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Bella moved up the staircase slowly, thoughts racing as she put one foot in front of the other. What would she even gain from this? She had tried to push these thoughts away for years, the memory of that fateful night, but the thoughts and memories invaded her mind no matter what she did. She needed this. She didn’t want it, but she needed to absolve herself of this guilt somehow, and she knew Carlisle would be able to help her. He was always so strong, so reliable, a true father figure to her in every sense of the word. He would know what she needed to do.
She valiantly tried to ignore the voice in the back of her head taunting her that she was only there in hopes that it would happen again. It had been years . He wasn’t interested in her, and even if he was, Edward haunted her mind through every interaction with her father in law. She was consumed by the guilt she felt every time she saw the blonde doctor. She wanted nothing but for that fateful night to happen again. And again. And again.
She reached the hallway of his office door and started pacing back and forth, trying to work up the courage to knock. She could hear the turning of pages, betraying the fact that he was in his office. He would know how to help her deal with the reality of the night that haunted her at every turn.
“Bella? Is that you? Come in!”
Fuck .
She reluctantly turned the handle and peered in, the slowness of her movements causing the old door to creak.
“Uh, sorry to bother you. I can come back later,” Bella stuttered, her eyes not quite reaching Carlisle’s painfully gorgeous, pale face.
“You’re not bothering me at all. What’s on your mind, Bella?” Her father-in-law asked warmly. She caught a flicker of concern on his face before his sweet smile returned.
“It’s nothing really. I was just wondering….what kind of rug is this?” She deflected, walking over to the cozy seating area next to Carlisle’s desk.
“Bella. Is something the matter? Talk to me,” He stepped closer to her, resting a comforting hand on her elbow.
Bella gasped at his touch, but tried to act nonchalant as she backed away from him. She needed to have a clear head if she was going to get this out.
“I do have something I need to say to you, but I…uh I don’t really know how to say it,” Bella confessed, feeling like a sinner of the highest order.
Carlisle gave her the space she clearly needed, and backed up to lean against his desk.
“Carlisle, do you…” Bella bit her lip, not quite knowing how to phrase this. “Do you find yourself thinking about the past? Like, a lot?”
“Yes, I think about the past,” Carlisle replied simply, an eyebrow raising at his slight confusion.
“Me too,” Bella said, shuffling in place. God this is the worst.
“Bella, if I may, is there a specific incident in your past that you are thinking about?” Carlisle asked, keeping his voice warm.
“Um…yeah,” She laughed weirdly. “I…I really don’t know how to go about…this, so I’m just going to say it. Carlisle, I have been haunted by the…fateful night…we spent together…a few years ago,” If vampires could blush, she would literally catch fire.
“Oh,” Carlisle said, with a sudden clarity in his tone. “Bella, did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” He asked, worry painted over his face.
“No!” Bella said, almost interrupting him. “No, that’s not why I have been thinking about it. I…I just feel so guilty. Because…” There was no way she was going to get this out without dying of embarrassment.
“Yes, Bella? Because why?” Carlisle spoke softly, trying not to push her too hard to confess.
“Because it was…good. Amazing, actually,” Bella tried to hide behind her hair, but she couldn’t escape how exposed she felt standing in front of her father and confessing her guilt, begging for absolution.
The doctor looked at her in confusion. “Why would you feel guilty about enjoying something, Bella?”
“Um…I am married to Edward. He is the love of my life, th-this would crush him!” Bella was shocked that she even had to explain this.
The doctor chuckled. “I know. But Edward knows more than you realize, Bella.” Carlisle said calmly. Bella gawked at him.
“What are you saying?” Her stomach was turning.
“Bella, I am able to shield most of my mind from Edward. I have had a lot of time to practice. But, there are certain thoughts that are just too powerful to completely push from my mind,” The intensity of his gaze made Bella’s stomach turn in a different way. “Especially when the… emotions… are strong enough.”
Wait a second.
“What are you saying ?”
Carlisle smiled indulgently. “I’m saying, Isabella, that I think of that night often as well. It is… something that occupies my mind frequently. And your husband is completely aware of it. We’ve spoken about it, even.”
“What? What did he say?”
“You know Edward wants you to be happy, Bella. It’s all he cares about. He knows there are certain… things… he cannot give you.” Carlisle replied, a heaviness entering his voice.
