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Chapter 19: Completion
Carlisle stood in front of Bella, his face a hair's breadth from hers. She found herself astonished anew by his utter beauty. It was not something she usually focused on. Although today she couldn't take her eyes off him. Today he was somehow more striking than the day she first saw him when she had deemed him more handsome than any movie star she'd ever seen. He didn't look like a model either; no model could begin to compare to him. The angles of his perfect face, his luminous golden eyes, his cherubic lips that reminded her of paintings from the Baroque period, his strong chin and his multifaceted blond hair that she found so irresistible; all of these things, his own physical attributes brought from his human life, and merely polished by vampirism, contributed to his singular beauty.
Bella couldn't deny that Carlisle's svelte form remained unrivaled as well as his grace of movement. From the sure and nimble workings of his long fingers to the masculine and sensuous swivel of his thin hips when he walked, Carlisle Cullen was sensuality personified.
However, as much as his incomparable beauty was stealing her breath at this moment; it was not the pull that caught her. So too, was she immune to all of his vampiric allures. Even Carlisle's vampiric scent barely registered with her. She could smell the unique scents that were his alone beneath the sweetness of that vampiric trap.
The attraction that drew her to him was not supernatural nor was it physical. It was simply him; his heart, his mind, his soul. Although Carlisle's heart did not beat and his body temperature reflected his environment, his was the warmest most compassionate heart Bella had ever known. She was captivated by his gentle nature, by his open, accepting and tolerant ways; by his unwavering patience and non-judgmental personality. She was fascinated by his intelligent and curious mind. She was ensnared by his devotion and loyalty. It was the beauty of his soul that bound her to him.
If there are such things as soul mates, as vampire mates, she knew, without a doubt, Carlisle Cullen is hers.
Sinking her teeth into her lower lip nervously, Bella moved closer to Carlisle.
He brought his hand up and touched her bottom lip with his thumb. With the pad of his thumb, he gently pulled her lip out of harm's way. He brushed his thumb soothingly over the reddened and slightly swollen flesh. Carlisle pulled her to him, he held her tenderly as he leaned down to whisper directly into her ear. She could feel his breath on and in her ear, sending delicious tingles rushing through her as he spoke. "What is it?"
His English accent did wicked things to her mind and body, making her tense and yearn. She almost forgot what she had been thinking of voicing when her nerves had taken hold. "Kiss me again?"
Carlisle's appealing voice was ardent. "Never hesitate to ask me that. Never. Understand?"
She nodded her agreement. Emboldened by his words, her eyes searched his as she lay herself bare before him. "I need you, Carlisle."
He didn't pause, his lips pressed to hers, urging them to part. He was slow and deliberate, teasing and tantalizing. He was loving her with his lips and tongue. Her heart seemed to swell and ache as it tried to contain her love for him.
Her mind was telling her that she was married to Dr. Cullen, a wholly unexpected concept. The import and potential repercussions of that fact dimmed and vanished from her thoughts altogether as their kiss continued.
Carlisle's strong, yet infinitely gentle, hands were stroking her. Fingers roving across her back and around her waist. She wove her hands through his incredibly soft hair. When his hands moved to her front she tugged the flaxen strands as little electric shocks flowed through her coming together in a pool of liquid heat in her abdomen. He backed her up to the wall and moved his body ardently against her. She could feel him everywhere. His teasing touches became heated and urgent. The feel of his tongue moving in her mouth, caressing hers and thrusting passionately was almost too much, his kiss almost too intimate. She could barely breathe. The room was becoming too warm. She was lightheaded. She was unsure if her legs could continue bearing her weight.
Seeming to understand she was rapidly becoming overwhelmed, Carlisle slowed down. The passionate thrusting of his tongue became slow and seductive caresses. He pulled back slightly, looking deeply into her eyes. He spoke her name like a benediction and then ducked back down to capture her mouth in another deep kiss. A kiss full of patience and promise.
