Probably the last chapter in this little series.

Esme laid against Carlisle's chest beneath the covers where they talked for awhile, reliving their fondest moments together. She traced her fingers over the muscular lines on his bare chest.

"Remember when we were in upstate New York for awhile?" Esme asked, still studying his upper body.

"Mmm..." he responded, "When Edward was going through the difficult time..."

She sighed, "He was trying to protect Bella."

Carlisle nodded, and Esme could hear his head move lightly against the pillow.

Her phone was still at the end of the bed, where it buzzed similarly to before when Alice had sent a text message.

"Leave it," Carlisle suggested, seeing the glow of the phone's face as it illuminated the dark space around it.

"What if it's one of the kids?" Esme asked, "You never know, it could be important."

He smiled and sighed, "You're right."

She grinned and pushed her lips against his in a quick kiss before sitting upright to reach for her phone. Carlisle admired her body in it's purest form, looking at his wife's flawless skin in the dim lightly as she grabbed the phone and laid back down against him.

"Who is it?" he asked, attempting to read the latest message.

"Emmett..." She shook her head.

"I can only imagine," Carlisle said. He let out a sigh at the one line that was written, teasing the two of them about their current situation.

Esme handed her husband the phone and he reached across to the nightstand, placing it there. He proceeded to click the lamp next to it until it reached it's dimmest level of light, darkening their surroundings just slightly. She smiled as he leaned himself on one arm to face where she now laid flat on her back with her head on the pillow.

Carlisle leaned over his wife and kissed her, gently massaging her tongue with his own. Unlike their previous three encounters that night, he took his time in the way his lips moved in perfect unison with hers. The passion they'd created earlier still lingered heavily, though the pace was much different.

Esme sighed and guided him so he was completely on top of her. "I could do this all day, every day with you Carlisle."

He smiled and drifted his eyes away from hers modestly before capturing her gaze again, "So could I."

"All of it," she went on, "Laying here with you, talking, feeling your skin against mine... there's nothing I'd rather be doing."

Carlisle brought his lips to hers again once, then pulled back and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, "Me either."

Esme brought her hand up, caressing the side of his face before playing with his wavy blond hair. The gel he'd put in after showering earlier was currently ineffective and his hair was brushed back in a messy fashion, though it suited him well, given the situation. She reignited the gentle kisses he had been giving her and pulled his body as tightly against hers as possible.

"How often do we get to have nights like this?" she asked him in a voice just above a whisper.

Carlisle laid his lips against her cheek, then made his way until he began to lightly suck her earlobe. "Never," he said, before continuing.

Esme struggled to stay composed as he continued his series of sensual touches all over her body until he knew she was longing for something more.

Carlisle looked down toward his waist, though at the moment couldn't see below the covers. Esme followed his stare and adjusted herself so he could have the access he needed to initiate their fourth love making session of the night. She captured the look on his face and realized he hadn't at all gotten tired of their intimacy. The arousal that clung to expression, and lingered in his eyes was no different than when he first stared at her from behind the desk in his office earlier in the night.

He shifted his eyes downward again and leaned back, making sure he where he needed to be to do as he intended. Esme watched his facial expression, then closed her eyes and let out an appreciative sigh as she felt him slide inside of her. His upper body slowly fell onto hers and she placed her arms around him, sighing again into his ear.

Carlisle pulled his head back so they were face to face and breathed out heavily once into her mouth. He thrusted slowly once and felt his eyes close as a reaction as he did. Esme's fingers dug into his back tightly before loosening again as he lingered dormantly inside of her.

She smiled and made eye contact with him, "Go slow this time."

He smiled back and captured her lips with the same gentle, passion as he'd started with, moving his hips forward to match the careful movements of his tongue against hers.

Esme was able to relish every movement Carlisle made when they took their time. The slow, steady motions he created proved for an even greater build up than when either of them initiated a faster, more intense pace, as both of them had earlier.

Carlisle lifted her hips a few inches and left his hands there to hold her at a slightly different angle without stopping what he was doing. Esme let him know immediately with her body that his move was effective and tightened her entire body around him. He made it his mission to please her to the best of his ability, and wanted to take her to the peak of her level of arousal.

Esme's eyes flickered open as Carlisle's breaths decorated her neck. Shadows danced across her husband's back as he pushed her hips back slightly again so her legs, bent at the knee, were resting high along his torso.

Carlisle leaned himself back so he was on his knees and readjusted his hands so they rested on her hips. He continued to stay at a controlled pace, knowing everything he was doing was leading up to what he hoped would be Esme's most intense orgasm of the night. From the position he was currently in, her entire body was well within his view and he couldn't help but admire everything about her. Her hands pressed against his thighs as he moved in and out of her, making sure every couple of thrusts he pushed in a little extra hard. Each time he did, his wife let out a overwhelming moan and her hands pressed firmer against his thighs.

"Carlisle..." she said in a whisper, something that just happened naturally due to their typical need to hide the sighs and other noises that accompanied such an evening.

He leaned back down against her and engulfed her right breast in his mouth, before moving slightly faster in and out of her. She let her hand run through his hair before giving it a tug unknowingly. Carlisle hadn't realized he'd picked up the pace until he really focused on the slamming of the headboard against the wall.

"Don't stop," Esme begged him quietly, keeping her eyes closed.

He moaned, now slightly struggling to contain himself. "Esme..." His breathing was choppy and he bit down just slightly on her neck.

Esme's legs wrapped around his waist and she knew she was about to reach her climax. She couldn't focus on anything but the movement of his hips crashing against hers and the feel of his tongue as it moved back into her mouth more desperately.

Carlisle knew Esme was about to reach her breaking point. Her breaths, too, choked out unevenly against his ear, then quickly turned into moans that she was unable to keep from pouring out of her mouth. Her fingers dug into his back and the rest of her body tensed up as he never let up in his pursuit to bring her right where he wanted her; right where he had her. She moved one hand to the back of his head and pulled him even closer, "Oh Carlisle..."

He reciprocated the moan, feeling her release against him as the sensation seemed to ripple up toward his bellybutton. Everything hit him at once, like a wave of desire and lust.

Esme began to come down off the high he'd given her and realized he was close to following her. She slid her lips along his neck before capturing his earlobe in between her teeth as he continued to thrust upward. She felt him shake from trying to hold in his orgasm and to edge him on, dug her fingers hard into his back and let them run almost the full length of his upper body, leaving her legs locked around his hips.

Carlisle began to bring his mouth back against her neck before he felt the moment get the best of him. He groaned into Esme's ear and his hand clutched around the edge of the mattress beneath the pillow she laid on. His hips rocked hard against hers and he felt his other hand tangle in her hair.

Esme continued to urge him through his own climatic sensation until his hand let go of the strands of hair he tangled in his fingertips. When his eyes finally drifted back open, he noticed his other hand contributed to ripping the sheet that clung to the mattress, though his main concern was that he didn't pull too hard on Esme's hair.

Carlisle laid silently on top his wife, feeling her lips kiss along his shoulders. She secured his head with her hands, as she always did when they laid together as they were now.

He sighed and twisted his face so it was against her cheek before kissing the side of her face one softly without opening his eyes.

"I love you so much, Carlisle," she said to him.

"I love you more than I could ever describe, Esme," he whispered, "I want this every single day of forever."

Carlisle went to move off of her, sensing she may have wanted to readjust but she held him in place on top of her, holding him protectively. He smiled and opened his eyes to see hers were closed. He relaxed his body, feeling like the luckiest person alive in Esme's arms.