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~Satisfying His Insatiable Wife~

As he steered into the driveway, stepped onto the porch and opened the door, he noticed no one was at home, except for her. Her distinct scent was the only one lingering not far from where he stood. And then his eyes fell to her favorite purple strapped high heel. Not too far from it, was the other one, not sitting still on the floor but rather, were scattered across it, like she was in a hurry to get them off her dainty feet.

Curiosity shot up inside him as Esme's black pencil skirt lay flatly on the floor, not too far away from her ruffled purple blouse with buttons on the front. Picking her pieces of clothing one by one, he followed the trail up the stairs but stopped in his tracks as his eyes lingered on a black lacy garter belt.

'What in the world…' he thought to himself.

Next was a matching black lace bra. And the next was her matching lacy and racy thong. Carlisle gulped as he imagined every image of Esme taking off these pieces of clothing one by one, leaving them carefully on the ground to leave a trail that would lead him straight to her. Most probably to their bedroom. Boy was he wrong.

He had to block the image of Esme just in knee-length stockings with lace resting against those creamy white delicious thighs as he gathered it into his hands. The trail had stopped. Glancing up, he noticed he was right in front of the door to his office. Her scent was a little stronger now.

Opening the door, he quietly slipped in and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his wife's naked back exposed to him. And as he heard her moans and the needy whisper of his name escaping her lips, he immediately dropped his belongings and her clothes and dashed towards her.

She was sitting on his desk, facing his chair, her legs spread apart with her feet resting on the edge of the table. Her fingers worked deftly on herself as her head was thrown back and her eyes shut close as her voice made those irresistibly seductive moans and groans that left her parted lips.

Her cheeks were flushed and he could feel the heat of her private little expedition penetrating his cold skin. The intoxicating smell of her inebriated him as soon as he stepped close to her body. She hadn't taken notice neither of him nor of his scent, since she hadn't looked up, apparently too distracted to notice anything but her desperate need for release from the husband she so craved.

Carlisle thought she probably wasn't expecting him to come home early today, hence her little excursion on her own here in his office. He smirked and enjoyed the show for a while until he suddenly knew that she was about to finish her little quest. Clearing his throat, she looked up, stopped her fingers' ministrations and stared at him in utter disbelief with her lust-filled golden eyes that had darkened with the mist of her desire.

"Carlisle…"

"Love… I see you're busy. Should I come back later?" he asked her teasingly, flashing a little sly smile across his lips.

Without waiting for a specific answer, he pulled her fingers away from inside of her, brought them up to his lips and licked her sweet taste off of them. Lightly grazing his teeth over her fingers before licking them one last time, he heard her moan in utter pleasure.

Looking up to meet his wife's gaze, he knew that by now, his eyes matched her hazy ones that had nothing but flaming desire in it. Leaning forward, he captured his wife's lips as his hands cupped her breasts, kneading them slowly, then pinching her nipples quickly, eliciting an excited groan from Esme.

"Maybe I should help you with this," he quickly offered as he parted away from her lips, his tongue disappointed at the lack of the warmth of hers.

Lowering his lips to her supple breast, he took her pert nipple in his mouth, teasing the tiny bud with his tongue while her other surrendered under his touch with the way his skillful fingers flicked across it. Her hands slammed down on the table loudly behind her, as she threw her head back once again.

Repeating the same action to her other nipple, he slowly slid one digit into her slick entrance. Her body convulsed at the simple penetration. Reluctantly pulling away from the taste of her body, Carlisle took his seat on his chair and swung his wife's legs over his shoulders as he caressed her inner thighs with his hands the moment his tongue flicked across her in agonizingly slow strokes.

Her breath hitched and she glowered at him as he kept his pleasant torture of giving her minimal pleasure. Carlisle felt his wife's eyes glaring at him, which just made him chuckle. Eagerly, his mouth started eating her out in a hurry, sending Esme over the edge, her moans growing louder.

As he slipped two fingers inside her while he teased her clit with his tongue, he felt her hand slide into his hair, grabbing on to him for support, knowing she'd lose herself soon. But just before she could reach her high, he had pulled away from her instantly.

He watched in amusement how she was dripping all over his desk, a sight that was quite appealing to him. It wasn't every day that you find your wife naked on your desk in your office, all needy to care about anything else but to have you inside of her deep while she spasms in ecstasy around your stiff, hard…

It was only so much a man could take. And vampire or not, Carlisle was still a man who couldn't resist a tempting invitation from a beauty like Esme. Standing up, he let her legs slide off his shoulders, just to be wrapped around his hips. Esme's hands were eagerly tugging on his clothes, knowing any time now; they'd be ripped off his body into pieces.

As soon as his wife freed him of everything separating himself from her, he lined up his member against her entrance, teasing her a little by sliding it up and down across her slit first before he finally slid easily into her tight walls.

Feeling her writhe as he stayed still inside her, he smirked. "Always so eager, my love…"

Moving inside of her in deep, slow thrusts, he measured her labored breathing as he quickened his pace little by little. While one hand supported her body on the desk behind her, she slid the other up to his nape, pulling him in close, luring his tongue to play with hers as she darted it out across her bottom lip before biting down on it.

Resting his hands on each side of her on the table, he leaned in close as their lips met in haste, wanting to have each other's taste in their mouths. His wife was definitely needy with the way she easily dominated his tongue and had him surrender as she basked in her triumph with the way she playfully bit down on his tongue.