“Carlisle…What…” She couldn’t think of what to say. She felt frozen in time. “What are you saying?” Great vocabulary, Bella.
Carlisle chuckled. “I’m saying more than you, apparently,” He smiled, trying to lighten up the conversation.
“Okay, I don’t think I can keep talking about this. It’s too weird,” Bella said, turning to go.
“No, Bella, wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable. To answer your question, I am saying that you have permission to do whatever you want. Or whoever,” He whispered the last part, not sure if it was the right thing to say.
The tension of the conversation burned through her uncomfortably, but she couldn’t resist being pulled into her father in laws aura, time after time(by cindy lauper). The want raced through her body like lightning at the idea that something… anything with Carlisle could happen again. Desperate for a topic change, she wandered over to the impressive bookshelf on the side of his office. There was an antique record player nestled on one of the shelves, along with a stack of what looked like classical jazz. It appeared Edward wasn’t the only pretentious music lover in the family.
“I didn’t know you liked music so much.”
If Carlisle was thrown off by the topic change, he didn't show it. “Yes, I love jazz and the blues. It’s especially good for intimate dancing.”
“Oh, I don’t dance,” Bella laughed. Even though becoming a vampire had improved her reflexes and balance, she maintained some of the physical awkwardness of her human years that had always gotten in her way so much.
“Would you humor me? Just for a song. I think you would like this one.” He wandered over to the record player and set the needle on the edge of the record that was already in it. Smooth notes of saxophone permeated the air around them, and the surgeon beckoned her over by holding his hands out.
She moved towards him hesitantly, placing her hands gently in his, marveling at the tingles that their contact sent through her body down to her toes. Swaying gently, he guided one of her hands to his shoulder, where she held her hand stiffly so as to not make so much contact with her father in law. The want was burning through her, but she was so self conscious that she wasn’t allowing herself to act on her deep desires.
Carlisle then placed his hand on her waist, pulling her closer with his grip. She gasped, hand involuntarily clutching onto his shoulder for purchase as she felt his large hand burning her up to her very core.
Carlisle let out a throaty chuckle at her reaction to his touch. It was flattering, really. He led her in a slow, easy dance and felt her start to relax under his hands.
Just as Bella started to flow with the music and with her father figure, her ballet flat caught on the edge of Carlisle’s beautiful woven rug and she tripped.
Bella turned away from Carlisle, wearing an embarrassed smile. “I told you, I don’t dance.” She said, still facing away and trying to quickly find something to change the subject. An open book on Carlisle’s desk caught her eye as it was written in a language she didn’t immediately recognize.
“What is this?” she asked, running her fingers delicately over the pages.
Carlisle came up behind her, looking over her shoulder. “It’s The Iliad in its mother tongue.”
“You speak Greek?” Bella turned to look at him, only a little surprised at how close he was.
“I can read it well enough.” He responded casually. An idea spread across his face as he asked, “Could I read some of it to you?”
“Yeah,” Bella looked up at him and smiled. This was a more casual activity than dancing. She could handle this.
Carlisle sat in one of the armchairs and gestured for her to join him. Bella perched on one of the arms, but the chair started rotating slightly and she lost her balance. She started falling, and in one swift motion, Carlisle scooped her up and gently set her on his lap.
“Is this okay?” he asked her, wrapping an arm casually around her back so he could hold the book up.
“Um…yes it’s okay,” Bella tried to smile casually, but she was freaking out. She wanted to run away and jump him at the same time.
Carlisle began reading to her, the vibrations of his voice running through Bella’s body.
αὐτὰρ ἐπεὶ κόσμηθεν ἅμ' ἡγεμόνεσσιν ἕκαστοι,
Τρῶες μὲν κλαγγῇ τ' ἐνοπῇ τ' ἴσαν ὄρνιθες ὣς
ἠύ̈τε περ κλαγγὴ γεράνων πέλει οὐρανόθι πρό:
αἵ τ' ἐπεὶ οὖν χειμῶνα φύγον καὶ ἀθέσφατον ὄμβρον
κλαγγῇ ταί γε πέτονται ἐπ' ὠκεανοῖο ῥοάων
ἀνδράσι Πυγμαίοισι φόνον καὶ κῆρα φέρουσαι:
ἠέριαι δ' ἄρα ταί γε κακὴν ἔριδα προφέρονται.