She drew a breath to speak his name, but her breath caught on her exhale as he pressed himself intimately to her, hard, male and carnal. He held his lower body there, pressing gently and suggestively against her. She was enveloped in the scent that was uniquely Carlisle. She could taste him, vanilla and spice, citrus and man. She was dizzy with desire as his lips savored hers. She whimpered when he withdrew his mouth, only to moan and shiver as she felt the gentle caress of his lips on her neck. He moved his body sinuously against hers. Despite the multiple layers of clothing they both wore, she could feel him perfectly. She had craved this with him, but now it was all a bit too imminent, too real. She began to tremble. "Carlisle."
His voice was soft and calming; yet, at the same time, it was desirous and seductive. "Isabella, my beautiful bride, may I touch you?"
She couldn't speak. She nodded her consent.
His deft fingers undid all the buttons on her gown at vampiric speed. In a fraction of a second, her bodice slipped off her shoulders to catch on her elbows. Before she could pull it up to cover herself, he took her hands in his and pressed a kiss to the tender skin behind her ear. He paused in thought. He wanted her to feel secure in his love. He wanted her to know who held her. He didn't want her to think of him as a vampire, or as Dr. Cullen and all that title entailed. He wanted her to know him as her husband, to know it was her husband who was about to make love to her for the first time taking her virginity as they became one.
Carlisle's lips moved down her carotid, leaving tender kisses on her skin until they found her bare shoulders. He nipped and kissed her shoulder teasingly. He moved back to look into her eyes. His gaze was intense. His voice was an enticing whisper. "Who am I?"
She didn't understand his purpose, but she answered nonetheless. "Carlisle Cullen."
He smiled and shook his head. "What am I?"
"A doc-"
He loosed one of her hands and put a finger to her lips. He was beyond gratified that she thought of him as a doctor before a vampire. Even though this made him glad, it wasn't how he truly wanted her to think of him. His eyes sparkled with love as he stilled her response. "No." He shook his head again. "What am I, to you?"
Understanding dawned in her eyes. "My husband."
His smile was brilliant. "Who are you?"
She bit her lip and blushed as she returned his smile. "Isabella Cullen."
His voice was very soft. "You are Isabella Cullen." He was silent for a moment.
She smiled and questioned him. "What am I to you?"
He looked every bit his eternal age of twenty-three as he eagerly responded. "You are my wife."
He released her other hand and pulled her sleeves down and off her hands. He didn't recapture her hands, instead, he positioned himself in the way of her attempts to cover herself. One of his hands moved up to cup her heated cheek, his other ghosted over the exposed skin at her waist, above where her gown caught between them. They had only seen each other unclothed once before, and he understood she was still shy. His eyes met hers as he spoke, his voice authoritative. "You are Isabella Cullen, and you are exquisite, my wife." His fingers continued making teasing trails across her soft skin.
She smiled and her blush deepened, but nevertheless, she ceased her attempts to cover herself. Unbidden, her hands began to explore all she could reach of him. When she caressed a particularly sensitive place on his neck, he moaned and pulled her closer. He stilled all movement for a moment before he spoke her name. It was a plea. "Isabella?" It was a request for consent.
"Yes, Carlisle." She knew what he needed to hear, she could give him that. She smiled. "Anything. I trust you. Completely. Take me. Make me yours."
He fell to his knees before her. With little encouragement from him, her beautiful wedding gown pooled at her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and nestled his cheek against her newly bared skin. She reached down and lovingly caressed his blond head. They remained like this for several long moments.
Before she could comprehend his movement, he was on his feet holding her cradled to his chest. He walked at human speed to the bed and placed her gently on it. His gaze roved her body hungrily, but it wasn't bloodlust that darkened his eyes.
Small scraps of see-through white lace, silk stockings and shoes were all that covered her. It was really no cover at all. She fought the urge to shield herself from his eyes.
