ESPOV
Cold kisses along my spine wake me from a dreamless sleep, and I can't help but smile. Glancing at the clock, I realize that I slept later than usual, and I slept hard.
"Good morning, beautiful." Carlisle whispers and continues kissing along my back.
Goosebumps erupt on my skin and it's not from the cold.
"Good morning. How are you?" The smile on my face is growing by the second.
"Let's just say that you would be hard-pressed to find anyone happier than I am at this moment." He gently pulls me to lay on my back so he can look into my eyes. "How are you?"
Framing his face with my hands, I lean up to kiss him.
"I'm perfect."
"Yes, you are." He growls and kisses me again.
His lips are soft, and his tongue is eager. I quickly catch up to his lust and tangle my fingers in his hair.
"Are you sore?" his breath tickles my lips as he speaks, and I can only shake my head in reply.
"Good." He growls again and rolls on top of me.
We're both still naked and the feeling of his body on mine like this is making little lightning bolts erupt all over my skin.
"I love you so much" Carlisle whispers before sucking my nipple into his mouth and making this the best morning of my life.
We finally managed to tear ourselves out of bed a little after 2, and decided to spend the rest of the day in the sun. I'm currently sitting on my beach chair on the shore of the ocean enjoying the feeling of the sun on my face. My eyes are closed, but I can feel Carlisle as he walks up behind me.
"I believe this was requested, my dear." He whispers in my ear before nipping the lobe making me shiver.
He's carrying a small plastic table in one hand and a fruity drink, with an umbrella in it, in the other.
"Thank you." I take the ice cold glass from him and smile. "You know the service here is very nice."
"Oh yeah? Only very nice? I would expect a little more than that Miss." He grins at me and I giggle.
"We'll see. You know we have 4 more days of vacation left." I wink at him and take a sip of my drink. The pineapple and coconut explode across my tongue and I moan. "It seriously isn't fair how good you are in the kitchen."
He just smile and shrugs. He motions for me to lean forward and straddles the chair behind me. Once he's situated, I lean back against his bare chest. His hands immediately go to my bare belly and rub small circles across the ever-stretching skin there. I chose one of Alice's bikinis to wear today. The top covers up to my throat and then ties behind my neck. The bottoms are brief style and the whole suit is white with a multi-colored flower pattern. It is the least risqué of the bunch and I love Carlisle's reaction to my naked baby bump.
"This suit is absolutely sinful on you, love." He tells me, nibbling on my ear again.
"Blame Alice, she packed it."
"Yes, but it's your beautiful body that makes it so irresistible." He growls and I laugh lightly.
"Well I'm glad you like it. Soon I'll look like a beached whale."
His laugh vibrates against my back.
"I'll love you no matter what. How is peanut today?"
"She's dancing. As soon as she hears or feels you, it's like she tries to get out of my belly." I laugh and he does the same as he chuckles as he kisses my shoulder.
"She's gonna be a daddy's girl." He whispers in my ear. While some women would pout at the thought of their child not choosing them as the favorite parent, the visual of a daddy's girl takes my breath away—Carlisle rocking a little baby bundle, or teaching a little boy to ride a bike, or having a tea party with a little green-eyed, chubby-faced baby girl.
"Yeah" I sigh with a smile and he places a sweet kiss on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
We don't wade into the ocean today, it's just as nice to cuddle and the let the sun warm our bodies.
"Do you want to walk along the beach? Explore a bit." Carlisle asks after we've laid in the sun for what seemed like hours.
"Sure. It will be nice to stretch my legs."
"Hmmm" he hums and kisses my neck again.
"Do you want your flip flops?" he asks once we've stood.
"I don't think so. I want to feel the water and sand on my feet."
He takes my hand and we head off along the edge of the island, the water lapping at our feet. It's so nice to be completely comfortable with someone else. We don't have to make idle chit chat, we can walk in comfortable silence enjoying the sea breeze, the sun on our skin, and the sand beneath our feet.
"Carlisle?" I ask after awhile.
"Hmm?"
"Do you think we'll ever get married?"
He stops and takes a second to process my question. I know it was completely out of the blue, but it did start as a train of thought.
"Yes, I think we will. Absolutely."
"Can we…um can we come back here for the wedding?" I ask and bite my lip.
"Would you like that, angel?"
"I would love that. I always dreamed of having a beach wedding—bare feet and dresses blowing in the breeze with the sun setting into the ocean behind us."
