summary: you went on a short vacation for your birthday, two weeks during which you barely spoke to Carlisle on the phone or via text, but when you got home, you showed him how much you had been waiting for him to welcome you back as you deserved.
warnings: making out, fingering, praise, and suggestive language
a/n: ALRIGHTTT, such a big comeback tbh, it's long as hell (good stuff), at the end of the fic will show my apologies for being inactive and stuff. Thank you for your support. I'll always be thankful. Also, I love seeing new people. I'm liking this whole series. Appreciated some comments. Love y'all, and new blurbs are coming soon!
The plane was about to land, and you nervously squeezed the armrest of your seat. When the plane's wheels touched the ground, the first thing you thought of was the image of Carlisle waiting for you outside the airport. Your heart began to beat faster just thinking about it, and a small smile appeared on your soft lips.
As you got off the plane, you checked your phone to see if you had received any messages while you were on the plane, but there was no signal until a notification rang. It was a message from Carlisle.
“You landed? I'm outside the airport,” he texted calmly, his hand in his pocket, eager to see your response. You smiled and typed a reply: “Yes. I'm gonna pick up my suitcase and I'll be with you.” You sent the message and put your phone in the back pocket of your pants.
You started looking at the suitcases passing by on the conveyor belt, searching for yours, while you waited, your leg shaking with anticipation. Finally, your suitcase appeared. You grabbed it and pulled it toward the automatic doors at the airport exit. When they opened, you saw Carlisle standing outside his car, one hand in his front pocket, looking at his phone.
You approached with rhythmic steps, but he still didn't realize you were walking towards him until he felt your presence. He looked up and smiled. “Hey,” he said as you continued to approach, feeling your heart beating so hard it wanted to jump out of your throat. “Hey...” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear you. He frowned and tilted his head without taking his eyes off you. “Not gonna hug me or what...?” he said with a warm, flirtatious smile.
You dropped your suitcase and crashed your chest into his, inhaling the strong cologne he always wears, so intoxicating that it made you melt like chocolate in summer. He did the same, the scent of shampoo invading his nostrils, placing his hand on your hair, caressing you gently. “So you really missed me...?” he asked close to your ear, his breath briefly brushing against your ear. You nodded, moving your head to look at his face, your neck twisting to see him better. “I did,” he took a strand of hair and placed it behind your ear, his knuckles brushing your cheekbones. “I did too,” he confirmed.
You sighed and loosened your arms around him. “How was your day?” You tried to change the subject, feeling very exposed to others seeing your closeness and touching, even though the people around you had no idea he was your stepfather. “Let's get in the car and I'll tell you, yeah?” You nodded and followed Carlisle to the passenger door. You got in the car, and Carlisle closed the door, then put your suitcase in the trunk.
On the way home, he told you how the appointments at the office had gone. He hadn't been heavy-handed, but you still saw it that way. “It's been a tough two weeks for you, from what I hear,” he laughed and shook his head. “Nah, it wasn't that hard, princess. It's common for me to have these kinds of patients,” he shrugged. You smiled and locked eyes with him, studying him closely. Those two weeks away had seriously affected him. Carlisle noticed your gaze, but he couldn't turn around; he was focused on the road. “Mom is home?” You settled into your seat, and an intrusive thought invaded your mind. He nodded, giving you a quick glance. “She's waiting for you, but she's half asleep...” he said the last part in a soft but audible whisper.
You knew he thought the same thing when you asked about your mother at home. You both thought the same thing. You swallowed hard and nodded. Carlisle managed to notice your slight tan, how your arms, neck, and face were tinged with a reddish hue with slight orange tones. “I like your tan,” he complimented you, wondering where else your tan would show. “Thank you... It was hard not to become roasted bread,” you laughed when you saw Carlisle's smile.
“It will still look good on you,” he added. You blushed and looked out the window, avoiding further conversation, knowing it could lead to something more, just like Carlisle. He did it to see if there was still a spark.
