of flashes, as he kissed me, I thought of nights we'd shared with Alice and Jasper, and how Emmett and Jasper had shared as many passionate moments as Alice and I had. My body ached when I thought of their hands exploring, gripping; the way their mouths tasted each other. Remembering one particular night were they did slightly more than explore with each other, with Alice and I watching in pure lust and delight, I felt my body start to stir with desire again. I wiggled my hips against Emmett now, and he groaned.

"Little minx, was that not enough for you?" he asked, amused.

"I was just remembering... that night with you and Jasper..." I said, and grinned widely as a blush started to spread over his cheeks. I loved that my husband explored his sexuality, and didn't deny that the night had never happened.

"Well now you know how I felt whenever I saw you and Alice go at it," he smirked, tucking my hair over my ear.

"Maybe we should stop talking about this, it's making me want to call them up and arrange something, but with Ali about to pop, that's really not-" I gasped as Emmett slid his fingers inside of me as I spoke. I pushed my hips down, begging for more.

"Excited are we?" he grinned, kissing me as I moved over his fingers. "Maybe we should call them anyways. Alice could be on top..."

I moaned louder and realized hazily that his cock was hard again, and my ass was bouncing off of it. It was tempting to ask him to go there, tonight I was more than turned on enough to do it, and there was a bottle of lube in the drawer next to us...

And then there was a knock on the door. "Mama! Mama! Bad dream!"

"Fuck!" Emmett hissed and we jumped apart as Molly rattled the doorknob. Thank God for locks. I raced to grab my t-shirt off of the floor, far off into the corner where Emmett had thrown it more than an hour ago, and tried to tame the beast on my head, AKA my sex hair. Emmett was pulling on his boxers, jumping up and down on one leg towards his own shirt.

"MAAAAAAAAAA" Molly shrieked. "MAMA PLEEEEEEEASE!"

"She never even calls for me," Emmett pouted. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He looked so dejected that his daughter was calling for me instead.

"I gave her an extra cookie today," I laughed, unlocking the door now that we were decent.

"I let her eat a lollypop when we watched Doctor Who this morning!" Emmett protested, and I unlocked the door as he muttered behind me about how maybe she'd like the Daleks better than Cybermen.

Molly didn't look tired or upset at all when I opened the door, much to my relief. I'd been expecting tears and quivering lips. She was exactly like her father when she was upset, all dimples and pouty lips and giant blue eyes. I couldn't resist either of them. But now she looked angelic, excited like she was getting away with something. Well, it was past nine o'clock. She really was getting away with something: being up past her bedtime.

"Mama, I had bad dreams," she informed me as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into our room. Emmett had opened the window so it didn't smell like sex, and I sat us down on the recliner because our sheets had stains no child should ever see or feel from her parents.

As I sat on the cold leather chair, I asked, "What kinds of bad dreams Molly Moo?"

She giggled at her nickname, and then told me, "There was a monster chasing me."

"What kind of monster baby?" Emmett asked, kneeling beside us and stroking her blonde curls. They were just starting to darken in the last few months, just like mine had at her age. She really was a hybrid of the two of us.

"It was big!" She stretched her arms out for effect. "And silver! And they went clank, clank, clank!"

I glared at Emmett. This whole letting-our-three-year-old-watch-Doctor-Who thing obviously wasn't such a great idea, if she was getting nightmares about one of the robot alien things. He flinched and shrugged at me, before turning back to Molly.

"I promise Molly Dolly, those weren't real. They were on the TV, just like the Borg, and the Replicators, and the Storm Troopers..." He shot me another sheepish look, to which I just rolled my eyes. No wonder my child was having nightmares. She was getting a robot fest like no other.

"Let's make a list of happy things to dream about," I suggested, and Molly and I started making suggestions. Ladybugs, kittens (like the one Daddy had promised her for her next birthday), pink crayons, bubbles, her teddy bear named Allie (after her auntie of course), and flowers all made her list. My little girly girl. Of course Emmett also had to throw in his own two cents, so our list also included spaceships, model airplanes, Wii, and Mommy made the list as well. That last one earned him a peck on the lips.

"Do you think you have enough good things to dream about now?" I asked, noticing her eyes were droopy. Thank God. I had unfinished business with her father I had to attend to.

Molly nodded sleepily, and reached out for Emmett. He looked as pleased as punch when she did, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. "Bed, Daddy?" she asked.

He kissed her on the cheek and promised her another bedtime story. I groaned inwardly even as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. Emmett's bedtime stories sometimes lasted twenty minutes or longer, all of them about his childhood, and each more elaborate and improbable than the next. Once I had caught him retelling Raiders of the Lost Ark to her as if he'd lived it.

Hmm... Indiana Jones... a whip... Emmett looked good in leather... God, I was so easily distracted. I filed that particular fantasy away for later, and concentrating on remaking the bed. The mood from earlier was decidedly gone, even if I did plan on loving on him a little more before falling asleep.

I was resting my eyes as Emmett came back into the room. He quickly pulled me into his arms, nuzzling my neck and reaching up the back of my t-shirt as he did. "She wanted to tell me about tribbles again."

"Good Lord, she'll never get a date," I groaned and he frowned.

"Hey, you went out with me," he protested.

"Hmm, you got lucky," I said, tracing his lips with my fingertips.

He grabbed my wrist, stilling my hand so he could place kisses on the pads of my fingers. "Yes, I did." He was so sincere, I melted. I'd yell at him about the scary shows later. Right now I was just a wife and mother, lucky to have so much love in my life.

"So did I," I said, leaning forward for a kiss. Yup. Lucky alright.

A/N II: *tear* That's all she (AKA me) wrote! Thank you so much for taking this journey with me. It's been fun! Let me know what you thought about our lovers. ;-)