Eventually, her mind caught on. This was Carlisle Cullen. Her soul knew him and his knew her. It was Carlisle giving her that heated, hungry look. It made her burn; her blush began to extend down from her face. She wanted him. She was his and she would let him know it.
Her hands moved slowly to the bow at the top of her Agent Provocateur lace basque. She pulled the ribbon and unlaced the garment. It fell open around her, merging with the bedclothes below her. She watched Carlisle's tongue dart out to moisten his lips as his eyes fixed on her newly exposed skin. All vestiges of her shyness disappeared. She reveled in the naked desire on Carlisle's face. He wanted her.
Her legs parted of their own accord and his eyes followed the movement. She smiled as she silently thanked Alice for her clothing choices. He never saw that smile. His eyes were riveted elsewhere. She rewarded him by bringing her hands into his line of sight. Her fingers worked at the sides of her hips opening the ribbons holding the matching Agent Provocateur lace knickers on her body. When the lacings pulled through, they too fell away. She rested her hands on the bed. She was completely naked for him, except for her shoes, garter and the white silk hold-ups that completed her bridal undergarment set. Although he had no need to breathe, she could see he was practically panting. A low, appreciative growl rumbled in his chest.
Again, her human eyes couldn't follow his movements. A scant second later his clothes had joined her gown on the floor, and he was kneeling on the bed between her open knees, a wayward lock of his light hair flowing over his forehead towards his eye. One side of his mouth pulled up in a sexy smile as he lifted her left leg onto his shoulder.
Bella gasped as Carlisle's fingers traced around the soft skin above the elastic top of her stocking. She moaned as his fingers found their way beneath the silk and began slowly rolling the stocking down her leg, his fingers teasing her skin as he went. When he got down to her foot he brushed his lips over her ankle as he divested her of her shoe along with her stocking. He placed her bare foot flat on his collarbone and smoothed his hands back up her leg, bending her knee as went. She couldn't hold back a moan when he reached the crook of her thigh and traced the back of his fingers across the silken waxed skin of her center to her other leg. He did the same again, leaving a wake of fire on her skin as he removed her remaining stocking and shoe. Only her wedding garter remained on her body. He placed this foot on his collarbone in the same position on his other side. He smoothed his hands upward, teasing her oversensitive flesh. His fingers lingered behind her knee and on her inner thighs before he leaned closer. With her feet on him this movement opened her fully to his heated gaze. He suppressed a deep groan of want, in an effort to keep her from being too nervous. This time when his fingers reached the crook of her thigh, he placed her feet on the bed on either side of him and moved over her with his body. He suspended his weight above her and brought his face to hers. He was so close that his rebellious blond hair brushed her forehead.
His eyes held hers as he moved one of his hands down between them. He palmed her breast, his fingertips teased her nipple on their way to her center. He groaned when his fingers discovered just how hot, how very wet, she was for him. With his self-control fully in place, he moved his fingers to the aperture of her center.
Carlisle traced his middle finger up and down, barely dipping between Bella's outer labia. He moaned. His need strained against her, begging for the wet heat his finger found. He sunk his teeth into his plump lower lip and reigned in his primal needs. He slid his finger slightly deeper and began to move it slowly between her inner labia, up and down, again and again.
Bella gasped at the feelings his touch was stirring within her. She throbbed around his probing digit.
Carlisle's voice was deep, gentle but nonetheless ardent. "You're so wet, Sweetheart, is that because of me? Are you that wet for me?"
Bella's voice was a breathy whisper. "Oh, God. Yes, Carlisle, I'm wet for you. I'm only ever wet for you. No one else has ever made me feel the things you make me feel."
"My God, Isabella, I love you; so very much."
She cried out and clutched his shoulders as his sure fingers worked magic, circling and pressing; making her gasp and pant. She was quickly becoming overwhelmed, again. She knew not whether she begged him to stop or to continue, but her voice was beseeching as she cried his name. "Car- Carl-isle." Her legs instinctively tried to close.
