Carlisle sat at the edge of the bed, flipping through stations on the television. He'd stopped downstairs briefly, saying hello to Renesme and drawing a few laughs from her when he purposely made a disgusted face after she "forced" him to take a bite out of one of the cookies she helped Esme make. The thought made him grin to himself as he finally found a show worth watching, though he was still listening intently for Esme to return to their bedroom after their brief encounter in the office.

It wasn't long before the door opened, and Carlisle's mind immediately lost focus of the television program.

"Did you have to eat a cookie too?" he asked with a laugh.

"No," Esme told him, smiling, "Just you."

He nodded and admired her figure a little extra long before they made eye contact.

"Nessy's asleep," she told him, "Edward is just finishing up something and then they're going back to their house for the night."

Carlisle smiled, "Alright."

She grinned at him and walked over so she stood in between him and the television. He stood up from where he sat and decided to waste no time. Esme eagerly accepted his initial soft kisses that took no time to become more heated and assertive.

His lips made their way down her neck, letting his tongue accompany them on his journey to her collar bone. Esme gripped his hair lightly, entwining the waves of blond in her fingertips. She guided his mouth back to hers and all at once felt herself being placed on top of the shorter of the two dressers in their room, still kissing her husband with an animalistic urgency that left him already moaning and grunting into her mouth.

Esme wanted to rip his shirt off, but decided to hastily undo the buttons, leaving his bare chest visible, which was much to her liking. She wasted no time shoving his pants down just far enough to give him the access he needed, triggering visions of their previous engagement only an hour or so before.

As much as Carlisle wanted to completely remove the dress from Esme's body, as he had earlier, he decided to simply remove her underwear so there was no further delay in getting started. He let out a sigh of approval as her hands grazed the highest point of his legs as she worked to shove his pants down a few more inches, though he knew this wasn't necessary. To show her that he couldn't wait any longer, he moved her hands out of the way pushed himself into her, leaving one hand on the small of her back and the other flat on the dresser.

Esme leaned her head back and moaned as the result of his maneuver and felt him sigh roughly again as she cradled his upper body against hers. She barely sat on piece of furniture, as he continued to slide her toward him a little more with each drive of his hips. A decorative lamp behind them and a picture frame that sat on the dresser simultaneously crashed to the floor as the wood now slammed into the wall, leaving small indents each time. Neither of the acknowledged the shattering glass as Esme continued to urge him on, digging her fingers deep into his back beneath the shirt that was now barely clinging to him.

He moved faster as she let her teeth clamp down lightly on his shoulder to attempt to remain quiet, though she secretly felt it was somewhat pointless after the destruction of the lamp a few seconds before, not to mention her husband's nonstop panting.

"God..." Esme breathed the word into his ear, feeling closer and closer to her release point as he continued to work himself perfectly inside of her. The feel of his fingertips gripping the sides of her hips mercilessly was almost too much for her to handle.

Carlisle put his mouth and nose up against hers, though couldn't focus on anything but the feeling in the lower half of his body. His mouth lingered open next Esme's, but he couldn't find the strength to kiss her. Instead he let a series of ecstasy filled noises quietly spill into her mouth, drifting a hand up toward her lips to make up for his lack of ability to use his own.

Esme instinctively pulled the top of his thumb into her mouth for a moment, causing Carlisle's other hand to squeeze her hip tightly beneath her dress. She focused on everything at once; his thumb in her mouth, his hand on her bare hip and the moans he let out every time he went deeper into her.

Carlisle knew she was about to reach her climax and decided to go a little harder. No sooner than a few seconds later, he felt his wife's thighs tighten against the outside of his own and her hands pull the rest of him as close to her as possible. She used his the area where his shoulder met his neck to block out the magnitude of gratification before he attempted to do the same, though with less success.

His fingers clawed at her back, pulling her the rest of the way to him and finished their second session of the evening with the same intensity as the first. He still held onto Esme for a little while before he finally pulled himself away from her just slightly.

Esme brought her lips to his once and he swallowed hard. He let a smile creep over his face slowly.

"Wow," he said to her.

Esme let out a quick laugh before he kissed her again, "It's only ten thirty," she reminded him.