ESPOV
"Carlisle!" I yell from the bathtub. I got in here without getting a towel from the linen closet, and now that I'm ready to get out, I can't.
"Angel, are you okay?" Carlisle's worried voice comes from the bedroom. He won't invade my privacy even when I call to him.
"Can you bring me a towel?" I ask in a normal voice because I know he can hear me.
"Ummm….yeah." He says slowly. This is a first for us— being naked in the same room.
He looks sheepish as he walks into the room, almost like he's going to be in trouble. I'm still under the bubbles, but I've been in here awhile so there aren't as many bubbles as there once were. I'm sure he can see some of my body, but I'm not sure how much— his eyesight is a lot better than mine.
"I forgot to get one before I got in." I tell him blushing.
He nods and pulls a light grey, fluffy towel out of the closet for me.
I take a deep breath and stand up to take it from him. My naked body on full display. He sucks in a breath and turns his back to me. I step out of the tub and reach for the towel. He hands it to me but keeps his back to me. I quickly dry off and wrap the towel around myself before walking around him so I can look at his beautiful face.
"Thank you." I tell him and frame his face with my hands. His eyes are dark when he glances down at my body and I know he's struggling with his lust. My hormones are going crazy lately so I know how he feels.
I smile at him and raise up onto my tiptoes so I can lay a sweet kiss on his mouth. He responds hungrily and I can feel him holding himself back.
"Mmmm" I moan and slip my tongue out to taste him. He always tastes so good— like sweet rain and honey. His hands fist in the towel at my hips and he tangles his tongue with mine.
"Esme, I can't." he whispers against my mouth and starts to pull away. I can tell he's fighting against himself. He doesn't want to let go because he's worried he'll hurt me.
"Carlisle, please. Just love me. We'll stop when it's too much."
He hesitates for a moment and I can see how much he is pushing back his instincts.
"Please love me." I whisper against his lips. I need him so badly, but I know we won't be able to go all the way.
He groans and drops his forehead to mine. He lifts me in his arms and in the blink of an eye, my bottom hits the soft comforter on his bed. His mouth is all over me— my lips, my jaw, my neck. The towel is still tucked tightly between my breasts and I let it stay there for now.
My fingers find their way under his shirt and I scratch my fingernails across the soft dimples on his lower back. He growls against my neck and lays me down so my head is against his pillows. His body is hovering over me so that he doesn't put any weight on me, but I want to feel him. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pull him down on me. He jerks away surprised.
"Are you sure?" I nod.
"I want to feel you."
He carefully puts his weight back on me and moans as I nestle him in between my legs. His lips return to mine, and my fingers tangle in his hair. I used to feel trapped when he put his weight on me, but now I feel safe and loved. I pull on his shirt and he quickly takes it off—I wish he would just quit wearing them.
I sigh when his bare chest comes into view, God he's beautiful. When I put my mouth on his collarbone and suck his skin into my mouth, he groans and his muscles quiver. I love his body. I can't keep my hands off his skin and his moaning is making my insides turn to jelly. I desperately want to feel his skin on mine, but I'm very aware that if I uncover my chest like I've done before, my whole body will be naked. Am I ready for that? I've never been naked in front of anyone other than Charles. He always said negative things about my body. What if I disappoint Carlisle? He's so perfect, and I'm just…not.
"I love you." Carlisle whispers in my ear and I snap back to the present to find Carlisle looking at me like I am the most important thing in the world. He loves me with everything he has. He could never be disappointed in my body. He loves me just the way I am.
"I love you too." I whisper and bring my hands to the knot of my towel. His eyes go wide and he shakes his head.
"Es, you don't have to do that."
"I know. I trust you and I want you to love all of me."
" I do, angel. I love every little bit of you. That doesn't mean you should make yourself uncomfortable."
"I'm not. I want this. I can't go all the way, but I want to go further."
"Are you sure?" His eyes are burning with lust.
I nod and undo the knot of my towel. It falls open and I lift my hips to slip it out from underneath me.