" Shh... Isabella, let me give you pleasure."
She nodded. Slowly, deliberately, she opened her legs as wide as humanly possible, showing him her trust.
"Isabella…" He spoke her name in a passion-laden tone as he struggled to hold himself in check. He was determined to bring her as much pleasure as possible; instead of breaching her now, as he so desperately wanted. He turned his hand. He continued to tease her clitoris with his thumb while the rest petted and circled her vaginal opening. He couldn't resist dipping one finger inside her the littlest bit, only to withdraw and continue to stroke her. Then, he repeated it over and over again, circling, pressing, dipping and stroking.
The feelings he was causing in her were so intense that she tried to move away. He wouldn't allow it. He held her in place easily. She moaned and thrashed as the sensations built within her. She arched. This movement drew his attention to her straining breasts. He had to have them. He lowered his head, kissing, licking, sucking then nipping; only to soothe the nipped flesh and begin again. She couldn't stand it. She struggled and cried out. It was too much. Carlisle held fast and she crested, the lightening pleasure streaking through her drew a scream form her. She lost herself completely.
As her climax tapered off he gathered her close. He held her, whispering his love for her, as she came slowly back to herself.
When she regained her senses, she found herself cradled tenderly in Carlisle's arms. He was stroking her face and searching her passion bright eyes. He smiled tenderly and dipped his blond head in for a kiss. His kiss was gentle and filled with his love for her. She returned it with equal love.
She remembered the morning. She had learned a few things. As they kissed her hand found him.
He pulled back and spoke against her lips. "I want tonight to be about you, Sweetheart, you don't need to…" He hissed with pleasure as her small warm hand squeezed him. He dropped his head and kissed her throat. He felt her carotid pulse; but, he was completely uninterested in her blood. When she began to stroke him he groaned into her skin. He allowed himself to revel in the feel of Bella's small hand around him. When her thumb brushed his urethral opening and she found his venomous pre-ejaculate she seemed fascinated. His breathing became erratic as her thumb continued to explore his opening while the rest of her fingers squeezed tightly around him. Were he not a vampire the intense pleasure she was giving him might have been pain instead. He began to speak and move to stop her so he could turn all his attention back to her.
She knew what he was about to do and she couldn't allow it. "Carlisle, let me. Please?"
He began to shake his head in the negative. Before he could vocalize his dissent, she spoke again. "I want to make you feel the way you made me feel." She rushed on before he could interrupt. "I know you can…" She faltered, she searched for the right words. "I know you don't need… time in between. Please, I know I'm not good at it, but I want to-"
"Isabella," his voice was vehement and passion roughened, "believe me you are good. You are very good." Now he struggled for words. He certainly didn't want to bring other women, his previous lovers, into their marriage bed; on their wedding night, during Bella's first time. He wanted her to know that she was different, that none before her could compare and that none would follow. He drew back and looked into her eyes. "You, Isabella, you alone have made me feel things that I have never felt before. It's not about what you know or what you do. It's simply because it's you. Do not doubt yourself, sweetheart. It's perfect. We're perfect together. You are per… She had begun to stroke him again. His sentence was finished with a deep protracted moan. "Perr… fect." He was rapidly losing the ability to form coherent words. She put one hand on his shoulder. He moved as she indicated, turning to lay on his back.
She knelt beside him, raking her eyes over his body, drinking in the sight of him as she continued to hold onto him and stroke in a slow firm rhythm.
When her other hand reached down to join the first, cupping him and exploring him as she continued to stroke his length, he had to bite his lip to hold back. Never had such simple touches brought him so close to completion so quickly.
Her eyes sought his, to make sure she was doing all right. What she saw made her inhale sharply and forget to breathe. His eyes were molten and glazed. Never had she seen such a look. She wanted desperately to kiss him, but from her current position, she couldn't reach his lips. She brought her mouth down and kissed all of the skin on his body she could reach. She smiled against his skin. She was innocent, not ignorant. She trailed her mouth lower.
