Felt in the mood to add to this one, though it was originally meant to be a one-shot. lol :) I got the idea from a PG-13 version of this from my other story haha.. hope you all like it... rated M for lemons lemons lemons
Carlisle sat behind his desk, leaned back in his seat reading a book. Their family had just returned from a late evening of baseball and rain began to pelt the windows fiercely on the wall to his right. Rumbling thunder echoed through the night sky every so often accompanied usually by a flash of lightening. Trees swayed back and forth mercilessly in the intense winds that howled in cool, damp air.
Two of three beads of water hung at the lowest part of Carlisle's hair line from the shower he'd taken minutes before. They slid down his neck and he wiped each one off gracefully with the palm of his free hand.
Downstairs he heard only Bella and Edward talking before a familiar melody began to play on the piano. He wasn't sure about the whereabouts of anyone else, though he knew Esme had taken his place in the shower.
The words on the page in front of him became monotone and his thoughts drifted to his wife, thinking of how much he would rather be next to her lathering her wet body with soap before trying to persuit an intense evening of lovemaking in the privacy of their bedroom. For the entire afternoon, he had nothing else on his mind, though tried to put his desires to the side for the thought that everyone was scheduled to be home.
The perfectly typed lettering in his book suddenly became a blur as his mind drifted heavier in that direction. His eyes saw nothing that was in front of him, only the image of Esme beneath the water as it beat down on her from the showerhead. Now perfectly flustered, he ran a hand through his slicked hair and tried to refocus on the book.
From the bathroom, he heard the water turn off and a wave of disappointment washed through his body, knowing his shower fantasy wouldn't be taking place that night.
Carlisle suddenly felt like kicking himself for not taking the initiative, knowing Esme would have more than likely obliged happily to his requests. He slumped slightly in his chair and inhaled deeply before clearing his throat and continuing to read.
Esme took her time blowdrying her hair until it she was comfortable with the way it was styled. Quickly, she threw on comfortable, loungy dress and headed out of the room.
Carlisle still sat in his position behind the desk, now with his feet up on the edge.
"Don't work too hard," she called to him lightly as she breezed past the doorway.
Her scent sang to him and he found himself gripping the wooden armrest of the chair he sat in, nearly sending shards of wood in every direction from the force of his fist.
"Esme," he choked out in an almost raspy tone. His typically strong willed composure had all but drained from his body at the sight of her as she moved swifty down the hallway.
She reappeared in the doorway with a friendly, questioning expression, "Yeah?"
Her smiled illuminated his face in the dim lighting of his office and he swallowed hard, trying to block out her enticing scent, though soon gave in to it fully and placed the book down.
Esme still looked at him with a smile, "You called me, right?"
Carlisle laughed lightly, "Yeah." He motioned for her to come in and as she did he gave her a second motion to close the door behind her.
Her expression changed, no longer confused at why he had called her back to him. She slowly approached the desk as he still stood on the opposite side of it from her with his palms pressed firmly on the wood as he leaned forward.
Esme mirrored his position, placing her hands flat on the desk and leaning within only a few inches from his face. She knew what the look on his face meant. His jaw was clenched, eyes black and he tried with little success to hold his breath to keep his self control in order. His fingers tensed on the desk and his eyes were slightly squinted.
She gave him one soft, closed mouth kiss and made sure it lasted. His eyes closed and he tried to initiate a second one, opening his mouth slightly, though she pulled backed and edged away.
Carlisle opened his eyes and recognized her teasing antics. It was something that drove him crazy in the best of ways and he quickly rounded the desk that stood between them.
Esme continued to back away with a smile until she braced herself against the wall next to the door.
He stalked her all the way, never breaking eye contact as her pupils swelled black in the process to match his.
Finally, he placed his hands on either side of her hands, continuing the tease on his own, as he so badly wanted touch every part of her body.
Esme leaned in for his mouth, but he pulled back a half inch with a tantalizing smile before letting her win on the second attempt, kissing him passionately and deeply, massaging his tounge with her own.
Carlisle continued to let his hands linger on the wall, though crashed his hips against hers so she could feel exactly what she did to him.
Esme took his move as an invitation and quickly shoved his pants to the floor where they sat around his ankles. The boxerbriefs he wore did nothing to mask his erection and he continued to grind himself up against her, more intensely now as his hands drifted down her body; one on the side of her face, the other on breast.
He continued to kiss her with a combination of aggression and gentleness before lifting both of her legs up off the ground and sliding the bottom part of her dress upward.