When you got home, Carlisle took your suitcase down, you went inside and it was quiet. “Your mom is upstairs,” he indirectly asked you to go to her, while he left your luggage in your room. You knocked on the door and no one answered. You opened the door and found her sleepy, lying on the headboard of the bed. “Mom...” you whispered softly. You walked towards her and called her again, “Mom, I'm home.” When she heard your voice, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at you, and smiled.
“Sweetie, you're home,” she hugged you and rubbed your back. “Take a rest, I'm going to my room. I'll tell you everything tomorrow, alright?” Your mother nodded, settling down under the comforter. You closed her bedroom door and went into yours, sitting on the edge of the bed.
After putting away the clean clothes from your suitcase, you filled a basket with dirty laundry to take to the laundry room. You went down to the kitchen, and everything was still off. You entered the laundry room and down the hall, you saw a small glimpse of light through the small opening in Carlisle's office. You left the clothes in the washing machine and walked slowly toward the door. There was no one there. You turned off the light, and when you closed the door, Carlisle's harsh voice echoed in your ears, “Why did you turn it off?” You touched your chest, feeling your heart beating strongly.
You looked up and saw him looking tired, wearing his glasses. “I-I thought you left it on by accident, sorry,” you said, then tried to walk past him, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. You turned to look at him and his hand on your wrist. Your words stuck in your throat. He wanted to pull you close and devour you, but he restrained himself. He let go of your hand and rubbed his fingers, feeling you warmer than normal.
“I'm going to make tea. Want some?” you finally said, trying to break the tense moment. He nodded, “Just let me know, darling.” After his words, he went into the office, closing the door behind him.
As you walked to the kitchen, you couldn't leave your wrist alone. You could still feel his hand there. You put the pot of water on the stove and waited for it to boil.
You walked slowly back to Carlisle's office and knocked on the door. “Tea is ready,” you said against the door. Carlisle got up and opened the door, finding you standing there. You stepped back, and he stepped beside you, walking toward the kitchen. As you followed him, you noticed his broad back and how much taller he was than you. Carlisle took a cup that was sitting on the countertop of the island. “Thank you.”
You nodded and took your cup, bringing it to your lips and sipping a little, still without taking your eyes off Carlisle. “Very entertaining to watch me?” His words took you by surprise. You put the cup down on the counter and shook your head, saying nothing. “You like it, don't you?” You remained silent, not even sighing. “Answer me,” he demanded, his voice firmer. You swallowed hard, and Carlisle could tell, as your body tensed and your eyes avoided his, your fingers anxiously tapping the cup.
“It's been a long time since I saw you like this...” you whispered. “Like what?” He took a step toward you, watching you shrink back. “Face to face,” you blurted out, staring at his hand resting on the countertop. “Mmh, when?” His voice became hoarse and rough. Carlisle knew when the last time they had been this close was, a few months ago, when both went camping. He just wanted to hear it from you, longing to hear your soft voice against his ear. His desire to touch you was consuming him; your body attracted him, as did your warmth and soft scent. You drove him crazy.
“When we were away from home, we went camping,” you said, still not looking at him. “Mmh, I remember now...” His last word came out lazily from his mouth. He lifted your chin with his hand to raise your face so you would look him in the eyes. Your body trembled, your spine tingled, and your legs buckled. Carlisle noticed, smiled, and enjoyed seeing the effect he had on you in front of him. “What do you want?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for your answer to come out of your lips, which he wanted to devour.
You looked him in the eyes, begging him to let you go. You were both very exposed to your mother's gaze. “Carlisle... please,” you whispered. “Please what?” he said brusquely, squeezing your chin with his fingers. You whimpered and shuddered, your body craving his touch, but you were resisting. “Say it, I can feel your heat, princess...” he whispered against your neck, making your hair stand on end. His hand gently touched your belly, and slowly covered your center, with his whole hand he could feel it all. “You're hot in here...” he said against your ear. You sighed and closed your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Want me to touch you more?” His playful tone made you even hotter, your insides tightening, trying to relieve the urgency to be touched and pleased.