οἳ δ' ἄρ' ἴσαν σιγῇ μένεα πνείοντες Ἀχαιοὶ
ἐν θυμῷ μεμαῶτες ἀλεξέμεν ἀλλήλοισιν.
εὖτ' ὄρεος κορυφῇσι Νότος κατέχευεν ὀμίχλην
ποιμέσιν οὔ τι φίλην, κλέπτῃ δέ τε νυκτὸς ἀμείνω,
τόσσόν τίς τ' ἐπιλεύσσει ὅσον τ' ἐπὶ λᾶαν ἵησιν:
ὣς ἄρα τῶν ὑπὸ ποσσὶ κονίσαλος ὄρνυτ' ἀελλὴς
ἐρχομένων: μάλα δ' ὦκα διέπρησσον πεδίοιο.
οἳ δ' ὅτε δὴ σχεδὸν ἦσαν ἐπ' ἀλλήλοισιν ἰόντες,
Τρωσὶν μὲν προμάχιζεν Ἀλέξανδρος θεοειδὴς
παρδαλέην ὤμοισιν ἔχων καὶ καμπύλα τόξα
καὶ ξίφος: αὐτὰρ δοῦρε δύω κεκορυθμένα χαλκῷ
πάλλων Ἀργείων προκαλίζετο πάντας ἀρίστους
ἀντίβιον μαχέσασθαι ἐν αἰνῇ δηϊοτῆτι.
τὸν δ' ὡς οὖν ἐνόησεν ἀρηί̈φιλος Μενέλαος
ἐρχόμενον προπάροιθεν ὁμίλου μακρὰ βιβάντα,
ὥς τε λέων ἐχάρη μεγάλῳ ἐπὶ σώματι κύρσας
εὑρὼν ἢ ἔλαφον κεραὸν ἢ ἄγριον αἶγα
πεινάων: μάλα γάρ τε κατεσθίει, εἴ περ ἂν αὐτὸν
σεύωνται ταχέες τε κύνες θαλεροί τ' αἰζηοί:
ὣς ἐχάρη Μενέλαος Ἀλέξανδρον θεοειδέα
ὀφθαλμοῖσιν ἰδών: φάτο γὰρ τίσεσθαι ἀλείτην:
αὐτίκα δ' ἐξ ὀχέων σὺν τεύχεσιν ἆλτο χαμᾶζε.
τὸν δ' ὡς οὖν ἐνόησεν Ἀλέξανδρος θεοειδὴς
ἐν προμάχοισι φανέντα, κατεπλήγη φίλον ἦτορ,
ἂψ δ' ἑτάρων εἰς ἔθνος ἐχάζετο κῆρ' ἀλεείνων.
ὡς δ' ὅτε τίς τε δράκοντα ἰδὼν παλίνορσος ἀπέστη
οὔρεος ἐν βήσσῃς, ὑπό τε τρόμος ἔλλαβε γυῖα,
ἂψ δ' ἀνεχώρησεν, ὦχρός τέ μιν εἷλε παρειάς,
ὣς αὖτις καθ' ὅμιλον ἔδυ Τρώων ἀγερώχων
δείσας Ἀτρέος υἱὸν Ἀλέξανδρος θεοειδής.
τὸν δ' Ἕκτωρ νείκεσσεν ἰδὼν αἰσχροῖς ἐπέεσσιν:
Δύσπαρι εἶδος ἄριστε γυναιμανὲς ἠπεροπευτὰ
αἴθ' ὄφελες ἄγονός τ' ἔμεναι ἄγαμός τ' ἀπολέσθαι:
καί κε τὸ βουλοίμην, καί κεν πολὺ κέρδιον ἦεν
ἢ οὕτω λώβην τ' ἔμεναι καὶ ὑπόψιον ἄλλων.
ἦ που καγχαλόωσι κάρη κομόωντες Ἀχαιοὶ
φάντες ἀριστῆα πρόμον ἔμμεναι, οὕνεκα καλὸν
εἶδος ἔπ', ἀλλ' οὐκ ἔστι βίη φρεσὶν οὐδέ τις ἀλκή.