Not planning on losing, Carlisle grabbed her nape, pulled back lightly and quickened his pace, moving deeper into her, making her let out loud, uneven gasps and moans. It wasn't difficult to send her over the edge quick, seeing as she had been working on herself minutes before he had come to join her delightful little fun by herself.

Her hands held on to the edge of the table while her nails dug into the wood of the smooth mahogany, the table slightly shaking with each shuddering shove he made inside of her. Ramming into her even faster, his hand still on her nape, while his other grabbed her tight, firm ass, grinding it against his hips closer, leaving no space between them, he could feel her impending release.

She was so close… And he knew it with the way she tightened and her whole body tensed.

"Carlisle!" Her sensual moan of his name was his undoing, but he held off as her whole body shook with her relief.

Slowly supporting her back as she started leaning down against his desk, he pulled out of her, still hard and ready for her one more time, but he gave her time to come down from her high. Bending over a bit, he grabbed her thighs and watched her juices flow out of her, seducing him to lap it up with his tongue.

As he did, he heard her mewling and getting excited once more. Chuckling to himself, he loved the way his wife sometimes was so hard to sate. Once every night didn't fulfill her raging desire for him, but who was he to blame? She too, had the same effect on him. If only he wasn't too busy every time at the hospital, he'd be at home, making love to her for hours for a week, a month and even a year.

Lining himself up against her once more, he slid in easily, her walls still milking him deliciously. Grabbing her waist with his hands, he pulled her to him each time he thrust into her, making her shudder with each one. Keeping his arms under the back of her knees, and her legs spread, he slowly lowered one hand down her porcelain skin, letting his fingers work on the little ignored nub. It amazed him that such a small thing can bring out the ultimate pleasure for a woman.

Esme's hands clutched the edge of the table behind her and Carlisle felt her squeeze around him as she did. Her second release was building and he wanted nothing more but to give her as many releases as she needed before giving himself the freedom of feeling it too.

Before she could reach her ultimate high, she lifted her upper body and rested her hands once again on the desk as she looked into Carlisle's darkened ochre eyes, her own scorching his gaze with insatiable lust. Next thing they both knew was that Carlisle was now seated on his chair, while Esme's legs were over the armchairs of it, as she rode him in desperation.

Her fingers curled up in his blonde hair, as she breathed against his lips that claimed hers in a second. Carlisle could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest, bouncing playfully with her steady pace of up and down on his hardened member. His hands were on her back, caressing before his nails dug into her skin as he felt another tight squeeze around him. Pulling away from her lips, he lowered his and bit down on her neck, hard, making her scream out in pleasure. They both wanted more and they never wanted any of it to stop.

Pushing her to the wall opposite his desk, her landing unsurprisingly leaving a dent in it, he was in front of her in a second, his hand grabbing her thigh up around his hips before he once again slipped inside of her. Esme's arms wrapped around his neck as her tongue wandered up and down the side of his neck before biting down on it.

Groaning, Carlisle grabbed her other thigh and as both her legs were comfortably around him, he thrust into her as fast as his speed would allow it. The wall behind them was now clearly battered, and before they ended up on the other side of the room, Esme was transported into their bedroom and with the soft landing on their bed; Carlisle was as deep as he could get inside of her, causing a wave of electric current onto Esme's entire body.

Still connected, Carlisle continued in deep, slow strokes once more, trying to build up more of her pent-up frustration for a mind-shattering release later on. It wasn't easy to hold on any longer with the way Esme had started begging for more.

Slowly pulling out, he turned her around on her knees, her hands resting on the headboard of their bed. Positioning himself, he teased her yet again, stroking his tip across her repeatedly until she groaned in frustrated desperation. Chuckling, he violently shoved himself inside of her, making her pleasured scream echo in their room, her voice drifting seductively to his sensitive ears.

Repeating his little violent thrusts while grabbing her waist with each one, her body was shaking uncontrollably, knowingly making him aware of her limit. Leaning over her, he grabbed her breasts and kneaded them a bit roughly. Her head turned a bit and the way her parted lips glistened, he couldn't help himself but taste those succulent lips once more.

Their tongues twined in a playful manner and as he noticed he had slowed down, he pulled away and started his violent slamming into her once more. Esme's string of incessant begging made Carlisle give in. Siting back, but pulling her with him, he made her ride him for a while before he gripped her hips and kept it down on his member which was more than ready to explode.

Thrusting fast up into her, hitting her deep, he intertwined his fingers in her caramel locks, swept it off her shoulder and bit down once more on her neck, licking it afterwards to soothe the pain. His wife's moans and her ceaseless mantra of his name didn't make anything easier as he tried hard to stop himself from reaching it, not before she could let her second incoming release shake both their bodies.

"Carlisle, I can't…" Esme pleaded as Carlisle's hands snaked up from behind to once again cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.

"Come for me, love," he whispered into her ear, urging her to free both of them from their throes of delirious passion.

With a few more intense thrusts, she finally clamped down on him, squeezing down on him tight like a vice-grip, finally enabling him to fill her up with the massive amount of everything he had to offer her. He could feel it mix with her fluids before sliding down his now satisfied length.

Caressing her cheek and pushing it slightly to her side for her to see him in the corner of her eye, he claimed her lips in a light kiss before she uttered her words of love.

"You're all I'll ever want and need. My Carlisle…"

~o~

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~Aoi.