"It sounds perfect." He kisses my forehead and grabs my hand so we can keep walking. "We've never talked about this before. Do you want to get married?"
"Is that a proposal, Dr. Cullen?" I grin and bump my shoulder into his.
"Not officially. I want you to know that I intend to marry you, if that's something you want of course, but when I propose to you, it will be planned. You will get the whole deal—flowers, me down on one knee, and a beautiful diamond ring."
"Well that's good to know." I laugh. "And yes, I want to get married. I want to be your wife, your partner. I think we should wait a little while before we do, because I just got out of a relationship. I would never want to taint our marriage with demons of my past."
"Angel, you could never taint anything. I love every part of you, even the bruised and broken pieces." He kisses my lips softly. "Besides it will probably take me some time to find the perfect engagement ring for you. It will have to be perfect."
"I don't need it to be perfect, I just need you to choose it for me. I would love any ring you bought me, even if it was made of string."
"Hmmm well that opens up our choices quite a bit." He says and a laugh bursts from my chest.
"Yeah I suppose it does."
His arm slips around my waist and I lay my head on his shoulder as we walk. It's perfect how well we fit together.
"The sun is setting, angel. Do you want to head back?"
"Sure, I'm ready for dinner."
"You're hungry?" he asks with a deep frown.
"Yeah, all I've had to eat today is toast and the chunks of pineapple on the edge of my piña colada glass."
"You didn't have lunch?" He's in deep concentration, like he's trying to remember the exact times I ate today.
"Not really. I mean we didn't get out of bed until this afternoon, so really the toast was my lunch."
"That wasn't enough, love. Why didn't you tell me? I've neglected your needs." The heartbroken look on his face makes me want to cry and I lift on my tiptoes to kiss him softly.
"I'm fine. I was distracted and didn't even realize I was hungry until now. You take care of me perfectly."
"Obviously not. You've barely had one meal today. How could I forget that? Our baby is hungry because of me."
"Carlisle, look at me." He slowly raises his eyes from the ground to meet mine. "I am a grown woman. I am perfectly capable of getting my own food if I want it. I swear I didn't realize I was hungry. You didn't neglect me. This is silly."
"We need to get you back to the house." He says completely bypassing my words.
"Can you carry me? I still haven't seen how fast you are." My face lights up at the idea and I'm suddenly excited.
"That would be the fastest way. Are you sure it wouldn't jostle the baby?" He is in full protective mate mode, and I'm not sure what will make him feel better.
"Peanut will be fine. She'll probably love being in your arms, I know I do."
When he hears that, his eyes soften and drift down to my belly.
"Okay." He says and before I know it, I'm in his arms. My pregnancy hormones have my emotions all over the place: I'm excited to run with him, I'm nervous about how fast we'll go, I'm smitten at how concerned he gets for the baby, and I'm turned on and lustful because of all our bare skin that is now pressed tightly together.
"You ready?" he asks and I nod.
He starts running and if I had my eyes closed, I wouldn't have even known we were moving. The ride is smooth, but extremely fast. I can't really make out anything as it flies past us, it just looks like a colorful blur. It's amazing and I can't help but laugh loudly. Carlisle is smiling and watching me when I glance up at him, and he shoots me a wink. My head falls against his chest and for the rest of the ride, I enjoy the way his muscles flex as he carries me. By the time we get to the house, I'm really hot and bothered—this baby is really wreaking havoc on my body.
"What do you think?" Carlisle asks as he sets me down on the wood floor of the outside shower. Our bodies are covered in sand, and we need to rinse it off.
"It was amazing." I whisper as he turns on the faucet, his biceps clenching when he does.
"Good. I'm glad you liked it. Speed is one of the perks of vampirism."
"Mmmhmm" I hum watching as the water trickles down his body. I watch one particular drop as it falls from his golden hair, down his neck, between his pecs, and works through the maze of his abs before disappearing into his swim trunks. I want to follow that droplet with my tongue.
"Are you okay?" Carlisle asks, pulling me under the water and rinsing the sand off my body.