ἦ τοιόσδε ἐὼν ἐν ποντοπόροισι νέεσσι
πόντον ἐπιπλώσας, ἑτάρους ἐρίηρας ἀγείρας,
μιχθεὶς ἀλλοδαποῖσι γυναῖκ' εὐειδέ' ἀνῆγες
ἐξ ἀπίης γαίης νυὸν ἀνδρῶν αἰχμητάων
πατρί τε σῷ μέγα πῆμα πόληί̈ τε παντί τε δήμῳ,
δυσμενέσιν μὲν χάρμα, κατηφείην δὲ σοὶ αὐτῷ;
οὐκ ἂν δὴ μείνειας ἀρηί̈φιλον Μενέλαον;
γνοίης χ' οἵου φωτὸς ἔχεις θαλερὴν παράκοιτιν:
οὐκ ἄν τοι χραίσμῃ κίθαρις τά τε δῶρ' Ἀφροδίτης
ἥ τε κόμη τό τε εἶδος ὅτ' ἐν κονίῃσι μιγείης.
ἀλλὰ μάλα Τρῶες δειδήμονες: ἦ τέ κεν ἤδη
Somewhere around stanza 50, Bella had dozed off from the relaxing, even rhythm of Carlisle’s words. He knew that she was asleep, but he kept reading his favorite section while tracing random patterns along Bella’s back.
He finished his reading, but continued his abstract painting on Bella’s cold skin. She awoke to the sudden silence, noticed his touch, and jumped up.
“S-sorry,” she breathed. “I wasn’t bored from your reading, I swear. Your Greek is beautiful,” Bella was trying to breeze past the fact that she evacuated his lap, but Carlisle is a doctor so he is smarter than that. Her shoulders were up around her ears with tension as she stood awkwardly before him.
“Bella, I can’t help but notice how tense you are. I am a doctor. Let me help, I think I could help with that, if you let me, as I am a doctor and I… understand… the human body.”
The newborn vampire’s breath shuddered out of her at the idea of Carlisle… helping her in any context. “Um… yeah, okay.”
“Tell me Bella, have you ever been massaged… sensually?”
“Oh. Um… I don't know if I've ever been massaged… sensually. I’m not even sure what a… sensual massage would be, quite frankly.”
“Let me show you then,” Carlisle winked at Bella and stood from the chair, motioning for her to take his place. He circled around to the back of the chair and rested his hands gently on Bella’s tense shoulders.
He bent down so his tender lips were up against Bella’s ear. “Hopefully I can help you relax a bit,” he whispered to her. He started with a simple shoulder massage, rubbing circles with his thumbs.
A small hum escaped Bella’s throat as she let herself melt into his touch. “That feels really good,” she confessed to her father-in-law.
He sighed contentedly in response. “I’m glad you like it, dear.”
Carlisle continued working at the knots in his daughter’s shoulders until he was content with his work. He bent down again and let his lips brush against Bella’s neck. She shivered at the touch, but not out of discomfort.
Carlisle planted light kisses across Bella’s neck, jaw, ear, while gently scratching her arms with his fingers. Bella’s body was overwhelmed at the tingling sensation the older vampire was providing. In a movement completely out of Bella’s control, her head turned to Carlisle as she found his lips with her own.
Carlisle’s kiss was careful at first, wanting to let Bella lead. He needed to know what exactly she wanted to happen between them. He could sense her raw desperation through the kiss as she sloppily thrust her tongue into his mouth, clearly unpracticed in how badly she wanted him in a sexual manner. He smoothed his thumb across her cheek, cradling her face as he slowed the kiss down to something more gentle, even though she fought it. He pulled away, a glint in his eyes.
“Now why don’t you show me what you learned?”
“What?” She had clearly expected the kiss to immediately lead to something more, and it was incredibly satisfying for him to have her so caught off guard by the reasonable request. Carlisle moved away from her and sat in the opposite armchair.
“Show me how I made you feel good, Bella.” The girl looked at him, flabbergasted, lightly panting from only a kiss. She arose on wobbly knees and slowly moved behind him.
Once Bella was behind Carlisle, she lightly rested her hands on his shoulders, suddenly nervous again. She did her best to replicate Carlisle’s magic fingers, but there was no comparison when it came to him.
Bella was sure she was disappointing her husband’s father, and was upset that she would lose the opportunity to be with him again. That thought vanished from her mind though, when she heard Carlisle let out a soft sigh.
“Is that good?” She asked him, unsure of his reaction but grateful nonetheless to hear any noise from him.
