***Disclaimer – Stephanie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I'm just letting the characters live in my mind for a while.***

Chapter 4

CPOV

It takes a lot to make me nervous. There have been very few times in the last few centuries that I remember being anxious or nervous about anything. This night makes that list. Bella is a beautiful woman. A human woman. Tonight my place in her life is being blurred. I will go from father-in-law, friend, and doctor to first time lover. It wouldn't be so nerve wracking if it was just our first time together as a couple, but it's not that. She is not mine to keep, but I will be her first lover. I realized this was a tall order and I did resist at first. I was even able to stifle the man in me and see that this plan was crazy. After much discussion with my wife and seeing the desperation in my son's eyes, I conceded and agreed to deflower his angel so they could begin their life.

I stayed in my study for a few hours that afternoon, mentally preparing myself. Now and then, my thoughts strayed to what it might be like with her. What will she look like? I trusted myself to be careful with her, but it had been…well…a very long time, since I'd been with a human. Even my wife was already a vampire when we were together for the first time. I didn't have to worry about my strength with Esme. I need to remember that Bella is human.

I heard the shower running in their bathroom. Thinking it was safe, I made my way to their bedroom door. Softly, I called through it to Edward. He opened the door and stepped into the hallway. His face looked sad and guilty. Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

"Edward, is everything still according to plan?"

"Yes, she's showering now." He said flatly.

"Alright, I would like for you to help her relax. I'm sure she's nervous. Then please bring her to the main guest room. I'll be waiting there." Wow. I sounded clinical.

"If you think it'll make this easier on her. I'll hand her to you and then leave. I can't be here during…" He stopped and considered his next words.

"Carlisle, I love her." I rested my hand gently on my son's shoulder and gave him a light squeeze. "I know, son. I'll take care of her." I meant it. He nodded and I turned to ready the room.

The guest room wasn't as large as the other bedrooms, but was still quite adequate. Esme had it decorated simply, with white linens, curtains, and a four-post, king-sized bed in dark cherry. Ha! Ironic. I chuckled to myself. I sat down on the corner of the bed, removed my socks and shoes, waited and listened.

I could hear her heartbeat. It was a bit unsteady. Edward must be getting started. I closed my eyes and listened. After a short while, I heard her heartbeat grow louder as it sped up. He was bringing her to me. I opened the door and watched as Edward assaulted her face and neck with kisses. She was breathless and seemed to be slightly delirious. I could smell her arousal. I reached out to take her into my arms as Edward tore his mouth from his wife's throat with a low growl.

"I love you." Edward whispered into her ear. Then he was gone. She turned her eyes to mine and I just smiled.

"Bella, I'll take care of you, sweetie." Then I kissed her. Her lips were soft, so warm. I have to admit, I thought this would be a little awkward, but as soon as my lips touched hers, she was no longer my son's wife. I wasn't her father-in-law. We were just a man and a woman…well, in my mind anyway.

She reached up and put a shy hand on my cheek. She was already lighting fires in my body and we've just begun. I could feel my instincts start to take over and I pulled my mouth from hers before they could. I took a deep breath and drank in the lavender scent radiating from her. Her shampoo? I turned to bring her into the bedroom, nudging the door shut with my bare foot and crossed the floor to lay her down gently on the bed.

She held her eyes closed. I assumed she was imagining that I was Edward. A slight pang of disappointment struck me, but was quickly replaced with desire when she reached for me. Her hands were trembling. I met her hands with mine and interlocked our fingers as I leaned over to kiss her again. Slowly, I moved over her, careful not to put any weight on her, until I was lying next to her, half over her. I released her lips so I could look at her face.

She was lying flat on her back, legs straight and tight together. Her arms were bent so her hands were on either side of her head, my hands locked into them. Her hair made a soft dark halo around her that emphasized her beauty. I realized at that moment just how stunning she was. Her eyes were still closed and she bit down on her lip. She was so tense. I leaned into her ear and tried to encourage her to relax a bit.

"Bella, sweetie," I whispered, "Can you open your eyes for me?"

