Disclaimer: Recognizable characters? Stephenie Meyer's. Duh.
The dirty things they do on here? Mine, baby, mine. I live to corrupt the masses.
This one's for Kitty, by the way, because she's a dirty birdie.

Okay ladies (and gents), here's where the shizz gets panty-drop worthy, as promised. ;)



A bit o' music for this chapter:
Justify My Love - Madonna / Wicked Game - Chris Isaak / Erotica - Madonna


Delicious.

Carlisle's kisses were nothing short of delicious. Sinfully delicious. A mixture of raw heat and desire and ecstasy.

As we traveled towards our final destination of the night - to Carlisle's hotel suite - we kissed and caressed each another with wild abandon. His touches were deliberate and skillful and I knew without a doubt that I'd experience a plethora of carnal pleasures in his arms tonight.

I was so caught up in my desire for him that I didn't even register our arrival at Carlisle's hotel, and before long, I stood pressed up against the door inside his suite, attempting to catch my breath in between Carlisle's incredibly passionate kisses.

"Mmmm, Bella, I need to taste every inch of your body. Right now," he said, his voice dripping with lust as his nose lightly skimmed across my collar bone and neck.

I turned myself around and looked back at Carlisle with hooded eyes and said, "Then, start by unzipping this dress."

He shook his head slowly and said "Uh-uh," with a wicked smile and a lustful look in his eyes. "Only the panties. Are you wearing panties, my love?"

I felt myself drip into them.

Ever so slowly, I turned back around, looked up at him through my lashes and nodded.

"Take off the panties. Do it now." His voice was firm and commanding.

I proceeded to raise the hem of my dress - while keeping my eyes locked with his - and held it up in one hand at my waistline, giving him a perfect view of my tiny see-through panties. Carlisle groaned in clear delight as he caught sight of my bare, whisper soft folds through the pretty lace triangle that covered it.

I slowly licked my lips as I hooked my thumbs on both sides of the tiny scraps of lace and moved to pull them down. However, before I could move any further, Carlisle put his hands over mine and said, "Stop. Let me."

He kneeled before me, hooked his fingers onto the sides of my barely-there panties, and in one swift motion, ripped them off my body and left my bottom half completely exposed to him. His warm hands instantly gripped my behind tightly as he brought my hips closer to his face and inhaled the scent of my very wet pussy. I was literally dripping down my exposed thighs and could not wait to feel his slick tongue erotically stroking my awaiting flesh. He had barely even touched me, yet I already wanted him inside.

"Unghhh, Carlisle...please...touch me...baby, please," I pleaded. It was all I could muster as he remained on his knees with his face in front of my dripping folds. I grabbed hold of his hair in an effort to coax him into burying his face within me, but he quickly stood up, turned me around, and pinned me against the door with both my arms locked in a tight grip behind my back.

He then leaned his face into my neck, breathing heavily as he whispered, "Let's get one thing straight, Isabella. This is my show. I call the shots. I tell you what to do and I tell you when to cum. Is that understood?"

I was so turned on that all I could do was nod.

"I didn't hear you. Am I understood? Say, 'Yes, my love', if you understand."

Barely able to get my voice out, I replied, "Yes...m-my love," in between panted breaths. This game he was playing was beginning to feel like torture.

Without releasing his hold on my arms, Carlisle used one hand to run his fingers across my behind, gliding lightly over each cheek and into my rim. Every surface of my body was afire and alert as I anticipated his next touch. He then lightly dipped a finger at my entrance and said, "Mmmm. My pussy. So wet. Just for me," before plunging that digit into my backdoor. My entire body tensed at the unexpected intrusion.

"Shhh. Relax," he whispered. "I only want to make you feel good, Bella. I promise that this will feel so good. Tonight you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum because your body will feel pleasure like never before."

Oh, God.

He released his grip on my arms and pulled them both above my head while still keeping me pinned against the door.

"Don't you dare move until I tell you to," he said menacingly.

With his finger still inside of me, his other hand stroked my inner thigh. I desperately wanted to feel friction against my now ravenous mound and unconsciously moved my hips towards his hand.

"I SAID, DON'T MOVE!" He growled at me as he slapped my behind, hard. I hissed as I felt the sting of his forceful hand and looked back to see a bright red mark which Carlisle then kissed, licked, and gently rubbed.

"Don't make me do that again, okay, Isabella? Can you promise to be a good girl from now on?" He whispered in my ear as he licked it.

"Y-Yes," I whimpered.

Carlisle slowly pumped his finger in and out of my backdoor as he reached up front with his other hand in order to stroke my now desperately needy bundle of nerves. I felt 2 fingers rub my clit in a circular motion - first slowly and then faster - all while he fingered my behind. It was torturous and erotic and oh so fucking hot.