“It’s perfect, dear. You are a fast learner.” He looked up at her, smiling, and rested his hand atop her own. The touch of their bare skin together sent Bella back into a frenzy of want and desperation. She couldn’t take the waiting anymore. In a flurry of vampiric speed she flung herself around the chair and onto his lap, straddling his powerful thighs. She grabbed her father in law’s face and crushed their mouths together, moaning audibly when his hands came up to grab at her waist. Her paws erratically moved about Carlisle’s chest, grabbing every inch of him she could reach as they devoured each other. She ripped open his lab coat with her super strength and ran her hands up and down his chest as she tightened her legs around him. Her hips moved in tiny hitches, clearly seeking something, but she didn’t understand what her body was telling her, she was just burning up from the inside from the want of her memories and the electric feeling of skin against skin.
Without breaking their kiss, Carlisle adjusted himself so his bulge was directly underneath his daughter in law.
Bella moaned into his mouth and felt him smile against her lips. She was so blinded by her lust that she barely noticed him removing her shirt.
Carlisle was the first to pull away so he could marvel at Bella’s chest.
“Beautiful,” he said quietly, his eyes dark with need. He brushed a firm but tender thumb over her erect nipple, causing a wave of goosebumps to emerge from Bella’s skin. She gasped softly, watching him take her in.
Carlisle didn’t look away from Bella’s perky breasts before pulling her closer and painting circles over her areolas with his eager tongue.
Bella raked her hands through Carlisle’s golden locks, trying to center herself as hot need swirled deep in her core. Her focus was short lived, however, as she found herself pulling his face up to meet hers before crashing her mouth into his own, slick with venom.
Carlisle was just as eager as Bella now, losing most of his control after popping one of her sweet, supple nipples into his salivating mouth. He hoisted his daughter in law up, earning a moan of shock and excitement that vibrated through his mouth. He carried her over to his exam table, seeing as it was the only decent surface they could heat things up on.
Bella whimpered as he set her down, trying to wrap her legs around the doctor, but Carlisle pulled away.
“No, gorgeous, let me look at you.” Her skirt had bunched up against her waist, revealing her underwear that had little embroidered wolves, which seemed loaded, but whatever. He guided the panties down her trembling legs, and nudged her legs open. She moaned in mortification, her legs reflexively shutting against her will as a reflex.
“Keep them open for me, Isabella. Or do you need help?”
Bella bit her lip in an upsetting fashion before nodding desperately. “Yes daddy, I need you to help me, please.”
Carlisle’s breath shuddered. When Aro had tried to call him that it had always been off putting, but from Bella it just made her all the more irresistible. He guided her legs so she was facing off the side of the table, before guiding the stirrups out from their hiding place underneath the exam table. He watched her face closely for hesitation or nerves, but saw only the pitch black of all consuming want.
Carlisle’s focus was quickly redirected to the glistening slit in between Bella’s legs. He was sure it was reflecting in his eyes, glazed over with lust. He slowly ran his hands up Bella’s thighs, resting them at her hip bones. He gave a gentle tug, guiding her closer to the edge of the table. He needed to be as close as possible.
Carlisle was quick to get Bella over here, but now he was taking his sweet time. He planted soft kisses up her inner thighs, stopping just before her pretty pink petals. He finally brought his face in closer, tracing the outline of her opening with his tongue.
Bella whimpered, sure she couldn’t wait any longer. She could feel his breath rolling over her throbbing, needy clit and it was driving her crazy. “Please Carlisle,” she sobbed. “I need you.” Her hands found their home again in his beautifully conditioned hair, tugging with desperation.
“If you insist, pretty girl.” he laughed softly, before sliding his thick tongue from bottom to top, landing firmly on her swollen bundle of nerves.
Bella cried out in relief, her head rolling back on her shoulders.
Carlisle made himself at home sucking Bella’s clit, relishing in the moans coming more and more frequently from his newest family member. Without coming up for air, he looked up at Bella to watch her writhe under his unwavering tongue.
Carlisle wanted to taste more of her. It was intoxicating. He pried himself away from her pleading clit and found her entrance. And enter he did.
At the first feeling of Carlisle’s meaty tongue against Bella’s walls, her body began convulsing with pleasure. She moaned, low and guttural, and she might’ve shed a tear. Her orgasm erupted around her lover’s muscle as he lapped up his prize.
Carlisle hummed contentedly, moving to kiss her thighs to let her body calm down. They locked eyes, Bella giving him a drunken smile.
