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Drawing the curtain back, I glance into the dark treeline. I knew Edward would not be back til morning, but I couldn’t help but look out the window. I always feel like a part of myself is missing when he leaves on hunting trips, especially when Charlie is stuck in town for police business.
I know the Cullen family never truly left me alone, but I was stuck in an empty house unless it was Alice watching me.
Another cramp rips through me, and I clutch my stomach. Sighing, I leave my window and search for my heating pad to help ease some of the pain.
When I don’t find it on my nightstand, I crawl under my bed but still come up empty-handed. Sitting back in my heels, I try to remember the last time I used it. It’s possible Charlie might have grabbed the heating pad for his back and forgot to put it back.
Huffing, I walk across the hallway and look into the shared closet. I grimace at the overabundance of flannel jackets and shove the extra blankets to the side.
Annoyed that I’m still unable to find it, I go downstairs searching for chocolate and Dr. Pepper instead. They are a close second for comfort.
“Bella.”
I let out a startled scream, spinning to see Carlisle in the kitchen. “Sorry, you scared me.”
He smiled. “I tried to make noise. Are you okay? Did you need something?”
Running a hand through my hair, I shrug. “I’m trying to find my heating pad but don’t know what happened to it.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Are you in pain?”
I nod, blushing and touching my belly. “Uh, yeah. I’m— um.”
Carlisle’s golden eyes widen, and he smiles again. “Ahh. I understand. Go lay on the couch. I’ll make you a hot compress and find you some Motrin.”
Shaking my head, I bit my lip. “Carlisle, you don’t have—“
“I want to. Let me help. Go lay down.”
I mutter thanks and go to the living room. Turning on the TV to fill the weird silence, I twist my fingers in my lap as I wait for Carlisle.
He brings out some tea and Motrin, handing patiently for the cup back after I swallow the pills. He comes back from the kitchen, hands me a bundle of warm towels, and instructs me to hold to my lower stomach.
He sits beside me on the couch, grabbing the remote. “Anything you want to watch?”
“Uh, no. I don’t care.”
He smiles, relaxing on the cushion when he turns on one of the first recommendations.
Halfway through the movie, I clutch my stomach again. The towels have quickly cooled off. Carlisle watches me with concern.
“Still having cramps?”
I nod, unable to speak about how embarrassed I am over the situation.
Carlisle clears his throat. “There are more natural ways to relieve pain from menstrual cramps.”
Flinching at the word menstrual, I blush and look away from him. “What do you mean?”
“Bella.”
I face him, his golden eyes roaming over my face.
“I’m about to suggest something not to embarrass you but to help you.”
My mouth dries, and I can feel my cheeks heating again.
He gives me another reassuring smile. “An orgasm will help.”
“What?” I whisper.
Carlisle doesn’t move from where he’s sitting on the couch, only shifting slightly. “The endorphins released and the contractions of the uterus during the orgasm help.”
“Oh god. You’re serious?”
He nods. “Yes.”
I shake my head. “I don’t— um. I’ve never. Uhh.”
Carlisle’s eyebrows raise. “You’ve never masturbated?”
Standing up quickly, he catches my elbow when I trip on the blanket I had shoved to the floor. “Bella.”
“S-sorry. This is embarrassing. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Carlisle stands with me, relaxing his hold on my arm. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m only trying to help.”
I shake my head and tug at the end of my hair. “No. I’ve never… umm done that.”
“I can show you.” He offers.
My cramps flare again, and I groan. “Please.”
“Come on,” He says softly and lifts me gently. I wrap my arms around his neck, unwilling to spare him a glance as he carries me up the stairs and to my bedroom.
Carlisle shifts me in his hold, strips my purple comforter off, and sets me on the mattress.
“Take off your jeans. Leave your underwear on, Bella.” He instructed, standing by the edge of the bed.
I let out a breath of relief, slipped off my pants, and lay on my back. His cold hands gently open my legs, and I tense.
“We can stop at any time. Just tell me, okay?”
I nod. “Sorry, I’m just nervous.”
“I would never hurt you, Bella.” He gives me a warm smile.
I return with a relaxed smile of my own. “I know, Carlisle.”
His attention returns to where his fingers are drifting up my thighs. He brushes across my pussy, and I gasp, my stomach caving in. Carlisle stills till I give him a slight nod.
“It would help you relax if I’m not looming over you. Sit up.”
He moves behind me on the bed as I sit up and pulls me back to rest against his chest, his leg cradling my hips. I lean against his shoulder as his hand returns to cup my mound. His fingers slide up and apply the smallest pressure as he circles my clit.
“Feel good, Bella?” He whispers against my hair.
“Y-yeah,” I mutter, unable to control my hips moving towards his hand.
My panties are getting wetter the longer Carlisle touches me, my pussy leaking as a ball of fire builds in my stomach.
His other hand pushes my shirt up to expose my belly, resting his hand above my navel. “Nipple stimulation can help. Can I try, Bella?”
