Carlisle x Esme : Take My Mind Off Of It
On a rainy night in Forks, Carlisle & Esme Cullen have a romantic, sexy encounter in his office when she consoles him during a night of overthinking. She gives him the invitation to take his mind off of his worries, and he eagerly accepts.
Warnings: Sensual smut (Fingering, playful sex)
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“Dr. Cullen, you are uptight.” Esme took in his posture as he lingered by the window of his home office, staring out into the night with his hands tucked neatly behind his back.
Carlisle caught her reflection in the window pane and a genuine closed-mouth smile made home on his face as he turned to face her. Esme leaned on the frame of the open door and smiled back.
“Things are okay, ya know,” she reminded him.
Carlisle nodded in agreement. “You’re right. They are.”
Esme stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Do you want to talk about anything?”
He let out a sigh and leaned both hands on the desk as he crossed into the center of the room. When he didn’t immediately speak, Esme tried to fill in the blanks.
“The letter from the Volturi?”
Carlisle’s head slowly rose and his eyes met hers. “It’s been on my mind,” he admitted, “Yes.”
“Do you think it was dishonest?” Esme asked. She leaned on the desk on the opposite side and glanced down when Carlisle slid a hand across, grazing the tops of her knuckles with his fingertips.
“No,” he told her. “But after what happened a year ago it just makes me a bit uneasy.”
Esme nodded and gently rolled her hand over to give his fingers a gentle squeeze. “I understand.” She added, “Talk to me.”
Carlisle gave a barely-there smile and shook his head. “It’s just me overthinking in a moment of downtime.” He brought the back of her hand to his lips and left a single kiss there. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind getting my mind off of it.”
Esme met his gaze as she allowed him to bring her hand to the side of his face. Her eyes fluttered closed for just a second when he kissed the pad of her thumb.
Rain threaded silver streaks down the window panes, blurring the dark forest beyond into a combination of shadows and fog. The steady percussion on the rooftop was a soothing, familiar lullaby in Forks. A single lamp flickered in Carlisle’s office, casting long shadows across the wooden bookshelves that made home on either side of the room.
Esme moved around the desk to join her husband on the other side. She wasn’t rushed, but intent on breaking the one barrier that remained between them.
“Then I think you should take your mind off of it,” she said, closing the gap between them.
Carlisle’s expression changed the second she was within reach. The small bout of strain that lingered in his expression melted away into something warmer, something that had nothing to do with worry.
He reached for her hand, pulling her to him a bit more eagerly than he anticipated. Still, Esme didn’t remotely resist. Even after all those years of being together, the contact was electric. Their lips met a second later, with Carlisle pulling his wife fully into his embrace. The gesture was tender and reverent, though the look he gave her as their lips parted was more playful and passionate than innocent.
When he abruptly picked her up and sat her on the desk, Esme managed a little laugh, letting her smile linger into a second, more heated kiss.
Carlisle’s right hand settled at her waist, steady and possessive, as the other tangled in the locks of her hair as their makeout session deepened.
“Distract me,” he whispered, letting his lips brush against hers as he spoke.
Esme let an eyebrow raise. “Doctor’s orders?”
“Strict orders.” Carlisle continued to toy with her hair, “It’s a necessary treatment.”
Her laugh was soft, but muffled by his hungry attempts to kiss her again. Still, there was no rush, there never had been between them. Time was the one thing that would never be an enemy.
Carlisle’s hand slid up the back of her shirt, feeling her skin against his palm as he stepped fully between her legs, drawing her fully against him.
Esme’s head tilted back when his mouth trailed from hers to the curve of her jaw, mapping a path down toward her neck. When his lips found the faded scar where he had changed eternity for the both of them, Esme moaned quietly into his ear and held him tighter. It was a pleasure she couldn’t help but indulge in, and Carlisle was well aware of the effect it had on her. The scar was a memory, the moment they solidified their forever union.
When she moaned again and her legs tightly framed the outsides of his, Carlisle let out an almost-wicked chuckle against the center of her ear.
“Mmm.. you are in rare form, Dr. Cullen,” Esme said quietly, beginning to undo the top two or three buttons of his finely-pressed shirt.
“Staying quiet is going to be a struggle.”
She smiled, relishing in the fact that she was the only one who could strip Carlisle of his self-control.
“I think that’s why Alice and Jasper made plans tonight,” Esme told him, unable to keep a smile from her face, “She’s the only one that can tell the future.” Her fingers continued to thread the buttons of his shirt until they were all undone and she shoved the fabric off of his shoulders. “How’s the overthinking going?”
“Completely gone.” Carlisle shrugged the shirt off and let it drop to the floor before pulling her face back to his to kiss her again.
Esme worked at the buckle of his belt now as they kissed, this time drawing a moan from Carlisle that began in the depths of his chest and transferred from his mouth to hers. His arousal tented the front of his khakis and with one swift movement that Esme hadn’t been expecting, he yanked down the long, purple skirt she had been wearing. She kicked it off the rest of the way and locked her legs around the backs of his.