The doctor stood and leaned over Bella’s beautifully flushed face to plant a kiss on her lips. She recovered from her orgasm quickly, and was already desperate for more.
“Please fuck me,” she whimpered against his lips. She wasn’t able to feel embarrassed with him anymore. Not after he just made her ascend up to heaven in the span of 30 seconds.
“I appreciate you using your manners,” Carlisle responded between kisses. “But I’m not done playing with you yet.” He lingered for a moment, their lips just out of reach, before returning to his rightful spot in between her shaking legs.
Carlisle didn’t waste any time teasing Bella before getting seconds. He was starving for more of her. His tongue crashed over Bella’s already throbbing clit, moving in even strokes back and forth. Wanting to make her even crazier, the blonde brought two fingers to Bella’s slick hole and gently guided them inside. It didn’t take much effort, seeing as she was already dripping from the first orgasm he had given her.
Bella threw her head back, seeing stars. Is it possible to blackout from pleasure? She thought. (is this bad writing please fix it) Her entire body zapped as her father in law heeded close attention to her power button and her previously neglected g-spot. She felt herself almost go over the edge to relief, and she smiled in pathetic anticipation.
Carlisle could sense that another orgasm was close by, but he had other plans for his son’s wife. He reluctantly tore himself away from Bella’s needy flesh to look at the confused expression on her face.
“Don’t look so sad, Isabella. We have only begun our time together.”
“But…” he watched as she panted, desperately trying to regain control of herself. “I haven’t done anything for you. Let me show you how good you make me feel, please, daddy.” She moved to get out of the stirrups, clearly desperate to give him some spin cycle 3000 nasty sloppy toppy, but he moved so that he was in her line of sight. “What… I don’t understand?” She looked confusedly up at him through her doe eyes.
Carlile glanced down to the damp patch at the front of his khakis. “Tasting you is all I need, gorgeous. You sound so beautiful, it was hopeless trying to hold myself back.” He watched as the newfound information just seemed to increase her physical need to have him.
“Please, Carlisle, I need you to fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Please… what?”
Bella’s breath hitched as her eyes grew even wider. “Please, daddy .”
Carlisle quickly undid his pants, his own desperation catching up to him. He moved to stand between the metal stirrups that were holding Bella’s legs apart, grinding his impressive schlong across her folds, the tip hitting her bean, making her even more desperate. He positioned himself at her opening, making intense eye contact with his daughter in law.
“Are you ready, beautiful?”
“ Yes , Carlisle, please, I-” Bella cut herself off as the doctor started pushing himself into her chamber of secrets. He went slowly, wanting to let the newborn adjust to the intrusion, amused by Bella’s impatience.
When he was fully inside her, he pushed her skirt further up to hold onto her hips. Drawing back slowly, he thrusted powerfully back inside her, setting a steady rhythm as Bella was finally satisfied. The newborn moaned loudly and unselfconsciously, the pleasure overtaking any nervousness or hesitation she might have been previously experiencing. Carlisle snuck a thumb down to press against Bella’s sensitive clit, letting the movement of his thrusts brush against it in time with his rhythm. Bella let out a silent scream as she came for a second time, tightening up around her father in law. Feeling her orgasm from inside her body was completely overwhelming, and Carlisle pulled out as soon as the brunette was finished riding out the waves of her orgasm. He guided her feet out of the metal stirrups, helping her stand up and face away from him.
“ No, Carlisle, what are you doing? Please, I need to feel you.”
“It’s okay, Isabella. You’ll feel me even deeper like this. You want that, don’t you?” Bella moaned at the idea, letting her father in law move her around like a doll, willing to do whatever he wanted.
He gently pushed her down so that her bare chest was against the cold steel of the medical counter. She whimpered as her sensitive areolas were pressed against it, too boneless from her orgasms to hold herself up, but still insatiable.
The blonde used his foot to kick her legs further apart, ripping her skirt down so that he could see himself sink into her at an even deeper angle. Bella moaned so loudly that it was surely heard all the way over in the reservation. In this position, he could feel himself brushing the end of her channel, immensely satisfied as he knew she was finally getting what she had craved for years, and he was the only one who could truly give it to her. He sped up his thrusts, starting to lose himself as he pressed quickly fading bruises into the swell of Bella’s hips in order to better move her back against him.