I nod, and his hand moves under my shirt to find my bare breasts. My nipples harden at the first brush of his cold fingers before he starts to play with it.
Crying out, I squeeze my eyes shut. It feels so good, everything he is doing to me. Something is missing, but I don’t know what. I just feel.. like I need more.
“I can feel your body trembling. Let go, Bella. Come for me.” His hoarse voice twists a flame inside me, and I long to hear it again. I moan as I tip over the edge, soaking my panties with my orgasm.
My body still shakes when Carlisle moves from behind me and gently lays me back on the bed. I blink up at him as he stands over me, his gaze on my open legs.
“You could probably use another one to further help your cramps.”
I swallow nervously. “O-okay.”
Carlisle reaches over and slides my panties to the side. His fingers rubbed my pussy directly. “It will be faster this way.”
I moan, grinding against his hand as his fingers slip through the mess I had made. When he dips towards my tight hole, sliding only a singular tip inside me before he pauses and then pulls his fingers back. They’re glistening with my juices, but there’s a hint of red.
He brings them to his face and sniffs before sucking them into his mouth. Carlisle moans, and my pussy clenches as heat fills my belly.
Suddenly, I’m pulled to the edge of the bed, and he’s kneeling on the floor between my legs. He twists my panties off entirely with a sharp tug. His golden eyes stare into mine as he leans forward and drags a tongue up from my entrance to my clit.
My hips jerk forward, and his hands come up to hold me down. Carlisle groans, pushing his face further into me and slurping up everything my pussy is leaking. He is devouring my cunt like it's his favorite meal.
I come instantly at the speed of his tongue, waves of pleasure rolling through me as he licks and sucks at my pussy. My whole body is trembling when he pulls back and stands.
“Take off your shirt, Bella. Play your nipples.” He demands, shrugging off his own clothes. My throat dries as he strokes his thick cock, stepping up between my still-open legs.
“Carlisle?”
“It’s okay, Bella. It will help.”
My mouth falls open, and my head tilts back as his giant cock pushes into me. Every inch slowly stretches my pussy as he fills me completely.
He pauses when he’s buried to the hilt, his gaze on my bare breasts, and he nods. I twist at my pebbled nipples, and it causes me to clamp down on his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So hot and tight,” he grunts; his hands drift up my thighs, push them closer to my chest, and he leans over my body.
“It might hurt a little initially, but it will feel once I start going. Okay, Bella?” He tells me.
Without confirmation, he starts thrusting in and out of me. The stretch of his thick cock as it pushes into my tight hole as me crying out with each pump. I let go of my breasts and clench the sheets as Carlisle fucks me.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I chant, unable to comprehend any other thought.
“Fuck, turn over,” he grunts, slipping out and pushing me to my side before climbing behind me in bed. His cold hands drag my leg over his hip, and he pushes his cock back inside.
The change of position stretches me further, and I fling my arm behind me and hook it around his neck. It keeps me plastered to his chest and unable to move as he starts pounding his thick cock with deep strokes.
“So fucking tight and warm,” his husk voice rasps in my ear. I lean back, closing my eyes as the undeniable pleasure builds again. I’m going to come again. Carlisle is going to make me come for the third time tonight.
He shifts his hold on my leg, lifting it so his hand can drift to my pussy, and his fingers circle my clit. I clench down immediately.
“Come on my cock, Bella. I need to feel you squeezing me.”
“ Nggghhhh ,” I scream, my nails digging into his hard skin as I explode.
Carlisle stills, buried deep as I pulse around him. His fingers still stroke my clit as he slowly rocks back into me.
“Good girl, you’ve done so well for me this evening,” he coos. My heart is beating so hard as I gush at his words. The sound of my sopping pussy with each thrust echoing throughout the room.
Carlisle picks up his pace, my body limp from overwhelming pleasure as he takes what he wants. “You like my cock in your tight little cunt?”
I can barely manage a nod.
He responds with a deep stroke, bumping into the end of me, and I cry out from the sharp pain.
“Fuck,” he grunts, moving so fast I’m not sure it’s still at an inhuman speed as his huge cock pummels my pussy.
“Tell me you want to come inside you.” He grits out.
“C-come inside me,” I whisper.
Carlisle pumps a few more times before he stops, and I feel him swell. The warmth of his cum floods me with each throb of his cock as he groans.
My pussy clamps around him, greedily draining his balls of every drop. We stay like that momentarily as he softens before pulling out of me.
Our mess slowly drains down my cheeks and onto the bed, making me blush at the red tint over the white sheets.
Carlisle turns me to lay on my back, and he stares down at me. His hand rests on my stomach.
“Feel better?”
I nod, biting my lip. He smiles, his fingers drifting to caress under my breasts.
“We should probably ensure your cramps don’t come back by doing that one more time before the night ends, okay?”
“Okay.” I agree.