Edward's Perspective
Since my coming of age of being a vampire, my senses are sharpened and my strength returned a hundredfold. I have learned to refine my skill of mind reading, which was difficult to control. My first attempt at hunting was successful, barely fulfilling the burning thirst in my throat for human blood. Carlisle's philosophies and guidance were very helpful and sincere. His apartment is very simple and modestly decorated with pale color schemes. There was a grand piano in the corner with a white couch opposite to it. He didn't have a bed, and his windows were vast peering out over the horizon. There are mountains of books everywhere to read, and a kitchen and fridge that of course were never used.
I've been ashamed of my actions at the doctor's office when Carlisle changed me. His kind and benevolent nature overshadowed my intense burning sensation from within. The need for release and relief from the pain at that time was staggering. It's been several months and we never spoke a word about it. Like it never existed. To know that I did an awful atrocity to him, and still be treated with kindness hurts me. Of all people, he didn't deserve that kind of maltreatment. He always looked at me with affection and care in his eyes. The kind I didn't deserve.
It was nighttime, and Carlisle was about to finish his shift at the hospital today. I was patiently waiting for him reading a book and glancing at the door every couple of seconds. When the door opened, Carlisle came in hanging up with coat and welcoming me with tense smile. Working at the hospital took a toll on him because there were so many people needing help and dying in pain. He just wanted to help with the transition so that they would be able to die more peacefully. Carlisle was an honorable gentleman that little boys dreamed of being when they grew up. To be as humble and sincere of a character. Once Carlisle put his shoes away, I put my book down and looked at him until our eyes met.
"While you were gone, I thought about wanting to do something for you," I said carefully.
"What did you have in mind?" said Carlisle with curiosity appearing on his face. I smiled and gestured for him to sit with me at the piano. I felt a strange nervousness in my fingers as I put myself into position. When Carlisle was away, I spent my time learning how to composite music and to craft something that rang true with how I felt about him.
The music started first off slowly and softly teasing the audience. It gradually swelled to a beautiful melody that reverberated from the walls. It was beautiful, and sincere. The music was simple and elegantly woven together. Full of raw emotion and vulnerability. The song smelled of sweet perfume that wrapped around with care and subtlety. Carlisle had a warm smile on his face observing with gentle eyes. Finally the song ended just as softy as it started, with gentle ease and coaxing. I closed my eyes and felt the last note reverberate under my fingers.
I abruptly opened my eyes when I felt warm lips gently push against mine. Carlisle's eyes and mine locked instantaneously. As we put our arms around each other in a firm grip, I ran my fingers through his soft, fine golden hair. When we gently broke our kiss, we touched our foreheads to each other and waited in silence. When reading Carlisle's thoughts, it was thoughts of longing and compassion. Of great devotion and having been fortunate to have me as his companion. My heart soared with contentment.
Carlisle then got up and gestured his hand toward mine. I took it and he gently coaxed me to the edge of the white sofa opposite to the piano. He started to kiss me tenderly, leaning me towards laying my body fully on the sofa with him above. His hands moved slowly down my cheek to my torso, softly brushing my pale skin. His hands carefully unbuttoned my skirt and took off my pants, as if savoring the moment. When I took off his clothes, he looked majestic against the cool moonlight. Calm expression, with handsome features. His skin smooth marble and pale.
Carlisle's hands were trained and masterful. Touching every section of my body, leaving traces of pure sensation and amour. My back arched in response to his actions. I closed my eyes as I took in his musky scent, leaving all but the present moment in oblivion.
"Put it in me," I said with a desperate plea. My erection was painful as it brushed against his pale skin. The sensations whirling through my body and urging for his passion.
"Not yet, I don't want to hurt you," Carlisle whispered in my ear. He softly pushed two fingers at my entrance, slowly opening the hole that was hungrily awaiting him. He carefully watched my expression as he hit a sweet spot that made me see stars. The feelings were amorously awe-inspiring. He then caressed my thigh and legs and pulled it over his shoulders. His arms were solid and firmly hold me in place. His eyes were sincere and passionate. He went down to kiss me with great love and devotion.
Then he slowly entered me. Teasing me. His thoughts overwhelming me with needing to really feel inside of me and explore the sensation of it. My ability to mind read was advantageous to double the pleasure of this magnitude. He slowly began to pick up sped, as I grasped him and held him close. This is the way it was meant to be. It felt so perfect and right. His compassion rolling all over my body like a protective sheaf. My eyes shut and mouth parted. His hand brushing the hair from my face to see my expression. He then grimaced as he climaxed deep inside me. When I felt it, the feeling overwhelmed me bringing about my own climax. We lay there holding each other intertwined with the cool moonlight dancing on our pale skins. We then spent the next couple hours watching the magnificent view from the windows. We loved each other in silence as twilight from the windows started to illuminate the buildings in the distance.