Bella, always a martyr, started feeling guilty from how good Carlisle was making her feel. She needed to do something for him. She pushed herself up from the sterile table, which Carlisle responded to by wrapping one arm around her torso, and another around her throat.
“Did you miss me?” Carlisle whispered into her ear before turning her head for a sloppy kiss.
“Yes, actually,” Bella responded, doing her best to stay in control. “I want to see you better,” She finally took advantage of her vampiric strength and speed instead of pretending to be a weak little girl (ugh she’s so misunderstood). She raced them to the beautiful woven carpet, threw Carlisle on the floor, and mounted him like a professional hobbyhorse rider.
Bella perched just above Carlisle’s leaking member, taken aback at how painfully gorgeous he looked. His perfectly blonde hair was made that much more perfect against the teal, seafoam green colors of his magnificent floor rug. Who knew he had such an eye for design?
Carlisle reached up and tucked a tangled, brunette tendril behind Bella’s ear. “Are you going to make me wait now, Isabella?” He asked with a smile that threatened to make her faint from such intense desire.
“You definitely deserve it, after what you put me through,” Bella was so proud of herself for flirting like a semi-normal person. She only bit her lip afterwards for a few seconds and she maintained steady eye contact. She ran her hands up his chest, around the sides of his neck, and planted a kiss on his smiling lips.
“I’m evil, I know,” Carlisle responded, his hands squeezing Bella’s soft, petite buttcheeks. “Let me make up for it now.”
Carlisle positioned Bella’s illustrious cavern over his stalagmite, and went spelunking. Bella gasped against Carlisle’s ear as her body went slack, reflexively letting him take control of her. She pushed herself up when she remembered her original goal.
Bella struggled to keep her voice even as her daughter’s grandfather pounded into her begging hole. “Stop, I’m supposed to be making you feel good now,” She pouted down at his perplexed face.
“It blows my mind that you think I’m not experiencing the same level of pleasure as you are, maybe even more. It is such a privilege to watch you fall apart around me” he responded, never faltering his rhythm inside of her.
His words alone were enough to send a shutter through Bella’s body, but she couldn’t go there yet. She needed to preserve her energy.
The newborn grabbed the older vampire’s hands and pinned them above his head. She saw a smirk spread across his porcelain face, but she ignored it. She was determined to do this for him. Bella hoisted herself up to the tip of his scepter and slammed back down, the slap of their skin together burning her legs.
Bella had never taken control before, so her rhythm was sporadic and uncontrolled, but Carlisle seemed to be enjoying the urgency of her movements. She was sliding all over the place, liquid oozing from the both of them in their rising climaxes.
She barely noticed the burning from her knees rubbing against the beautiful woven rug as orgasm number who knows crashed through her entire being. She was seeing stars and could barely hold herself up, relying on Carlisle’s stonelike arms to keep her steady.
He didn’t stay dependable, though, as his rocket launched and exploded inside of Bella. He moaned low, on a long exhale as his arms buckled under the pressure. Bella collapsed onto Carlisle’s sculpted chest, his cock still wet and throbbing inside of her.
“Did I do okay?” Bella breathed into Carlisle’s ear. Even in this state, her number one concern was whether she was able to please her father in law.
“Bella, look down and ask me that again,” Carlisle chuckled into her neck, leaving light kisses up to her jaw.
Bella slid herself off of Carlisle’s now flaccid johnson and gazed upon the scene in front of her. White, creamy liquid oozed out of her and onto Carlisle’s rock hard abdomen. I guess that answers my question, she thought proudly.
Carlisle laughed at her expression. He picked Bella up and placed her in one of the swiveling armchairs, fetched a towel, and brought it back to clean her up.
Once they were both adequately wiped down, Carlisle bent over Bella and kissed her tenderly.
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“Where is Mommy?” Renesmee and Edward pulled into the Cullen’s driveway, returning from an afternoon with Charlie.
Bella and Carlisle’s eyes lingered on each other for what felt like forever before they both dressed in a blur.
When Bella pulled her skirt back on, she noticed the rug burns on her knees that were exposed by the skimpy length of the fabric.
She shot a guilty look at Carlisle, who just winked at her before returning to his still open copy of The Iliad .
“I had no idea you were so interested in Grecian epics, Bella. Come see me when you want to read more,” Carlisle said, watching her petite ass from across the room.
Bella gave him a knowing smile, bit her lip awkwardly, and slipped out of the door to greet her husband and child.