"Oh God, Carlisle...oh God...I wanna cum...unghhh...feels so good," I moaned.

Carlisle pulled his hands away almost instantly and turned me around to face him. I suddenly felt myself go weak and lightheaded, being that my body was on the brink of an orgasm which was abruptly foiled. Luckily, he noticed and carried me bridal-style towards the bed where he dropped me face down onto the mattress. He then pulled my legs towards him so I was bent over the side of the bed with my behind exposed.

Bending over me and laughing wickedly in my ear, he said, "Not just yet, my love. You don't get to cum just yet." And with that, he plunged two large fingers into my soaking wet petals. I instantly clenched around his fingers and began grinding my hips against his hand. I was desperate for release. He pumped me hard and fast several times before pulling them out and once again leaving me weak with desire. Carlisle continuously had me at the brink of orgasm only to bring me back out again and it was utterly exhausting. I kept laying my head down constantly to keep from passing out. Nonetheless, I awaited more from him because I knew that he couldn't keep withholding his desire any more than I could. I was certain that sooner, rather than later, I'd be feeling his pulsing length inside of me.

Suddenly, the sound of clothing dropping onto the floor alerted me to the potential of a very naked Carlisle standing behind me, and of course, I couldn't resist a look.

Dear. Gawd.

He was completely naked and magnificent. All athletic, and muscular, and lean, and defined.

So yummy.

But his dick...my God. It was a sight to behold, standing proudly at attention, just for me. Long...thick...pink...perfect. I wanted to devour every inch of it and have it buried deeply inside my sweetest secrets.

But Carlisle, of course, had other plans.

With his hand firmly grasping and stroking his beautiful cock, he said, "My love, lay back on the bed and spread your legs wide for me, then take your fingers and split open that sweet pussy so I can stare at it before I fuck it with my tongue."

My over-heated pussy was suddenly dripping in delight as my mind processed what he intended to do to me.

Oh, yes. Fuck me, Carlisle.

He leaned down and placed his face right between my legs as he ogled my naked flesh. I could feel his hot breath sweeping across my most tender skin, igniting my desire even further. My body shivered in anticipation and I thought I'd come undone the minute his tongue touched my skin.

"Mmmm, my love, that has got to be the prettiest pussy I have ever seen in my entire life and I'm going to love eating it raw." Carlisle gave one long, slow lick down the length of my slit before lapping up all of the juices that coated my overwhelmingly aroused flower. I heard him moan in delight as he tasted every inch.

This wasn't just a sexual encounter; it was a complete mind fuck and I was a crazed, lustful newborn in Carlisle's world of erotic play. The way he teased and pleased my body was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The build-up of sexual tension he created within me was akin to standing at the very edge of a precipice and begging to be pushed off. I wanted his hands, his tongue, and his beautiful cock all over me, inside me; touching, tasting, and penetrating until my body could stand no more. I couldn't even think straight; all I could focus on was the urges of my flesh and it was all his doing.

Carlisle continued his oral ministrations on my now desperately throbbing flesh, but never stroked one spot long enough to let me cum.

"Take the dress off," he commanded, as he moved his mouth away from my still ravenous heat. I did exactly as I was told. Once the dress was on the ground, he pointed at my bra and demanded that I get rid of it too. I was suddenly completely naked before him and his eyes devoured every inch of me in a lascivious way.

"Fucking gorgeous," he said. "You really are perfection incarnate, Bella. Flawless creamy skin, perfect breasts, pretty pussy, and a yummy round ass. I'm going to make you mine tonight. You know this, right?"

I nodded.

"Now lay back down and spread your legs again," he instructed.

He took his time alternating between licking and sucking on my oh-so-swollen nub and licking, sucking, pinching, and rolling my hardened nipples. God, it was so painfully good. Every time he touched me, large beads of sweat ran down my naked, trembling body, as it begged for that sweet, lush ecstasy that I knew his body could provide me. I wasn't above begging and pleading for my release at this point, but that seemed to only motivate him to prolong my frustration further. All I wanted was to die a little death and I wanted it now.

Eventually, when I could no longer hold it together, I sat up and practically barked my frustration at him.

"God damn it, Carlisle! I fucking need you so badly. Stop fucking torturing me already and please, please fuck me. I'm begging you."

Carlisle stopped what he was doing and stood before me, stroking his glistening cock. He gave me his signature wicked smile and I instinctively knew that he was thinking of torturing me some more.

"That's what I like, my love," he said in a seductive, guttural voice. "I want to see you come completely undone and hear you beg for your release. I want you to beg for my cock inside your delicious pussy."