She shook her head. I released her hands and backed away. She slowly opened one eye, then the other as I sat up on my knees, placing my hands on my thighs. A wave of guilt and realization spread through me. The poor girl must be terrified. She's only doing this because Edward asked her to. She seemed ok with it at the end of our discussion yesterday, but her body language shows that of a victim. She's distancing her mind. That's not good. I was able to reconcile this situation in my own mind, but seeing her lying there, scared and helpless…I'm not sure if I can bring myself to continue.

She caught my gaze as tears welled in her pretty brown eyes. She moved her hands to cover herself, even though she was still fully dressed.

"Bella, please tell me what you're thinking." I pleaded as a fresh river of tears flowed down her cheeks, pooling behind her ears.

"I-I'm sorry, C-Carlisle." Her voice was weak and she struggled to speak.

"Sorry for what, hun?" Why on earth are you sorry?

"I'm ruining this for you." I was genuinely surprised at her apology. I started to move closer to her, I wanted to hug her. Tell her it was ok. She tensed again at my movement. Immediately, I stopped and raised my hands to show her I meant no harm. I took a breath and proceeded with caution.

"Bella, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do. Alright?" I hoped she could see I was being sincere. Slowly, she nodded and raised herself up to rest her back against the headboard, crossing her ankles in a subconscious protective movement. Dear god, I hope she knows I won't force her. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it just as quickly. I wanted so badly to comfort her, but dutifully stayed where I was to keep her from receiving the wrong impression. I needed to remove her guilt and fear.

"Bella, you are not ruining anything."

"But…" she flicked her eyes to a spot on the wall and then darted back to mine. I just smiled a little to try to ease the tension. It worked. She at least attempted to smile back.

"I'm fine. Trust me." Why would you worry about me?

"I guess, I thought…" she stammered.

"Bella, take a breath." I tried to encourage her as I moved to a more relaxed position, mirroring hers. She relaxed a bit more. I gave her some time to consider her next thoughts. She finally turned her eyes to meet mine.

"Carlisle?" She had an expression of embarrassment that turned her complexion a lovely shade of pink.

"Hmm?" I waited.

"I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what? Me?" Well, I couldn't blame the girl. I am a vampire and her own husband used this dangerous situation as his reason for not being able to lay with her.

"No. Well, a little, but mostly because I don't know what to do." Now we're getting somewhere.

"I see. Well, you don't have to worry about me. Let me take care of that. If I may, I'd like to just guide you through the rest. May I?" Please, Bella.

She was quiet for several minutes. I had to wait. I refused to talk her into anything. Finally, she closed her eyes and reached for me.

"Bella," I swallowed, "I only request one thing of you right now." I have to be sure. She withdrew her hand and her face went white as her eyes opened in surprise. She held her breath. Don't be scared.

"I need you to say, out loud, what it is you want. I need to be absolutely clear that you want what I think you're asking right now. This is not a situation for misunderstandings." Please, let me show you.

She exhaled the air she was holding hostage. She seemed relieved. What did she think I was going to ask of her? She breathed deep, two more times. Finally, a hint of a smile played with her pretty mouth. I felt my groin ache and I shifted my legs a bit, not sure if she noticed. This is the most absurd situation I have ever been in, but found myself intrigued by this woman. I wanted to show her what physical love is like. I wanted to be her first lover. The revelation shocked even me.

"Carlisle, I want you…to…make love to me." That was all I needed. I donned a seductive smile and crawled to kneel beside her. At that moment, I began to doubt Jasper's complaining of sexual tension from Bella. Right now, she stared at me with so much insecurity and innocence. Not for long. I leaned close to her face, my lips positioned millimeters from hers.

"It will be an honor." A smirk crossed my face and the man in me came back with a vengeance. I couldn't help but smile as I assaulted her mouth with mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Slowly, I helped her nestle back into a prone position. With her arms raised to my neck, she left herself wide open for my exploration. She's trusting me.

My left hand and forearm were tangled in her hair as I used them to hold my body weight off of her. I lay on my side, stretching my long legs out; my bare feet almost touching the footboard.

Slowly, I moved my right hand from her face to her shoulder and, when I didn't receive a negative reaction from her, continued further while being careful not to touch the swell of her breast. I wanted to take this slow. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity which I wanted to savor.

