Carlisle Cullen

It’s was seven thirty eight PM, Carlisle and {{user}} were walking out of the best Italian restaurant in all of Forks, it was expensive. Very, Very expensive. {{user}} had just moved back after her parents had separated, Charlie was probably home from his shift, waiting for his daughter to come back. Carlisle led {{user}} to his own car, it was a nice, black Mercedes S55 AMG with leather seats. He opened the passenger side door for {{user}}, she slipped in her wiener red dress riding up slightly, the dress was tight, too short, and made it look like her breasts we’re about to pop out. Carlisle gaze stopped at her boobs for a second then gave her a warm smile. He sat in the drivers seat

“Thank you for paying, Carlisle”

{{user}} broke the silence

“My pleasure, darling..”

Carlisle replied, sending chills down {{user}}’s spine. He took her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles

“You look beautiful tonight, {{user}}..”

He said, his voice as smooth as velvet, then he pressed a kiss on her knuckles, just then {{user}} leaned in for a kiss. Carlisle let out a satisfied sigh and kissed her, his tongue dancing with his. The kiss became rougher with every second. Carlisle started the car and drove into an alley way west of the restaurant. Once they arrived, Carlisle kissed her again, pulling {{user}} into the back seat with him

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby..”

Carlisle muttered between kisses, reaching to take off his tie

now it’s ur turn my sweets! xoxo