Esme whispered his name in a desperate moan, causing a light rumble to barrel through his aching chest. She felt his arms shake as she lifted the band on his boxerbriefs, fully exposing the hard-on he'd had for her practically all day. With his hands locked beneath each of her legs, there was nothing he could do to stop what she was doing.
Carlisle swiftly edged her underwear to the side beneath her dress and looked at his wife in the eyes before he made his next move.
She smiled with a very subtle nod and he eased himself inside of her, capturing her mouth gently as he did. He felt her sigh and let out a wimpering sound as he not fully engulfed her with everything he had.
"You okay?" he asked in a husky whisper.
"Yeah," she said, noticing he was reading her eyes as well as her words. She longed for his lips against hers and brought her mouth back to his.
Carlisle rocked himself upward and couldn't help but moan a little louder than he'd liked to upon getting the sensation he had been craving for awhile. Esme's sounds echoed his as he proceeded to move them together slowly against the wall.
He quickly carried Esme over toward his desk, nearly tripping on his pants that still clung bindingly around his ankles. She kept her arms securely around his neck until he laid her down flat on her back, causing the lap top to slide off the side.
Carlisle caught it with his hand without missing a beat and placed it carefully on the chair he previously sat in. He adjusted them so he could connect with hips with hers at the edge of the table, pulling off her dress completely as he did before he slid himself back inside of her with a loud, appreciative groan. His body collapsed onto hers and he breathed into her ear in a rapid, uneven fashion.
Esme felt herself unable to control a series of hushed moans every time his hips crashed forward with more intensity each time. She ran her hands up the back of his shirt, displeased that he still had it on, along with the boxerbriefs, though didn't have enough time in between his powerful thrusts to contemplate asking him to take everything off.
He stared down at her, eyes closed so angelicly with her lips partway open as she clutched on to him. Her moans grew more frequent as he moved himself all the way in and all the way out of her. The desk began to creak heavily beneath them and Carilsle wrapped one hand around the frame until his knuckles turned even whiter than the tone of his skin. The other hand secrured Esme's right breast, where it was soon accompanied by his mouth.
"Carlisle," she whispered, "God."
He recognized the look on her face and the tone of her whisper and decided to change the pace. He continued to plunge himself into her but kept it even and slow until Esme opened her eyes, staring directly into his.
Carlisle lead his lips back down to hers, barely moving lower body now, though still rocking himself gently. Esme accepted his lips and grasped him tighter. "I love you," he whispered into her ear, moving his lips just below her earlobe.
Esme felt the butterflies in the pit of her stomach thicken. Every day Carlisle made her love him even more than the day before. He was the only man in the world with the control and all consuming love for her that could take himself from the peak of his heated desire to find the will to stop himself to remind her of his love her. She knew he was waiting her to say it back and so she did, happily, "I love you, too."
He slowly moved his lips back toward her mouth, opening his mouth just slightly at first to give her a series of sensual kisses. Esme widen her mouth, forcing him to do the same slipped her tounge back against his. In turn, he gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, pulling her legs up so her knees lingered on either side of his torso.
Carlisle let a hand linger on the side of her face, while the other still gripped the side of the desk.
"Please keep going," she begged him, "Carlisle..." His name rang through his ears as she clung to him in a pleasure filled spasm as she attempted to urge him deeper into her during her climax.
"Uhhh," he sighed gruffly and moved himself four or five more times quickly before he followed her with his own powerful orgasm. His hand accidentally tore up some of the wood on the edge of the desk and he hoped upon his finish that he hadn't hurt Esme from the way he squeezed her with the other hand.
She sighed when she felt him relax and left a hand on the back of his neck and the other beneath his shirt so she could rub his back.
A few minutes went by before he climbed off of her, pulling her to her feet by the hand and slung his pants back up to his waist.
Esme quickly got dressed and he pulled her to him immediately for a long, closed mouth kiss.
"I love you," he reminded her again.
She smiled, "I love you too."
"Come back to the bedroom," he said with a smile.
Esme looked at the damage he'd done to the desk and laughed to herself before she turned to face him and stood on her toes to kiss him again, "I just have to bake some cookies for when Renesme gets home. Jacob is going to be dropping her off and I promised I'd make her some."
Carlisle brought himself back so their bodies were closely linked again, "Okay."
"Give me twenty minutes, then I'm your for the rest of the night."
A smile slowly spread across his face, "Fair enough," he said, kissing her one more time before closing the door to his office and heading to their room.