A new Carlisle and Esme one-shot
Esme walked through the door of the cabin, sighing with happiness at the thought of an entire weekend with Carlisle. It would just be them alone without any interruptions. Their family was large and his job kept him busy so time alone was rare but very well appreciated.
Carlisle came up behind her with the luggage in his hands. Placing it down on the floor, he looked at her beautiful form. His lover, mate and wife. His hands rested on hers then moved up her arms to her shoulders. His lips caressed her neck, mostly giving his attention to the bitemark scar on the left side of her neck.
"It's been too long"
His words were honest but strong with desire. The last time they had made love was almost three months ago just after Renesmee's seventh birthday. Though she physically looked around fourteen years old. Things such as Carlisle's work, Renesmee's joint pains due to her rapid growth and another one of Rosalie and Emmett's weddings had kept them pre-occupied.
When Carlisle and Esme wanted to make love in their home, they did so. But with six other vampires, a hybrid and a werewolf in the house, every movement or sound of pleasure was heard by everyone.
"Mmm" she moaned.
His hands travelled down her body and to her thighs. This only made Esme more aroused and she leaned back against him feeling his own arousal against her backside.
Tired of foreplay, Esme turned quickly in Carlisle's arms and kissed him passionately. Carlisle responded eagerly and lifted his wife's sweater up over head, Esme then reached behind her back and undid her bra. After sliding the straps off of her arms, Esme began unbuttoning Carlisle's shirt but became impatient and simply tore the light blue fabric from his body.
He chuckled "Excited?"
She returned his smile "Nothing excites me more than you"
Both naked from the waist up, Carlisle and Esme stared into each other's eyes. Desperate for more of each other's flesh, they ripped away their pants and underwear leaving them both completely nude in front of one another.
Later, on the shag rug in front of a roaring fire, Esme sat astride her husband gently rocking her body against his. Carlisle gripped her bare hips firmly, helping her with her movements, the lovemaking was slow and peaceful . She moaned as the coil in her stomach tightened signifying her approaching release.
The fire glowed bright amber illuminating Esme's nude body and bringing out the gold in her eyes. Carlisle reached up to touch one of the caramel locks of her luxurious hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. It felt so soft in his hands, just like the rest of her. His hands and lips had touched every part of her over the past ninety years, memorising every curve.
Esme held his hand, fingers interlinked, she let out a whimper as her inner walls clenched around him. Carlisle went rigid and released deep inside her with a loud groan. Esme followed seconds after with a cry of pleasure, her back arching.
Esme lay on her husband's chest panting with him, his hands explored her back lovingly stroking the soft flesh. The scent of their lovemaking was heavy in the air.
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