Still don't own them. Unfortunately.
"No," she whispers without any conviction. But her body betrays her and I inhale deeply at the first traces of that alluring aroma.
"Yes, Bella." I reach out and lightly trail my fingertips over her damp, bare shoulder. She shivers, from the coolness of my touch or from the shock of me touching her, I don't know. Either way, her body responds with more arousal. "I can smell you."
She snags her lower lips between her teeth, biting down hard. Shaking her head, she says again. "No." Squeezing her eyes shut, she continues. "I can't. I love Edward."
"And I love Esme."
As I speak these words, I know deep down that I can not truly bring myself to cheat on my wife, my mate. But...perhaps there's something else.
"Bella, I want to watch you. I swear to you, I won't touch you, but I need to see you touch yourself." Yes. This will work. Bella will please herself and I'll watch.
Her breath hitches and I see her stomach clench and unclench. That heady, musky scent becomes even stronger. Yes. She's highly aroused.
"No, Carlisle. It's wrong." But her voice has no hint of power to it. She wants to do it.
"Please Bella. It'll be okay. Everyone will be okay." I step back from her, holding my hands up in supplication. "I won't touch you at all. Please do this for me, Bella. Please."
She shakes her head slowly, her mind warring with her body. "Edward will hate me."
"As far as Edward will know, I snuck in on you pleasing yourself. I will take full responsibility." Bella is watching me intently now, so I trail one hand slowly down my body - over my chest, down over my stomach, until I'm palming my erection. I squeeze gently and moan. "Let's go to his room, Bella."
I open the door and after hesitating for a moment, Bella hangs her head and walks past me. I follow her into Edward's bedroom, where she stands facing away from me. Her towel is slung low around her body, exposing most of her back to me. I long to trail my tongue up her spine to watch her shiver, but I won't touch her.
"What should I do?" she whispers.
My erection throbs. "Remove the towel."
I see her tremble slightly as the towel loosens. After pausing for a few seconds, she lets out a shuddering breath and the towel drops to the floor. Her entire backside is exposed to me. Her beautiful smooth back leading down to the flare of her hips, the delicious curves of her exquisite bottom.
I swallow back my desire to take her and say, "Turn around for me, Bella. Let me see all of you."
She's trembling harder and her breath is coming in erratic shudders, but she does as I say and slowly turns, her head lowered, damp hair doing a poor job of concealing her blush. Facing me, I watch in awe as her nipples harden further, and I moan as a wave of her scent hits me. At my moan, she peeks up at me. I smile warmly at her.
"You're very excited, aren't you?"
"Y-yes."
"Sit on the edge of the bed, Bella."
She turns and quickly scurries to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Crossing her arms over her exposed chest and pressing her legs tightly together, she waits for my next command. It's so much more thrilling to be in charge of someone like this than I ever expected.
"Please lower your arms, dear. I want to see your beautiful breasts." I stay near the door, offering her comfort of the extra space.
Her arms drop to her sides, but she keeps her legs tightly together. That's fine. We'll get to that.
I reach massage myself through my pants lightly. "Look at me, Bella."
Raising her head, she gasps, "Carlisle." Her gaze is slightly glazed as she watches me rub myself. Unconsciously, she licks her lips and I groan. She's testing my self-control.
"See what you're doing to me, Bella? You've made me so hard. So hard I can't help but touch myself." I step forward a little, but leave plenty of distance. "Last night, listening to you, do you know what I did?" She swallows hard and shakes her head, her eyes never leaving my hand. "I unzipped my pants, pulled out my erection, and masturbated while smelling you. I stroked myself, imagining it was you wrapped around me, bringing me to my climax." She moans softly, a sound that causes a little fluid to leak from my tip. "Does that turn you on, Bella? Knowing you made me masturbate?"
"Fuck yes," she breathes out.
"Do you want to see me masturbate for you, Bella? Do you want to see how hard you make me?" I step closer.
She nods and her legs spread a little without her noticing. The scent increases.
"Then show me what you were doing, and I'll show you what I was doing."
Almost as though she doesn't realize she's doing it, her hands raise up to her breasts, lightly cupping them. I watch intently as Bella takes her hardened nipples in her fingers and gently rolls them, eliciting a tiny moan.
"Beautiful," I whisper, stepping closer. "Pinch them, dear."
A whimper escapes her as she pinches her nipples, surprisingly roughly.
"Such a naughty little girl, you like it rough?"
I'm awarded with a new wave of her scent spreading through the air. Ah, she likes dirty talk, does she?
"Spread your legs for me, Bella. Let me see your pretty little pussy."
Her head falls back and she lets out a little moan, parting her legs for me. I can see her glistening sex, so wet at the thought of me touching myself.
"Please Carlisle," she whispers.
"What, Bella? Tell me what you want." I move even closer. My knees are a mere foot from hers and I'm nearly lost in the musk of Bella.
One of her hands drifts from her nipples over her stomach, the muscles clenching and releasing with her excitement. "I want to see it," she says, a blush creeping over her skin. So wanton and still so shy. A beautiful combination.
I smirk. "You want to see my cock? Tell me."
She closes her eyes and swallows hard as her fingers reach the apex of her thighs.
"I-I want to see your…cock."
It's such a breathy whisper, a human wouldn't have been able to hear it, but hearing those words fall from her lips sends a surge of lust through me and my pants are open and pushed down before she can change her mind.
Her eyes are still closed in embarrassment, so I say, "Look at me, Bella. Look at what you do to me."
As her eyes flutter open, Bella's gaze immediately lands on my swollen cock, watching me with such passion in her eyes as I make a fist around my length and pump it a few times.
"Is this what you want to see? Me jerking my cock for you? Rub your clit." I can feel that I'm losing control of myself. I want so badly to touch her, taste her. But I can't. I know that I can't. I just need her to do it for me. "I want you to rub it and slide your fingers inside your pussy. Fuck yourself for me Bella."
Her head lolls to the side as she does what I tell her. I can't tear my attention away from her fingers sliding over and through her wet flesh long enough to look at her face, but I can hear her breathing roughly through clenched teeth. She's so excited it's almost palpable.
"Such a dirty little girl, rubbing your pussy for your father-in-law. Making me so hard. Making me want to lick that pretty little pussy." My fist is quickly sliding up and down my erection now, and I can hear through her erratic breathing that she is getting close to her climax.
Bella's back arches off the bed slightly as she whispers a steady stream of curses, mixed along with a few "oh God"s and numerous "yes, Carlisle"s.
I moan with her as her breath hitches one last time, a silent cry lodged in her throat as she releases on her fingers. Seeing her lose control and smelling her scent so heavy in the air, I grunt with my own release, three strong spurts spilling over my hand, dripping onto Bella's thighs from my position so close to her. I don't know when I got so close, but I'm in such dangerous territory.
I step back as she collapses back on the bed and I grab her towel from the floor. I quickly wipe my semen from her thighs, then my hand. I want to feel bad, but I just…don't. And I don't think she does either.
"Thank you, Bella," I say softly, fixing my clothes.
She looks up at me with a lazy smile and replies, "Anytime, Carlisle. Anytime."
With that, I leave the room, and the house. We've both got some thinking to do.
Okay, so, one more chapter? I think so. A Sunday chapter. Family coming home chapter.
And why, exactly, is it that its so hot when Carlisle talks dirty?
Review for me! Pretty, pretty, pretty please? With a dirty-talking Carlisle on top (of you)?