My insides quivered at the sound of his dirty talk. It was such an incredible turn on to hear Carlisle Cullen, a man so polished and proper, being such a deviant who was willing to withhold his own release for the sake of pleasuring me until I passed out from sexual bliss. However, I desperately needed to turn the tables and make him give in; make him lose his control and submit to the demands of his own flesh. Sensing how much he enjoyed the role of sexual dominant, I decided to play the submissive kitten role to my favor in order to entice him into finishing me off.

"Unngghhh, baby...you're driving me crazy...I'll do anything...anything you want," I said in a low, breathy voice. "I want to please you so badly...let me please you...let me get on my knees to please you. Please, let me..."

Before I could finish speaking, he positioned the wet tip of his hot length on my lower lip, demanding entrance. I secretly smirked as I realized that I had actually gotten him to break his control. I'd take him into my mouth and bring him to the brink of his own orgasm only to stop and get him to take me. Then we'd float in our blissful release together.

"Open up, Isabella. Don't make me force you," he commanded.

I looked up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes and said in the sultriest voice I could muster, "Oh, you don't have to force anything, Carlisle. I am your willing submissive who will do anything to please you."

I opened my mouth and relaxed my jaw. This was something that I was particularly good at and enjoyed doing very much, so I knew that he'd be putty in my mouth. He had no idea how much he was going to enjoy my oral ministrations on him and I was prepared to torture him just as well as he had tortured me.

Carlisle slowly slid in and I sucked in my cheeks in order to get a tighter grip on him. I didn't even need to stroke him with my hand because to his utter amazement and excitement, I took in his entire length in with ease. Once inside, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and hissed at the pleasurable sensations. I let him set the pace of his thrusts, but I controlled the depth and suction just to keep him at the very brink of rapture.

His eyes were shut tightly and his head was thrown back in satisfaction.

"Unghhh, Bellaaaa...you can...deep...throat. Unghhh...so...fucking good....baby...unghhh...yes...suck it, baby...unghhh...good girl," he managed to say between thrusts. Within minutes I felt his muscles tense and his breath become ragged, so I pulled my mouth away. His fist was still in my hair and he attempted to put himself back into my mouth, but I resisted. It was time to play hardball.

"You want more, baby?" I said in a coquettish tone. "Put it in my pussy and feel every inch of the exquisite bliss that's inside of me."

His eyes burned with intense desire and anger as he flipped me over on the bed.

"You're playing with fire, Isabella," he said menacingly. "I want you to kneel in front of the headboard, place your hands on it, and stick your ass out where I can see that pretty pussy from behind."

I did exactly as he commanded and kneeled in front of the headboard, awaiting his next move. Without a word, I felt his hardened length right at my entrance. My eyes rolled to the back of my head just from the rush of expectation. I knew that this was the tip of the iceberg, the edge of the precipice, and I was beyond ready to throw myself off, with Carlisle buried deep inside of me, of course.

"Do you wanna get fucked, Isabella?" He whispered in my ear. "Because I've been torturing myself all night, imagining my cock buried to the hilt inside your tempting pussy."

"Oh God...please." I whispered. His words would be my undoing. I was mad with lust and needed him to give me every inch of himself, now.

He gripped my hips hard as his thick cock rammed into my awaiting center, working himself into me fast and hard. We both struggled to catch our breaths as we slammed our bodies against one another, and for a moment, I thought that I'd explode just from the sheer ecstasy of finally having him inside of me. I felt myself become lightheaded with the intense pleasure I was feeling, but no way would I let myself miss one second of this bliss. The coil in my lower belly was stretched nice and taught and I knew that with just a few more thrusts I'd be flying high. My pleasure index at this point was registering off the charts as I moaned and whispered his name in utter delight.

Carlisle slowed his thrusts for a moment as he leaned his body into mine and licked from my collar bone all the way up to my ear. He then whispered, "Do you wanna cum now, my love? I'm ready to let you cum. Just tell me...tell me, who does this sweet pussy belong to?"

Delirious for that heavenly release, I responded, "Yours, Carlisle. My pussy is yours, only yours."

"Only mine," he said, as he pounded into me, hard and fast once again. He then pinched my clit between his fingers and I fell into the most exquisite oblivion ever imaginable.

This was, hands down, the most erotic, intense, & pleasurable night of my young life.

Within seconds, Carlisle too reached his apex with growls, panting, and loud grunts. Clearly feeling exhausted, he pulled out of me and laid out on the bed. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but he surprised me by pulling my body into his embrace and holding onto me tightly as he placed soft kisses all over my face. Suddenly, this night of intense, erotic sex transformed into a sweet and gentle exchange between two people who seemed in love. How had he managed to shift everything and make me feel this way within moments? Being held in his arms like that felt right. Just right. And as I laid there being caressed and cherished, I let myself believe in the possibility of a relationship with him.