Carlisle’s hands slid up the outsides of her thighs before the fingers of his right hand traced the lacy edge of her underwear. Both of them could feel the desperation in the other and Esme’s breath picked up when he used his fingers to shove the fabric to the side.
Their eyes met, with Carlisle’s tongue sliding across his lower lip as he eased his first two fingers inside of her.
Esme bit down on her lower lip, not wanting to look away from his darkened eyes, but closed hers when the pleasure immediately began to build. She arched into his touch, prompting him to push deeper as he kissed her again.
She suppressed the moans she so desperately wanted to let out when their lips parted. Carlisle could sense it and it aroused him even more. He created a slow, torturous pace that even he deemed unfair. Still, it was enticing and Esme clenched his forearm with one hand.
“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered in her ear, letting his nose graze against her cheek as he continued what he was doing, moving his fingers in a careful, circular motion inside of her.
Esme released the grip she had on his arm and shook her head, holding him around his bare upper back again. She let out another quiet moan, one Carlisle silenced with a kiss, all the while not letting up on his pursuit of her body.
“Shh…” he teased, “We have to keep quiet, remember?”
When Carlisle removed his fingers from inside of her, Esme was able to breathe again. Her eyes fluttered open and saw Carlisle’s pleased expression.
“Mmm…” She spoke quietly, feeling his strained arousal against her inner thigh. “You really are in rare form tonight.” With the brief break in their foreplay, Esme carefully shoved his unbuckled belt to the sides before working the button and zipper of his pants.
Carlisle watched her movements as she assumed control and closed his eyes when his erection finally sprung free of his pants.
Esme urged his lower half toward her, pushing her calves against the backs of his knees as she leaned back just slightly with her forearms pressed down on the desk behind her.
He put his hands on either side of her, stepping out of his khakis as they slid down off his waist. Carlisle pulled her by her lower back, sliding her to the edge so he could successfully connect himself to her.
Both of them let out a deep breath in unison. He gave her a moment to adjust before starting to move at a slow, controlled pace.
The desk creaked beneath his thrusts, and Esme held him hard as she sang his praises in his ear. When Carlisle kissed the scar on her neck again she couldn’t fully control herself. Despite her loud lament for him, he didn’t bother to try to sensor her this time.
The rain continued to patter against the window, encasing them in their own private world as they forgot everything around them and got lost in each other. Their ragged breaths collided as their lips grazed and eyes alternated between open and shut in the midst of their lovemaking.
Carlisle could feel Esme tightening around him, holding him there like a vice as her body began racing toward orgasm. He struggled to keep his eyes open so he could study her expression, adding to his arousal as his thrust became more powerful and relentless.
“Carlisle,” Esme whispered, wanting to scream it out loud. She would have if they’d had the house to themselves, or if every other member of their family didn’t have the superpower of hearing just about everything.
He didn’t let up and held her hips more firmly when Esme’s bottom lip separated entirely from her top one. Her eyes were pressed firmly shut and she tangled a hand in the back of his hair. The other still clung firmly against the tense muscles in his upper back.
Carlisle grunted and groaned, struggling to hold on. It became impossible when he felt her walls clench against him. Esme cried out again as she shattered around him, coming completely undone in his arms. When Carlisle felt her pulsing against him and unable to hold in her pleasure, he let out a guttural moan and released inside of her.
He rocked his hips up and into her again as he came, letting his upper body collapse on top of hers as Esme’s back fell onto the top of the desk. She held him close, panting as he lazily kissed along the tops of her breasts.
Carlisle’s shoulders rose and fell with a series of deep breaths before his eyes finally reopened and he stared down at his wife. Her hair flowed wildly in all directions on the wood beneath where she laid and he managed a small smile before nudging his nose with hers and kissing her firmly on the lips.
Esme made it linger, pulling him back down to her when he began to part from her and kissed him again. Her hand lingered on his face as he continued to stare down at her with adoration as the honey color of his eyes began to gradually return.
“What are your plans for the rest of the evening?” He asked her in a voice just above a whisper, not at all prepared to climb off of her just yet.
“I do have plans,” she informed him.
Carlisle pressed his eyebrows together, unable to hide his immediate disappointment.
Esme smiled, purposely toying with his already messed up hair to match the wildness of her own. “I plan to draw a bath,” she explained, pulling the heel of his hand to her lips, before allowing him to link his fingers through hers where they rested beside her head on top of the desk. “And then not leave the bedroom until sunrise.”
Carlisle sucked his teeth and couldn’t help but grin, mentally penning this as an invitation. “Would you like some company?”
Esme’s fingers tightened around his and she slowly nodded, unable to keep a smile from her face. “I might need you to take my mind off a few things.”
“I’d be honored to return the favor.”
