Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Carlisle and Esme's first time ❯ Carlisle and Esme's first time part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Esme fought her shyness. Had she not longed for this moment, when Carlisle would return into her life and claim her as his own? She can't deny the love she has for this man, or her desire, nor could she let timidity to get in the way. Suddenly impatient to touch him, Esme spread her hands across his chest, then along his ribcage. Exploring his back, she roamed downward towards his buttocks, but her fingertips only reached midway. How wondrously he was made, she thought, then realized Carlisle smiled at her. As she returned his smile, he kissed her deeply, then initiated another downward journey. Currents of fire traveled through her as he possessed her breasts. At the same time his fingers caressed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, teasing her legs apart. As she allowed him the access he sought, he cover her feminine mound with his palm and began to massage her there. “Do you trust me Esme?” He spread kisses over her stomach “Yes.” she whispered her pulse skittering. As he continued to massage her, she felt a throbbing response between her legs and pressed against Carlisle's hand. Instantly, Shockingly, unrelentingly, awakening an array of new senses within her and commanding each one. Some part of her brain told her she should protest, but as pleasure spread through her feminine core, her body wantonly craved more. She opened to Carlisle fully, like petals of a blossom, welcoming his possession. Carlisle caressed her swollen desire, his own need near bursting, his hold on himself tenuous. She was ready for him, hot and wet inside. As he brought her to the brick of fulfillment, she writhed beneath him, her breaths short and quick. “Esme, do you give yourself to me?” he rasped, continuing to love her with his fingers, at the same time settling himself between her legs. “Yes, please... Carlisle...” Her nails dug into his back and she moaned against him. Carlisle set his jaw. Drawing her legs around him, he drove forward with one swift thrust and sheathed himself in he depths. Esme cried out, her hips arching against him, forcing him deeper inside. Carlisle stilled, as he realized how much bigger he must have been compared to her ex husband, he struggled to master himself as they both lay panting. Esme's femininity clamped tight around him searing hot. “Are you alright my love?” he asked in a strained voice “Yes I'm fine.” Esme smiled brightly, “Don't hold back.” she whispered in his ear. His blood flowing hot and thick, Carlisle loved her anew, savoring her breasts and bringing gasps to her lips as he began to move inside her. Guiding her hips in his hands, he rocked against her swollen womanhood. Their breaths quickened as on and on they strove together in an age-old rhythm, faster and faster. Suddenly, Esme's eye's widened. “Carlisle!” She convulsed against him, gripping him covetously as spasms overtook her, catapulting her to another realm. Esme's contractions carried Carlisle, with her triggering his own climax. Surging against her, he joined her in that fiery ecstasy, roaring as the twin sensations of pain and pleasure ripped through him, and he began emptying himself into his beloved. Together they rode their passion to rapturous heights, their hearts afire, as their bodies and should melded into one.

[AN_ well thats it I hoped you liked it.. to graphic well not my problem dont come complaining to me.]

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