The Coalition for Better Treatment of Esme Cullen

GIF by dearforks

The sleek, black Mercedes crept carefully down the long driveway that led to the lavish Cullen estate. Despite his calling as a doctor, between the four walls of their home in the woods was truly the only place he could be his authentic self. There was no practicing how to move, how to talk, how to pretend to breath. The act was up for the day; the curtains closed so to speak, and the crowd had disappeared to their own dwellings. Even after centuries of practice, Carlisle felt the weight of the world lift when he returned to his family. The garage door eased open as he approached and the flawless vehicle turned in for the night in its home beside Emmett's towering Jeep. After a single inhale for decompress, Carlisle popped the door open and headed into the house. When he flung the door open, the silence almost made him shout, 'anybody home?'. Rather, he glanced around the open area in the living room and began to wander. Where is everyone? Carlisle wondered if they had all taken a hunting trip if they weren't expecting his immediate return. He couldn't blame them for harnessing their thirst. It was odd when the Cullen house was quiet because it was typically so boisterous and full of life. When he realized no one was on the first floor he decided to take a few minutes in his office to unpack and get settled before potentially heading out for his own, overdue hunting trip. Carlisle loosened his tie and took the stairs slowly before heading down a dark hallway where his office sat behind the first door on the right. When he opened the door his eyes squinted and his pupils dilated just a bit when he sensed Esme was nearby. With a hand still on the doorknob, Carlisle froze momentarily when he saw Esme sitting behind his desk. He tried to maintain his sense of composure but felt his bottom lip drop away from his top one when he recognized Esme's attire. In the pale lighting from the window behind where she sat and a single candle on the desk, her porcelain skin seemed to cast a glow in the room. From head to toe she bared herself to him, except for the the dark blue scarf her husband often wore. It draped perfectly down her chest, covering both of her otherwise bare breasts. "Good evening Dr. Cullen," she greeted, smirking and almost giggling from the out of character way she chose to greet her husband. From her perspective it teetered on the lines of silly and sexy. Carlisle loosened his tie a bit more and cleared his throat. "Mrs. Cullen." He gave a gentle nod and entered the room completely before allowing the door to shut with a click behind him. "I hope you don't mind," Esme toyed with the scarf around her neck, "I borrowed your favorite one." He could have chuckled or smiled.. but Carlisle felt desire taking over all other emotions. He inhaled deeply, allowing her scent to fill his nostrils as his eyes became a shade darker. Esme rose to her feet when she found her husband speechless. She rounded the desk, her mouth tipping up in a little smile when she saw his gaze drink her form in completely. "Is everyone-" he began, but she cut him off. "They're all on their way to the Canadian mountains to hunt," Esme informed him, reaching with delicate hands for his tie to undo it completely. Carlisle's heart would have been racing if it still held a beat. Somehow he still felt a flush of warmth in his face as she began to unclasp the buttons on his shirt next. His hand felt to tangle in her hair as he watched intently as she began to undress his upper half. When Esme hit him with her eyes in a sweet manner he could tell she had recently hunted from the lingering gold that had only swelled partially black now that he was standing before her. Without a word, Esme pressed up onto her toes and let her lips collide with his. She watched as his eyes closed and felt him part her lips with his tongue. Carlisle could taste the blood from whatever Esme had recently devoured. It made him kiss her harder; more urgently. The combination of these two kinds of lust made him insatiable in that instant. Esme pulled back

just to tease him in a whisper. "I forgot you haven't hunted in a week." It had been a part of her plan - to hunt just before her attempts to seduce him. The inner animal in Carlisle that he managed to keep hidden was still there inside of him. Esme knew the lingering taste of blood on her tongue could bring out that side he only let out in front of her. Carlisle's mouth twisted into a smile and his hand fell to her face now. "You have a very wicked side to you Mrs. Cullen," he spoke against her lips, eager to taste her again. She giggled against him and their lips collided again, this time with more heat; more urgency. A moan escaped Carlisle and he couldn't manage to hold himself back any longer. His hands fell to her bare hips and he picked up his wife, pleased when her legs wrapped around his waist where his erection pressed against the front of his khaki pants. Esme's arms linked around his shoulders, locking behind his head as they continued to kiss while he sat her on the edge of the desk. The scarf she wore fell in a heap to the wooden table top and he shoved it away along with whatever else was in the way. Esme's hands looses the belt around his waist and then swiftly undid the button there. When her hand grazed his hard-on in the process her husband groaned. Carlisle shoved his khakis down so they fell at his feet, the belt clanking against the thick, wooden floorboards below. He pulled Esme toward him with force so she sat at the edge of the desk. When her feet locked around the backs of his legs he connected himself to her with one swift movement that left them both sighing with the instant pleasure of feeling one another so intimately. Esme's hands shoved his shirt off his shoulders so she could feel him completely. Her fingertips dug into his muscular back as she held him hard while they carried on. With each thrust his breaths landed against her in between the breaks of their makeout session. When her name escaped his lips Esme bit down in her bottom lip, though it only lasted a second because Carlisle's took over as he devoured her mouth with his own again. The loud creaking from the desk beneath them made Esme break their kiss and look down, but her husband quickly pulled her back into the moment. "We'll buy another one," he choked out, closing his eyes again as he didn't miss a beat. Esme let her head drop back and let out what she was feeling. It was rare they had the house alone. She was never able to make love to Carlisle without holding back, and so she decided to indulge in it. "Carlisle.." his name rolled off her tongue as she laid back now. Esme's hands fell to his his thighs and felt his hands fall to grip her forearms. "Don't stop." He was rapidly leading her to an orgasm. The movements of his hips, the squeeze of his hands against hers, his grunts in between uncontrollable breaths. Esme loved Carlisle in his raw form and it added to the lust that accompanied her love for him. She was the only one that he would become completely undone in front of it. Likewise, Esme felt comfortable and secure in Carlisle's hands and so right then she let herself go without reservation as he led her to a climatic moment that left her feeling overcome with a wave of what felt like undying pleasure. At the same time, Carlisle recognized the look on his wife's face, the tightening of her thighs against his. It sent him into his own climatic finish that left his hands gripping her hips so hard that he hoped he hadn't hurt her in the midst of his own whirlwind of pleasure.

Watching Carlisle finish was erotic and sensual, hot and intense. Esme loved seeing his facial features twist in ecstasy and, in rare form, hearing his moans echo off the walls. It was enough to make her weak in the knees long after they'd left each other's arms.

When the fiery nature of their lovemaking came to a breathy halt, Esme stared up at him before sitting up completely again so they could share a long, lazy kiss.

Carlisle pecked her lips several more times before rested a hand gently on her face. He whispered again, managing a smile this time. "You look much better in my scarf than I do."