He knew what she was thinking. Just the thought of her hot, wet little mouth wrapped around him in such an intimate way brought him to the edge. He reached down and tipped her face up to his, causing her soft breasts to press into him. He moaned at the sensation. His gaze took in her flushed face, her moist parted lips and her innocent passion bright eyes. He had intended to tell her to wait, that they could try that later, but as they held eye contact he found the words were unnecessary. As though it were his first time, she brought him over the edge with her simple caresses.
She watched in wonder as Carlisle's eyes began to lose focus. His body tensed, his muscles became rigid. His eyes still held her gaze but he was obviously blinded. Then, she heard the most beautiful sound. This intelligent, wise, three-hundred-sixty-plus-year-old accomplished doctor was utterly incoherent. The only word she recognized spilling from his lips was her name between moans and fractions of words that made no sense. Then he growled. It wasn't a vampiric growl. It was a deep vocalization accompanying his release. She felt it then, his ejaculate as it violently erupted from his body landing on her. She smiled. She, plain ordinary Bella had given him so much pleasure that he lost his sight and his sense.
He didn't need his breathing to slow, didn't need his heart rate to return to normal, but he did need the intense feelings to subside. He lay on the bed boneless and immobile, one arm was thrown over his eyes. With his other hand, he reached for Bella and encouraged her to come to him. He pulled her close. She lay with him, her head on his shoulder, smile still on her face.
She lay facing him; he felt her breasts on his side and her center on his waist. It was all the encouragement his body needed. He brought his arm down, turning to face her he pulled her soft body against his hardness. He nuzzled the nape of her neck and drew his lips sensuously up to her ear. His voice, no less appealing but somehow deeper and graveled with lust as he whispered into her ear. "My God, Isabella, what you do to me."
Her heart stuttered and her breath caught at the feeling of his large surgeon's hands on her bare bottom, pulling her more forcefully against him, so she could feel what she did to him. She moaned softly. She thought he must know what he was doing to her. She was putty in his hands. He could mold her any way he wanted, and she would willingly conform to him.
His lips made a blazing trail across her collar bone, moving tantalizingly as he murmured against her skin. "I need to touch all of you." His voice was imploring and ardent as his breath washed over her skin. He began kissing his way towards her mouth between his words. "I need to have you everywhere on me." He removed his lips as his perfect face reached hers. "I need to be everywhere on you." He rolled them until he was above her resting his weight on his forearms that lay beside her head.
His eyes never left hers. He would never dazzle her. In a completely human way, the intense look in his eyes drew her in. Honesty, love, devotion, and desire all swirled within their depths.
There was an urgency in his normally calm voice as his always compassionate eyes held hers in a smoldering gaze. "Isabella, I need to be inside you."
Without her conscious knowledge, her legs parted for him.
Carlisle's sure vampiric body practically shook with his restraint, yet his hands were infinitely gentle as they moved to caress Bella's face. "May I make love to you, my beautiful wife?"
Bella's voice left no room for doubt as she responded fervently. "Yes, Carlisle, yes. Please, make love to me." She shivered in anticipation.
He calmed himself and smiled reassuringly. He was determined to be slow and gentle.
She returned his smile and whispered. "I love you."
His eyes filled with emotion. He gazed at her with absolute love as he returned her sentiment. "I love you, Isabella Cullen." He took her hands in his and placed them above her head on the pillow. His smile was full of affection.
"Dr. and Mrs. Carlisle Cullen." She whispered shyly. "It's our wedding night, Dr. Cullen. Make me yours."
"Mine." His tone was passionate and possessive, he practically growled the words. "You are mine." His kiss was forceful and insistent before it turned gentle and loving. He drew back slightly and smiled at her adoringly, his voice now very soft as he spoke. "You are mine as I am yours alone." He ghosted his hands down the sensitive parts of her arms to her ribs. She trembled at his loving touch. He brought his hands around to her breasts and brushed the backs of his fingers over them before turning his hands, touching and stroking, then holding her soft flesh in his palms.
