Hi everyone! Im back! :)

Sorry that it has been so long. My finger is now fully healed, and I should be back to at *least* weekly updates.

This chapter was SUPER hard to write. WhileI myself am definitely not a virgin, I have never had an orgasm during sex. So it was like writing about going skydiving while never actually doing it. I hope I did well!

Thank you to everyone who refreshes the page every day to check for a new chapter! And thank you to all the followers and commenters. You are all wonderful!

Sorry that I left you on such a cliffhanger. I felt really bad about that! Haha. I will try not to do that again.

This chapter is fairly short, but took me ages to write. Usually I write one chapter in about 3 hours or so. This took me like 2 days. So, yeah. Really hard.

Anyway! Enjoy, all my little Carlisle-Lovers!

xo

Chelsea

When I walked into Carlisle's study I found a small, neatly folded stacks of clothes, a pair of shoes, and a large boutique shopping bag. And a note, with the same cursive as the sonnet it my book:

Chelsea,

Your mother thinks you are staying here tonight with me, and going to school tomorrow. I have left you some clothes for tomorrow, and some to sleep in.

I hope you liked the eggplant! Oh, and have fun…

Alice xo

I smiled at the note. I had never formally met this Alice myself, but she seemed so familiar with me.

I put the note down and picked up the first stack of clothes. Three quarter length tight black pants with a slight shimmer, and a white tunic type top with intricately beaded flowers around the neck and cuffs. There were also some white shimmery flats on the floor directly under where the stack had been. The clothes were beautiful and completely my style. How did she know? I suppose she had seen me around school a few times and noticed what I wear?

I put the stack of clothes back down, now unfolded, and went over to the boutique shopping bag. I removed the light pink tissue paper and gasped. It was lingerie. White and lacy and very, very sheer. My cheeks began to redden immediately. There was no way I could wear this! Why would she leave this for me to "sleep" in. Maybe Carlisle will understand if I tell him I have to sleep in my clothes tonight.

I sat down in Carlisle's antique arm chair and put my head in my hands. Get a grip! I chided myself. He is a doctor. It isn't as if he has never seen a naked woman before. And besides, he already said we couldn't… do anything.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. I could either wear the lingerie and see how that goes, or wear the shirt I was wearing now with my jeans. I took another look at the boutique bag and decided to put it on. I may as well not waste them… They looked very expensive.

I lifted the white lace out of the bag and found another little note at the bottom.

Good choice… A xo

It filled me with a tiny bit more confidence reading the note. Maybe this will go well.

I removed all of my clothes and carefully replaced them with the chemise and panties. They fit me perfectly, like they had been made for me. But I couldn't help the feeling they were a little bit too bridal. I mean, the white, the lace… I shook my head. I was over thinking it. Breathe, Chelsea. Breathe.

I ran my fingers through my hair and pinched my cheeks a little. My stomach started churning in anticipation as I realise I was about to walk into Carlisles bedroom. In sheer lace. On our first "date". My mother would kill me! I laughed a little hysterically at that. I had never thought I would ever do something like this. I never thought any boys noticed me, let alone my devastatingly gorgeous biology teacher.

I went through what I was going to say in my head as I left the study and made my way to the bedroom door. Should I knock? No. I will just walk in. I slowly gripped the brass handle and began to turn, my heart racing and sending blood to my cheeks. I didn't realise I was holding my breath until my lungs began to burn. I let out the air with a whoosh, and finally opened the door completely.

Carlisle was on the bed in striped cotton pyjama pants and a white shirt, his muscles perfectly defined through the fabric. I couldn't dare look at his face yet, so I just looked at his chest. I waited for him to stay something, to move, to breath. But nothing happened.

I took a deep breath.

"Well… what do you think?" I asked meekly. He didn't say a word, and I watched him rise from the bed. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing but before I got the chance, he was in front of me. He slowly reached towards me and gently ran his fingers along the lace of the chemise. I closed my eyes and focused on his touch. My breath caught when his finger gently skimmed over my breast. I opened my eyes again, and was silently begging him. Please, Carlisle. I need something. Anything.

He seemed to understand what I needed, and his lips came towards mine with such force it knocked the breath right out of me. My hands went to his neck and found their way into his hair. I pulled lightly, which made him groan. He took my bottom lip in his and sucked gently which in turn made me groan right back at him. I gripped him tighter and I felt myself being lifted off the ground.