You nodded slowly, watching as he sat up and pressed himself against your body, holding your lower back and the nape of your neck, his lips gently touching yours, as if you were fragile. You gasped against his mouth, squeezing his shirt and pulling him toward you. “You needy, baby?” he whispered between kisses, smiling as he kissed you. You nodded, kissing him roughly, as if you hadn't eaten in days. The kisses became more desperate, urgent, needy, showing that you missed each other after days without contact; his body squeezing you, his arms wrapping around your ribs and back. You gasped against his mouth once more, allowing his tongue to touch yours, the taste so intoxicating that your legs weakened.
Carlisle picked you up and lifted you onto the counter, spreading your legs so he could position himself between them. “I missed your skin, lips... everything,” he whispered as he touched your hips, pausing at the elastic of your pajama pants. He pulled the elastic and slid it down from your thighs to your ankles. He took them and placed them on the floor, caressing your legs, slowly reaching your panties. “Should I leave 'em? Or take 'em with me?”
Your core tingled, you sighed, and gently bit your lower lip. “You can keep them...” you whispered, your heart wanting to leap out of your chest.
Slowly, Carlisle slid the thin fabric of your panties down your legs, then placed them in his pants pocket. He spread your legs wide, watching as your lips parted and clearly revealing how wet you already were. “Dripping already, princess?” His hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine. He gently placed two fingers on your folds, and you jolted when you felt his cold fingers rubbing against them. You gasped when you felt the tip of his finger trying to enter, teasing you, but he went back to rubbing his fingers against your clit.
Carlisle enjoyed watching you melt and feeling his fingers slide through your folds. You were so wet that he could easily enter you with two fingers. He rubbed your swollen clit in circles, listening to your moans and whimpers. “Shit...” you cursed under your breath, biting your lip and watching his fingers move. “Feels good, baby? Missed being touched like this?” he said as he grabbed your waist with one arm, pulling you closer to him. Slowly, he inserted two fingers into your center, feeling how tight it was, so tight that he could feel his fingers being crushed. “Fuck... you're damn tight.” He didn't remember you being so tight, but after these days, you hadn't even come close to having anything else with a guy during your trip, not even to please yourself.
“Kept this pussy just for me, didn't you?” You nodded, panting on his shoulder. He began to stimulate the movement of his fingers, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace, creating wet sounds as they moved. You felt him stretching your walls with each thrust of his fingers. He increased his speed, and you were already losing the strength to hold yourself up. Carlisle noticed and grabbed you tightly from behind, pressing your chest against his side, without stopping fucking you with his fingers.
“I'm close, don't stop,” you whispered in his neck, grabbing his other shoulder and stretching his shirt. Carlisle smiled when he saw you clutching his clothes and continued thrusting, feeling your walls tighten. You moaned, and your inner walls pushed Carlisle's fingers, contracting around them. “Yeah, so good, princess,” he whispered and planted a kiss on your cheek. His fingers, wet with your cum, were placed a few inches from your mouth, waiting for you to open it. “Open,” he demanded, and you obeyed.
You sucked Carlisle's fingers, maintaining eye contact with him, savoring your wetness, running your warm tongue over his fingers. He got even harder than he already was. He growled and removed his fingers from your mouth, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you desperately. “You drive me so fucking crazy, princess,” he whispered between kisses, running his fingers through your hair, pressing your face against his. “I'll show you how much I need this tight pussy.”
apology/disclaimer: I regret not having interacted with some of you. I know I have neglected this, but I just want to apologize for not doing what I want to do for all of you. If I could, I would create the fic/blurbs that you ask me for so much. But as a writer with about four years of experience, I still find it difficult to find inspiration. These past few weeks have been chaotic for me, and I don't want to overwhelm you or give you poor work. That's why it's taking me so long to upload this fic. Once again, I apologize for not being able to please everyone with their requests. I'll get to the pending ones soon. For now, I hope you enjoyed it. Stay healthy and have a good life, Penny.