Bella arched into his touch, her voice pleading as she whispered his name.
He slid one hand down her body, over her ribs and her soft stomach until he cupped her. He held her in his hand, gently massaging her. He dipped his head and kissed her. Swallowing her moan of desire. His tongue stroked hers as his fingers delved between her labia. She moaned and pressed against his hand as he broke their kiss to trail his lips to her neck. His hand avoided her most sensitive spots, teasing her with his fingers as he kissed and sucked at her neck. The blood flowing beneath her skin, pulsing against his lips fueled his hunger for her body, not her blood. Bella wriggled, attempting to get Carlisle's fingers where she needed them the most. He deftly evaded her attempts and continued to slowly tease her. She spread her legs wider and he smiled against her throat. "That's it, sweetheart. What do you want? What do you need?"
She gasped and writhed. She was aching. "I need… I need…" Her brows knit together and her voice took on a desperate edge. "I don't… I don't..."
Carlisle pressed more firmly as his fingers stroked her. "Shh… don't worry. I know what you need." He moaned against her throat, the vibrations of his voice sending sparks of desire shooting through her. "It's what we both need." He trailed his fingers over her clitoris, her cry of passion muffled as his lips found hers in a deep and passionate kiss while he positioned himself at her entrance.
The feeling of them touching in this new and intimate way almost made Bella come undone. She fisted her hands in Carlisle's hair, as she panted and trembled.
He pushed himself barely into her and pulled back. He broke their kiss and bit his bottom lip as he resisted her beckoning heat. He continued to tease her this way until she was moaning and writhing. He lowered his face to her shoulder and spoke in a ragged whisper. "Sweetheart, this may hurt for a moment."
She nodded her understanding, too lost to the sensations Carlisle was creating to answer properly or to fear any virginal pain. She burned. She ached. She needed him.
He reigned his desires in. He was a doctor; he knew how to minimize her discomfort. Of course, it would require supreme restraint on his part, once he had broken through her hymen. He concentrated on breathing evenly and kissed her. His lips were gentle, loving. His kisses seemed to sip her very essence. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have her. He moved his lips back to her ear. "Now, I'm going to…" His voice broke as his words became a desperate moan of want. "Dear God..." He tried to calm his urgent need for her. "Sweetheart, I need… I need to be in you now."
This time it was she who sought to allay his fears. "Please, Carlisle, take me. Don't hold back anymore."
He moaned at her words. In one swift thrust, he sheathed himself within her.
She cried out in surprise and pain. She knew it would happen, but it was nothing like she imagined. The pain was sharp and quick. When that subsided she could feel herself being incredibly stretched. She felt so full. A bit too full. Before she could think more about the uncomfortable fullness, he took her attention with his hands and lips. He took her nipple between his lips as his other hand trailed over her, stopping to tease her other breast before moving on and then returning. The feel of his hand on her body, his lips gently tugging her hardened peak, his tongue laving and flicking, caused good feelings to take the forefront.
She unknowingly squeezed her inner muscles. He moved his face to her neck. He almost severed his bottom lip as he fought to hold himself still within her. He released his lip, his breath was coming in urgent gasps against her ear as he groaned. "My God… never have I… Isabella, you are so…"
"Mmm, Carlisle." Her voice was a pain-free whisper. "You feel so good inside me."
His voice was choked. "I'm inside you, Isabella… God! You're so..." He moaned in need. "So… oh… so perfect…" He pulled back and looked into Bella's eyes, his voice strained. "How are you?"
She cupped his face in her hands and smiled encouragingly. "The best I've ever been." She caressed his cheekbones. "Make love to me, husband."