My legs involuntarily wound around his waist and he carried me towards the wall next to us. He was pinning me to the wall, my legs around his waist and my hands in his hair. I could feel his hard need tense against my core. I broke away from his lips to trail my own along the line of his jaw, down his neck, and along his collarbone. He moaned a little louder than before when I parted my lips and flicked my tongue across his skin. I felt him tense against me again.

"Chelsea… What have you done to me…" He groaned, almost sounding like he was in pain. I took it as a good sign and let my tongue lick his skin again lightly. I loved how he came undone at my touch.

I brought my face back up to his. I had never had someone look at me with such intensity. Such fierce, glowing desire. And it felt wonderful. His touch was like fire, despite his icy fingers. When he kissed me, his lips were molten against mine. And his eyes. They were like a rolling river of liquid gold.

"I need you, Carlisle" I moaned, as I pressed my lips against his again. He kissed me back with an amazing passion. I felt him twitch against me again. "Do you… Do you want me to touch you?" I asked timidly, pulling back from his mouth.

He hesitated before answering, "Nothing would make me happier, but I do not want to force you. I want you only to do what you are comfortable with."

I smiled at him and gave him a long, soft kiss. "Bring us to the bed…" I whispered. As soon as the words left my mouth, we were there. He placed me down gently at the side of the bed, and stood in front of me. I tugged on his shirt, "Take this off." He immediately removed his shirt and I gasped. His chest was perfect, pale white and defined but soft. I couldn't help myself but to reach up and run my fingers from his chest down to the V shape above his pants.

As he was standing in front of me, I could see his erection clearly outlined by the fabric.

"Take these off too…" I whispered again. I looked up at him, as he hesitated. He had a worried expression on his face. I gave him a reassuring smile. He returned it, and I heard fabric moving. I looked back down and gasped. He was free from his pants, which were around his ankles now. His length was now straight and erect, and I got the overwhelming urge to put it in my mouth. I ran my fingers down the side of his shaft and felt him stiffen and tense. I did it again and he took in a sharp breath. I curled my fingers around him at the tip, and stroked down.

"Oh my god, Chelsea…" He moaned, making my own arousal grow. I got into a very slow rhythm of stroke him, and couldn't help but smirk when he would moan. I had single handedly brought the perfect, level headed, unwaveringly controlled doctor to rubble. I am sure many women had tried, and failed, to flirt with him and seduce him at the hospital. And he chose me.

Mine.

"I want to try something, ok?"

"Please, Chelsea, you can do whatever you want to me…" I loved the way he said my name.

I leaned forward and licked the drop of glistening liquid that had formed on the tip of him, and he let out a moan more urgent and louder than those before. He tasted like his scent, only a lot stronger and a little saltier.

I licked him again and he gasped. "Please…" He whispered as I felt him twitch against my hand again. I knew what he wanted from me.

I licked one more time, and opened my mouth a tiny amount. I moved my head forward more and took an inch of him in my mouth. I sucked gently, and felt him twitch in my mouth. I felt him run his hand through my hair to the back of my head. He gripped my hair at the roots very gently, and I moaned at his touch.

I moved my head and took more of him in my mouth. He responded with a gasp, and tightened his grip very slightly. I started to bob my head back and forwards, taking the two inches I had of him in my mouth and back out again.

"Chelsea… If you keep doing that, I wont be able to last much longer at all…" He whispered fervently. I looked up into his eyes and gave him a smirk. I swirled my tongue around his tip and sucked harder. "Sweetheart, you need to stop… You're going to make me come undone…" He moaned.

I swirled my tongue again, and decided not to follow his advice. I moved my head and began to take his whole length in my mouth. He was filling my mouth completely now. I heard him moaning and my name spilling from his lips as I took him in and out of my mouth.

"Chelsea… I am going to cum!" He gasped, so I pushed my head down and took all of him in again and sucked harder. He began to twitch and his grip on my hair tightened. He was groaning as I felt a cool liquid flowing from him, into my mouth and down my throat.

I swallowed all of him, and he left my mouth. I looked up at him with a smile and he had a look of complete shock on his face. He started shaking his head, and I began to worry. Was I not very good?

"Was that… Was that ok?" I asked, feeling a little crestfallen at his expression.

"Are you serious?" He replied, his expression softening a little. "That was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt." He gave me a dazzling smile, and sat next to me on the bed. "I think it is your turn…"

Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine. His tongue gently ran along my lips and I parted them. He lifted me onto his lap and put one of his arms around me. I put my arms around his neck.