She let a soft moan escape between our lips as my hand grazed the fabric that covered the side of her breast. I smiled and brushed the underside with my fingertips. I was rewarded with another soft moan and a slight arch of her back. I moved my lips down her neck to the point where her shirt met her creamy skin. My hand crept further and further over her until I had her entire breast in my hand. A sigh escaped her lungs and she shifted a bit. The movement pressed her harder into my hand and caused her right thigh to brush against my arousal. Her eyes flew open in surprise as I closed mine and sucked in a small sharp breath. I smiled and lowered my mouth onto her other breast. She gasped.

She moaned under me and timidly started to move her hands away from my neck. She brought one down to rest on my bicep and with the other, she threaded her slender fingers through my hair. I moved my free hand lower to her waist and slid it under her shirt. The bra has to go. Before she even realized my intentions, I slid my hand behind her and unhooked the clasp.

I pulled her into a sitting position and raised her arms above her head. I one swift movement, I removed the bra and tank top from her body and revealed the goddess underneath the fabric.

In the same instant that she tried to cover herself, I grasped her wrists lightly and caught her eyes. Slowly I shook my head and pushed her back down onto the linens and placed her delicate hands on my chest. Don't be afraid. I continued my reign of kisses all over her chest and neck. Now and then, returning to her mouth to allow our tongues to dance.

She took my hint and began to work the buttons on my shirt. As soon as they were all free, it quickly found the floor. Moving over her, I hooked my fingers into the top of her shorts and quickly pulled them down. They soon met my shirt on the floorboards. I sat up and took stock of the loveliness that lay before me. She flushed about 3 shades of red and each one was more beautiful than the one before. My god. So beautiful…and nicely groomed. Hmmm…

Before she could say a word or hide herself, my hands encouraged her legs to part and I dove in as a starving man to his dinner. So sweet. She immediately bucked under my intimate kiss. I held her hips with a forearm across her pelvis to steady her. With the other hand, I explored her soft, feminine folds, slowly inserting one finger, then two…then a third. So wet. Her hands were in my hair, grasping the sheets, pulling at the pillow, back to my hair… Her release took her hard and fast. I rode the waves with her and refused to let go until I felt her tiny hands push a little at my face in a plea for mercy.

I didn't want her to come down too far from her cloud and I gave up on pacing myself. I needed her. Now. Quickly, my pants and boxers made it to the floor with the rest of the clothes and I rose to hover over her. She reached between us and grasped me in her small hands. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a gasp. So did I. At the first movement of her hand, I closed my eyes. So soft. With the second, I was groaning. So warm. At the third stroke, I had to make her stop or there was no way I was going to last.

My voice came out strangled, "Bella…" I swallowed, and tried again. "Bella, please…I need you." I searched her eyes for consent. Thankfully, I didn't need to wait long, she nodded.

I reached down and placed myself at her entrance. Our eyes locked as I began my agonizingly slow journey towards her maidenhood. I felt her stretch to accommodate me. Never, in my entire life, have I felt such warmth. So tight. I saw her face twist in pain as I pressed against her innocence. I stopped.

"Bella?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"I'm ok. Go on…" she reached behind me and placed her hands on my lower back, encouraging me.

I leaned down to her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry." One final thrust and I was buried. I grasped the pillow behind her and buried my face next to her head in a feeble attempt to escape the sweet scent of blood that was assaulting my nose. Calm, Carlisle. Calm. I mentally beat back the monster inside at the same time she started to move.

Slowly, I retracted my hips a bit and then pushed back into her. She whimpered a little bit, but didn't stop me. I moved again. And again. And again. She met my every thrust with her hips and a moan from her lips. I ducked my head to kiss her and our tongues danced again.

I could feel my own climax building and her movements under me signaled that she must be close as well. I could feel her warmth and wetness increasing and her moaning mixed wonderfully with my own low growls.

"Come with me, Bella." I breathed into her ear. Her eyes closed and she arched her back. I felt her clamp down on me and I couldn't contain myself any longer. I let go with a deep growl, spilling my coldness deep into her and rejoicing at the sounds of her sweet release.

Her sweat beaded on her body and felt slick against my marble skin. She whimpered as I pulled out of her. She shivered. Gracefully, I maneuvered her so she was covered with the top sheet. She turned to curl into my chest as I lay back down beside her, stroking her hair.