That was all he needed. He pulled out and began a slow sensuous rhythm. Bella gasped with his thrusts, her mouth forming a soundless, "Oh!" each time. The feeling of Carlisle Cullen moving inside of her was something utterly overwhelming. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that the reality of it would be so profound. Her brain tried to understand it, but she couldn't think. All she could do was feel him as he continued to move deep inside her.
His movements were sending pleasure through her entire body. At the same time, it somehow made her yearn. For what she didn't know. Then Carlisle's thrusts became more forceful. Bella gasped as mid thrust he hit a spot within her that made her feel something else entirely. It was wild and intense. She lost her thoughts completely as he kept thrusting, faster and harder. She felt that wonderful something every time he pushed against that spot within her, as he passed it on the way to press against her cervix. She moaned and began moving her hips, meeting his thrusts. She thrashed and clawed at his back.
Carlisle's breathing quickened. He lifted his head to watch Bella's responses. The pain of his rending her virginity was either gone or forgotten. He watched her cling to his shoulders and throw her head back. He moved harder and she spasmed around him. "Isabella!" He groaned deeply and sped up his movements.
He didn't need to take care or to ease his vampiric strength on the furniture. His human touch was natural for him now, he would have to consciously exert that dangerous vampiric strength and that was the furthest thing from his mind now.
He was blinded to all but the bliss of being inside Bella's body. He needed Bella to climax because he was unsure of how long he could stave his off. He shuddered as she spasmed around him. He was about to reach for her clitoris when she cried out and bore down. Her cry was long and loud. Her heat tightened exponentially around him and she flowed. The feel of her tight body along with the hot fluid that surged from within her began to bring on his own release.
As Bella regained her senses she felt Carlisle stiffen. She looked at his face as his climax overtook him. He growled; it was the most incredibly beautiful sound she had ever heard. She had never witnessed anything as awe-inspiring as Carlisle Cullen in the throes of ecstasy. She gasped as he seemed to grow and pulse within her. She held her breath as she felt his ejaculate gushing in waves against her innermost spot. Never had she imagined anything as transcendent as this moment.
When Carlisle could think clearly again, he moved to Bella's side and kissed her lips. Although he was normally extremely articulate, he found he couldn't speak of the enormity of what they had just shared. He wanted to tell her how moved he was on every level. How this had been more than sex for him. He couldn't. Instead, he drew his lips along her skin, peppering her chin, her throat, her breasts and her stomach with kisses.
"Carlisle!" Bella yelped in surprise as he placed an open-mouthed kiss directly on her sensitive clitoris. He extended his tongue and licked her. She moaned and shook. "Carlisle, what?" He moved his tongue to her clitoris and she lost the ability to speak. He spread her with his hands. He licked her from bottom to top, laving away her virginal blood and vaginal fluids. He sucked and teased until she was incoherent. The incredible feelings he was causing were so pleasurable that they were almost painful. Her thighs quivered around him. The intensity was becoming unbearable. She struggled to retain her senses.
His mouth left her briefly, his breath washing over her intimate flesh as he spoke. "Let go. Let go and just feel me."
She did. Her thoughts emptied of all but Carlisle's lips, tongue and face buried between her legs. She began to quake with the intensity of it. A few last flicks of his tongue on her clitoris and she exploded. She cried out. She both pushed him away and pulled him more firmly to her. She was lost. She screamed and keened.
He moved up her body and drew her into his loving embrace. She was still thrashing unseeingly. He wrapped his arms more securely around her and whispered to her. "I have you. You're okay, I've got you. I'm here. You're safe, I've got you." As she began to calm somewhat he tried to move, to better see her. She clung forcefully to him, wanting to feel him. He smiled and nuzzled her neck. "I'm here. I won't leave you, sweetheart."
She came back to herself as Carlisle continued to whisper words of love and devotion into her ear. She pulled back and smiled at him before leaning in and kissing his chest. She pushed on him and he followed her unspoken direction. He leaned back on his elbows as she kissed her way down his body. He stopped breathing as he realized what she was going to do.