"Oh baby." Carlisle whispers, sitting back on his heels as he takes in all of me for the first time. My legs are still around him so my center is open for his eyes. His gaze travels slowly down my body before landing between my legs and staying there. The look on his face is full of amazement and…hunger.
"You're beautiful." He growls and the sound sends delicious shivers down my spine. "Can I touch you?" he asks and I nod.
"Please." I whisper and I'm not even embarrassed that I'm begging.
He drags his fingertips down from between my breasts to my stomach, which quivers at his touch, down to my hipbone and finally down my leg to my knee. However, as his hands move across my whole body, his eyes stay concentrating on my center. His fingers move up to my pubic bone running across the small patch of soft hair there. He slowly moves his finger down to run it tentatively through my folds. I moan and lift my hips when he makes contact with my clit. When he moves deeper and brushes through the wetness at my entrance, he groans loudly and flips us so that we are laying on our sides facing each other. My leg over his hip so my center is still open to him and his fingers don't leave my hot flesh. His mouth attacks mine and I moan into it as he continues to run his fingers through my wetness. My hips start moving in rhythm with the strokes over my sensitive clit.
Charles never touched me down there with his fingers except to spread me open before shoving himself inside of me. I love that Carlisle is giving me my first memory of this touch. I want to him to be my first everything.
"That feels so good." I whisper into his mouth.
"You feel good, love, so good. You're so wet and hot and soft. You're perfect."
His voice is husky and delicious.
"Mmmm…" I moan and pull his mouth to mine and attempt to dig my fingernails into his back.
He tentatively puts his finger inside me and I buck my hips again.
"Mmmm I can feel you clenching around my finger." He moans in my ear and I lose it. My hips jump up to meet his hand and I cry out his name as I orgasm.
He moves his hand slowly as I come down from my high and continue to squeeze his fingers.
"That was gorgeous." He whispers in my ear and lays kisses from my ear down my cheek to my mouth. With one last kiss to my lips, he pulls me to lay on his chest.
I hear his tongue making noises and I look up to find him sucking on the fingers he just had inside of me.
"Did you just…"
"You taste incredible, love. Better than anything I could have imagined."
I don't know what to say so I just duck my head into his chest to hide my blush.
As I relax against his chest, I'm quickly reminded that I didn't get a nap today. With one of Carlisle's hands tangling in my hair and the other caressing my belly, I drift off to sleep.
A deep, menacing growl in Carlisle's chest snaps me awake. I've never heard him sound like that and the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
"Esme, stay here." He says in a dark voice as he shoots out of bed and throws his shirt on.
"What's going on?" I ask confused and frightened.
"It's fine, please just do as I say and stay in this room."
I don't have a chance to answer before he's gone. I feel uncomfortably vulnerable laying alone in Carlisle's bed naked so I walk to our closet and get dressed in a pair of my sweat pants and one of Carlisle's hoodies. I love wearing Carlisle's shirts. We spent all that money on maternity clothes and I would rather just wear his, but I know he doesn't mind.
I don't know what to do up here alone so I just sit on the edge of the bed and wait for…well I don't know what.
There's a loud crash downstairs and before I know it, I'm off to find Carlisle. I can feel his rage inside me. Something is wrong.
When I open the bedroom door, I find Bella standing there like a guard. As I try to walk past her, she grabs me gently and forces me to stop.
"Esme, you can't go down there. I'm up here to protect you and make sure you don't leave."
"My mate is down there and he needs me. Now LET GO!" I tell her surprising her and myself with the venom in my voice.
She releases me immediately and I race down the stairs to find the living room empty. The glass wall by the front door is busted and the breeze coming in is freezing. I can see figures outside in the dim light of twilight and rush out onto the front porch to figure out what's happening.
I stop in my tracks when I see the scene in the front yard. Emmett and Jasper are flanking Edward who is standing slightly off to the side covered in shards of glass a few feet from Carlisle. My mate is standing in the middle of the yard nose to nose with Charles.