I can't speak with his hands on my body, so I just nod. Once we're both rinsed, he grabs towels out of a small cabinet. Water flies everywhere as he shakes his hair and then dries off his body wrapping the towel around his waist. I can't speak as I quickly dry my body and then twist my hair up in the towel. Carlisle swoops me up into his arms and runs up to our bedroom. He sets me in front of my dresser before leaving to go to his. I pull out a pair of comfortable shorts and some underwear. By the time I turn around to get one of Carlisle's t-shirts, his swim trunks are on the floor and he's wearing sweatpants in their place.
I don't even bother asking for a shirt this time, I just go over and duck in front of him so I can look through his drawers. He chuckles and puts his arms around my waist and buries his face in my neck.
"Looking for something?" He asks, purposely running his tongue along my skin. "Mmm salty Esme." He says and does it again.
"I was…just looking for…a shirt." I tell him as I pant at the antics of his tongue. His mouth is really too talented.
I grab the first shirt I can find and scoot away from him.
"I'm going to take a shower. I feel all crumby from the beach."
"Are you sure you shouldn't eat first?" he asks and that protectiveness comes back.
"I'm sure. I don't want to eat while I'm feeling grimy. Will you put dinner together while I shower?"
"Of course. Any requests?"
"Nope. Just whatever you can find."
"Okay." He comes over to kiss my deeply. "Hurry." He whispers and he's gone.
I take a deep breath and run into the bathroom. I take the quickest shower of my life and rush to get dressed. My soft black shorts are completely hidden under Carlisle's t-shirt which is grey and says "Cullen" across the back and the number 5. Why would Carlisle ever need a jersey? I leave my feet bare and my hair dripping as I run downstairs. I don't want Carlisle to have to worry about me any longer than he already has been.
"Mmm something smells good." I say and stand for a minute to ogle Carlisle's bare back as he cooks at the stove. I'm busted when he turns around, and he grins when he sees me staring.
"Well I'm glad it smells good to you. I think it smells like garbage, but our appetites are a little different."
"Um yeah I'd say so." I roll my eyes at him and he laughs. When he turns back to the stove, I wrap my arms around him from behind and place a kiss between his shoulder blades.
"Whatchya makin?" I ask before kissing his back again. His skin is so soft and perfect against my lips.
"Tuscan Turkey Burgers and homemade fries. There's still ice cream in the freezer for dessert."
"Sounds good. Wait a minute, last I knew all you could make was eggs. Where is this top chef coming from?"
"Um…" he grumbles something under his breath but I don't catch it.
"What was that?"
"I took some um lessons from Bella."
Mentally I think back over the last few weeks and I can't remember a time when Carlisle wasn't with me.
"When?" I ask confused.
"Not very often. Just sometimes when you were asleep. I wanted to learn some recipes for our trip. I like being able to cook for you."
Pulling gently on his shoulder, he turns to face me and I put my arms around his neck.
"You are the sweetest man." I whisper and kiss him deeply. My hormones take over and my tongue runs along his lips and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth nibbling on it with my weak, human teeth.
"Mmm, Esme." He whispers but I ignore him and open my mouth to his. His tongue tangles with mine before he pulls back just enough that he can speak. "Esme."
"Hmm?" I hum kissing along his perfectly chiseled jaw and suck the soft skin just below it into my mouth.
"Esme." He says again like he's trying to get my attention.
"You keep saying my name, baby, do you need something?" I whisper against his neck and continue to kiss and suck his skin. When I reach his adam's apple, I run my tongue along it.
"Esme…" he says but his words stop in a whine when I scrape my teeth along his jaw.
"What baby? What do you need?" I whisper in his ear and run my tongue along the shell.
"I need to…mmmmm…finish cooking…" he whimpers when I suck his earlobe into my mouth and bite down on his marble skin.
"Okay." I sigh and release his skin.
"You are lust personified, Esme." He says tracing my lips with his shaking finger.
"Right back atchya" I tell him with a wink and he chuckles before turning back to the stove.
My lips continue to roam along his back until he finally switches off the stove.
"Dinner's ready." He says turning around to kiss me softly.
"Yum." I tell him and flick my tongue across his lips earning a growl before sitting down at the table.
He mumbles something about a sex kitten before placing a plateful of food in front of me.
"This looks so good." I tell him honestly. The turkey burger smells like it has several seasonings in it and it's topped with swiss cheese, arugula, and tomato.
"Good. It also is a great source of protein, iron, and fiber. I want peanut to come out perfect and healthy." He says with a smile.
"Me too."