She had no idea how to begin, so she acted instinctually. She kissed him and took him into her mouth.
She may have been a complete novice but that only added to the experience. As Carlisle looked down to see Bella's lovely lips wrapped around him, he almost came undone. After a few minutes of excruciating pleasure in her small wet mouth, he saw her look up at him. Her cheeks hollowed around him, her eyes wide seeking approval. That innocent look was all it took. He reached down and tried to coax her off him in time. She wouldn't move, he didn't want to force her. He couldn't hold back any longer. Before he could try to coax her away again, he was overcome. He shuddered and tensed. He cried out wordlessly, his climax going on and on as Bella kept him tightly in her mouth. He fell back on the bed, spent. He pulled her with him and she snuggled happily into his side.
His voice was pained as he spoke. "I tried to let you know. Sweetheart, you should have moved away."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want you to have to…" He was still muddled from his most recent peak, he couldn't find a delicate word to use with his innocent bride.
She knew what he meant. "Carlisle, I'm glad I didn't move. You taste wonderful."
That was all it took for his need to renew and pulse against Bella's soft stomach. He was ashamed of himself. He meant to make this a gentle, loving, romantic night for her. He planned to make simple love to her once and let her sleep peacefully.
It seemed that his innocent new bride had plans of her own. Bella sat up, holding her hand to Carlisle. He took it and sat with her, pulling her gently into his embrace. She reached back and pulled her hair to the side, she lowered her head exposing her throat to Carlisle's lips. "Carlisle, bite me." She felt him stiffen and pull back. She hastened to assuage the concerns she realized her thoughtless words had created for him. "Not to change me. Just bite me, Carlisle. I want it. I need it. I need to feel your teeth." He didn't move. "Please, Carlisle. Please. I need you to do it."
He pressed his lips to her throat. He kissed her, opening his mouth he ran his tongue over her. He suckled her.
"Please, Carlisle."
She was again, symbolically accepting his vampiric nature, as she had by drinking blood at their wedding supper. He couldn't refuse her. He bared his teeth and lightly sank them into her throat. He drew blood but didn't exude venom or enter a major vessel. Even though he had already tasted her virginal blood, he took great care not to get any of her blood in his mouth now.
As she felt his teeth breech her delicate skin, she keened a cry of both pain and pleasure. She shuddered in ecstasy as he soothed her throat with gentle caresses of his lips. She pulled away and straddled him. He followed her direction as she pushed his head to the side. In a matter of seconds she was biting his neck. Hard. Fortunately, he was not stone-like. Her teeth managed to break through his flesh. She moved her lower body backwards and impaled herself on his renewed need. She offered her neck again; this time as she felt the penetration of his teeth in combination with his intimate penetration of her body, she screamed with intense pleasure. She moved back, fisting her hands in his hair as she threw her head back. He was gifted with a perfect view of her breasts as she climaxed. He couldn't resist them. He took one in his mouth as her climax made her grip him fiercely inside her. Her incredible tightness, her lush breast in his mouth, along with the feel of the bite she had given him began to pull him into his own climax. They both groaned desperately. Bella's cresting waves of ecstasy somehow renewed. She squeezed and spasmed around him until he had no choice but to join her in climax.
He lay back bringing her with him. She whimpered when she felt him slip out of her. He twitched in response but willed himself to remain flaccid. He already feared for the amount of soreness Bella would endure the next day. As he kissed the nape of her neck he decided he would give her medication for any discomfort. He was a doctor, after all.
She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. It was a satisfied, blissful smile. He returned it. He kissed her adoringly. He pulled back so he could brush the hair from her face. The same smile returned to her face and he mirrored it.
He reached down and pulled up the soft comforter. He tucked it around them as he held her naked body close to his. His voice was soft as he spoke. "I love you."
She gazed into bright honey eyes as she responded. "I love you."