Carlisle was everything that a woman could want in a man. He was handsome, intelligent, cultured, romantic, and absolutely amazing in bed. One would have to be a fool to let him go. But, I had to know exactly what his intentions were and what he felt for me before I could let myself hope for anything real beyond one night. After all, he could have his pick of women. And at that moment, I had no guarantees that I'd even see him again, once I returned to my hotel. I needed to push the envelope and see where the evening's events put the two of us. I knew that I'd need some time alone - time to think outside of the sexual and potentially romantic haze. I attempted to pry myself from his embrace and make my way into the bathroom to think for a bit but his hold on me only became tighter.

"Stay. Please." He whispered.

It was almost a complete contradiction to the hard, commanding Carlisle of a few minutes ago.

"Carlisle, it's late. I should go," I said.

"No, Bella. Please stay. The whole night. Forever, if you choose to," he replied, as he held my chin and looked into my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly. I wanted so much to believe that he wanted me as more than just a good fuck. But I wanted him to tell me so, in no uncertain terms. I looked into his eyes, seeking and silently begging him with my own for something that would make me know that tonight was more than just casual sex to him. I didn't want to wake up at this hotel in the morning and do the walk of shame only to never hear from him again. I wanted more.

"Bella, tonight was extraordinary..."

Oh God. Here it comes, the infamous "But."

I have no idea what kind of expression was on my face, but he clearly saw my distress and rushed to clarify his words.

"No, no, please don't misunderstand," he said, as he quickly sat up and cupped my face in his hands. He looked deeply into my eyes and I saw nothing but adoration in them.

"You are flawless and amazing and everything that a man could ask for, Isabella, and I'd like nothing more than to claim you for my own. Not just sexually, my darling, but as the woman that I'd proudly hold in my arms before the world."

That was so much more than what I'd hoped for, but what exactly did he mean by that?

"Carlisle, I don't understand," I replied with slight trepidation, as I didn't want to assume anything.

"Bella, have I made a place for myself within your heart at all? Could you see yourself by my side tomorrow, or next month, or even ten years from now? I'm asking you to marry me, Bella. To be mine. Now. Tonight. Tomorrow. You pick the day. We can marry atop the Eiffel Tower if you like. Just say that you will."

To say that I was floored would be a huge understatement.

I knew that my eyes must have been wide as saucers as I processed the utter shock that his words caused within me. I was prepared for him to say that he wanted to see me again tomorrow or the next day or even throughout my stay in Paris. But, I was so not expecting a marriage proposal out of him. I wasn't sure how to respond. All I could do was open my mouth, but no words would come out. I mean, we'd only known each other for 2 days!

Carlisle chuckled as he looked at my face and said, "Bella, my darling. I know that this seems impossibly fast to you, but at this point in my life, I know exactly what I'm looking for. And you...you are that rare gem. You are exactly the woman I've been waiting for and I'd be a fool to let you walk out of my life without making you mine."

I sat up with a start, suddenly feeling uncertain about what I really wanted out of this and replied,"But...what about love, Carlisle? Can you honestly say that you're in love with me?"

He took my hands in his and said, "Can you honestly say that you aren't already on your way to falling in love with me?"

"I know that I'm already falling for you hard, and every moment that I spend with you makes me yearn for you even more." He added.

"Bella, I'm not some reckless twenty-year old who proposes to every infatuation that he has. I'm certain that this is right. I'm also certain that it is indeed possible to find that one right person in one night, just as I'm certain that you are the right woman for me. Please believe that."

All I could do was look into his beautiful blue eyes. There were no words and I was in fact swept off my feet. My eyes began to pool with tears as overwhelming emotions coursed though me. There was excitement, joy, love, and fear. Did I love Carlisle Cullen? Could I agree to marrying him so soon?

For once in your life, Bella, take that leap of faith and jump!

I took a deep breath.

"Carlisle, give me one month. Stay with me in Paris for one month and I will give you the answer to your proposal, " I said.

"Fair enough." He replied.

***

The next month was spent in a whirlwind of dates, kisses, sights, embraces, cafes, dancing, castles, romance, and lots of lovemaking. We never did have sex like the first night throughout the rest of our stay in Paris. But what we did do during the times we spent naked and in each other's arms was nothing short of amazing and romantic.

Maybe it was the influence of the city around us, but as each day passed, I found myself falling deeply, deeply in love with Carlisle Cullen and I couldn't wait to become his wife.


So? What did you think? Did I do alright by you? Can you see yourself as Bella falling for this version of Carlisle? Tell me, tell me! Your thoughts and opinions are music to my ears. :)