He broke from my lips and began kissing along my jaw and my neck. I felt his teeth graze against me, very lightly, and I shuddered. He began lightly nipping my skin and I felt myself become more aroused. One of his hands came up to my chest and gently started caressing my right breast. He was stroking me through the lace, and my nipples hardened. He pinched one very gently and bit my neck again very lightly.

"I think this needs to go," He growled into my neck while hooking a finger under a strap of the chemise. I just nodded, lost for words. I heard fabric tearing, and looked at Carlisle with surprise. He smiled sheepishly. "Oops," he said sarcastically. I laughed as he threw the now destroyed chemise on the floor. "Much better…" He murmured as he resumed caressing my breasts.

It was beginning to become too much. All the affection and the need that I felt for him was building up and I needed a release. I looked down into his eyes with a pleading expression.

He brought a hand up to stroke my cheek, leaving a trail of fire. His expression was wary.

"I need you. All of you…"

He smiled at me and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me with such love that it almost made me tear up. There was so much love in everything that he did, whether it be just a smile or when he said my name. "As I need you. Are you sure you are ready? I know we had decided to wait…" He said quietly as he moved away from my lips.

"Why should we wait? We already know that we will have forever. Why shouldn't we start now?"

He didn't reply, but instead lifted me and laid me on my back. He hooked his fingers under the matching lace panties and slowly pulled them down my legs. My breathing became shallow as his fingers traced up and down my thighs, as if waiting for permission to go further. I silently gave him his answer by parting my legs. His fingers trailed up the inside of my thighs, and rested just before where I wanted him most. I looked at his face which has a concerned expression.

"I am ready for you, Carlisle. I have always been ready." I cooed softly. "I want you."

"It may hurt…"

"I know. And I don't care. I want you. I have wanted this for so long."

My words seemed to calm him, and he moved so he was now between my legs. I felt his tip gently resting against my entrance. My breath began to quicken at the thought of him being inside me.

His eyes were still locked on mine, asking for permission. Asking me to tell him again that I needed him, that I wanted him.

"Please, Carlisle. Make me yours."

The pain was almost unbearable, but the coolness of his skin helped a lot. I cried out as he entered me, from pain and pleasure. I felt so entirely full. Full of him, full of his love. It felt like a piece of my soul had finally found its way home.

He began moving slowly inside me, and my pleasure began to stir and rise. I found myself moaning his name, moaning words of love against my will. I couldn't stop myself. He was doing the same as he entered and left me over and over.

I felt my insides become tense, and the pleasure was burning through me. He had set me on fire. I cried out as he plunged into me again, and knew I was close.

"I am so close, Carlisle-"

"I know, my love. I am as well. Cum with me, sweetheart. Let it go," he whispered, as he brought his face closer to mine. His lips crashed against mine and I let go.

Wave after wave of pure bliss washed over me, animalistic noises escaped my mouth, and tears formed in my eyes. My toes curled and my back arched. I felt Carlisle twitching inside me as his thrusts became deeper. His face contorted from his pleasure and I felt his cool liquid filling me, which just added to the intensity of my own orgasm.

My veins were on fire, and my whole body was flushed. I was sticky with sweat, but Carlisle was still his smooth and cool self.

"That was just-" Carlisle began.

"I know."

"And you were so perfect. So beautiful,"

"Thank you. I have never felt so wonderful before."

"I dont think we will be leaving this bed for a long time," he chuckled. I smiled up at him. He pulled himself out of me and stood up. "I will be back in a moment." He gracefully striped out of the room.

I took this moment alone to calm myself. I had just made love with teacher. Who is a vampire. Who is absolutely the most wonderful, amazing, perfect, gorgeous, attractive-

My thoughts were interrupted by Carlisle entering the room again. He was holding a towel and a glass of water. Both were handed to me, and I took a large sip from the glass first.

I patted myself dry with the towel, and then patted between my legs where Carlisle and my own liquid had started to seep out.

He laid beside me, and outstretched his arm. I laid my head down in the little crook of his neck and sighed contentedly as his arm wound around me. He kissed the top of my head, and sighed as well.

"Chelsea, today has been the most amazing day of my life." He murmured into my hair. "You don't know how long I have waited for you. To find you. I have been so lonely."

"I know how you feel. I think I was always meant to find you."

"I think you were too."

After a few minutes I felt my eyes beginning to get heavy.

"Go to sleep, my love." He whispered, as his thumb traced little circles on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and felt my body relax.

Soon after, I was asleep.