This dinner is amazing, but I'm focused on Carlisle's back as he washes the dishes he just cooked with. Every time he moves, his muscles shift. His arms flex with each dish and I'm so turned on, I don't even realize my plate is empty until I reach for a fry and my hand bumps into the plate.
"All done?" Carlisle asks, turning around with a smile.
"Yep." I bring him my dirty plate and stand behind him again as he washes it. This time, I let my hands run all over his upper body—up over his shoulders and down his arms, across his chest and down to play with his abs, around and down to scrape my nails across the beautiful dimples at his lower back. He whimpers when I do that and his hands falter in the soapy water.
"Do you like that?" I ask in a husky voice. I have no idea where this seductress has come from, but I'm not complaining and neither is Carlisle.
"You know I do." He growls and it makes me smile wickedly.
I lean down, letting my hard nipples graze his back through the fabric of my shirt and kiss across those dimples before swirling my tongue around them. There's a loud cracking sound suddenly and Carlisle turns around picking me up in his arms. He attacks my mouth with his and puts my legs around his waist. He's hard and needy against my center and I moan into his mouth. His hands are on my bottom massaging gently and he's growling softly as he sucks and kisses my lips. I can feel the breeze as we move, but I don't care enough to look where we're going. Carlisle sets me down on something soft, and I tear my eyes open to see where we are. I'm sitting on the couch with my bottom on the edge and Carlisle is on his knees in front of me.
"I need you." He whispers against my lips. I can hear the desire in his voice, and I'm glad I'm sitting or my knees would have given out at the sound.
"Take me." I suck his bottom lip between my teeth, and release it with a growl. "Please."
I hear fabric tearing and in the blink of an eye, we're both naked. I moan and throw my head back when I see his erection, hard and swollen for me. He growls and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks deep and hard until I scream out in pleasure.
"God, Carlisle! Please!" he growls again and stays on his knees in front of me as he slips inside of me. He hisses at my warmth and I moan at the feel of him. To some women, it would be weird to make love with an ice cold man, but it's the most pleasurable thing I've ever experienced. The coldness of him turns into fire as he touches me, and I feel like my body is going to explode.
His thrusts are slow and soft, but I can feel him shaking with the need to do more.
"Harder" I moan into his neck where my face is buried.
"I can't" he says in a strangled voice. "I'll hurt you."
"No you won't, Carlisle. Please I need more."
"I don't want to hurt you."
I growl in frustration and push on his shoulders. He's taken by surprise and his legs get tangled as he falls on his back. I don't waste any time climbing on top of him, working around my swollen belly. In just a few seconds, I have his manhood in my hand and lower myself down on him. I know exactly how much I can take and I rock on him. Hard. He's so deep inside me and it feels like heaven and hell.
"Esme" he growls loud and deep as he takes the rug in his hands and holds tightly. I can hear the fabric shredding, but I couldn't care less as I move up and down on him. My breasts are bouncing with each thrust and I take one in each of my hands, pulling on my nipples trying to recreate the sensations of Carlisle's sucking mouth.
"Are you there, baby?" I ask him because I'm about to lose it and I want to take him with me.
"I'm right there. Come with me." He groans and his whole back arches as he loses himself inside me. The first stream of cold cum in my womb sends me over the edge and I scream out, my voice mixing with his roar and creating a symphony of passion.
"Christ" Carlisle hisses under his breath and rolls us to our sides so we can be pressed together. My bump is an obstacle, but we're working around it. "You're gonna kill me." He moans and places a kiss on my neck.
"Mmm that was so good." I tell him with an evil smile.
"It was amazing." He whispers and I shiver as his breath blows across my sweaty skin.
"Come on, love. Let's go to bed."
I nod and let him pick me up and carry me. I love being in his arms.
"Do you need anything?" he asks when we come into the bedroom.
"I have to go to the bathroom. Can you drop me in there?"
"Yep."
Once I've done my business, I throw on another one of Carlisle's t-shirts and crawl into bed. He frowns at me.
"Are you cold?"
"No. I just felt weird walking around naked." I tell him and play with the hem of my shirt.
"If it's all the same to you, I would love it if you slept naked. I love feeling your skin on mine."
"Okay." I whisper and smile shyly. The shirt slips over my head easily and I cuddle under the blankets. Carlisle guides me to turn away from him and I'm confused until he curls up against my back, every piece of his skin lined up with mine. We both sigh and he kisses the top of my head.
Life doesn't get much better than this.