And here is the first installment of the deleted scenes for "Waking Up in Vegas". We're going to go in chronological order, so here it is, "The Wedding Night".
Remember, this is "M" rated, so no kiddies!
Christine giggled hysterically as they moved through the hallway of the hotel. Finally, her giggles got so bad she could hardly breathe or walk. Erik's reaction was to swoop her up in his arms and rush even faster down the hall. "Almost to the room, my beautiful bride." She responded by kissing his neck repeatedly, adding in a few nibbles, causing him to groan as he fumbled in his pocket for the room key.
They finally made it into the room. Erik slammed the door shut, and, kicking off his shoes and socks, turned to see Christine already fumbling her way out of her shirt after she had placed the complimentary champagne on the table. He moaned and went to her side, whispering "Let me help you with that." He pulled the shirt over head, then dragged his fingers down her sides. Her skin felt so soft under his fingertips, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. She closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the feel of him. Then she moved her hands and began pulling off his shirt.
Christine hummed in appreciation as she took in his form. She ran her hands across his chest and Erik moaned again. Her touch moved him to action again, and he quickly removed her skirt and bra, laying her out on the bed in just the briefest of underwear. He gazed at her, almost unbelieving at his good luck. Here was the woman of his dreams, the woman he had longed for. He leaned over her, kissing her as he removed his pants and boxers. He slipped his fingers under the lace, sliding it down slowly as if he were opening a precious gift. Erik laid a soft kiss on her hip, and then kissed his way up her body.
She sighed as she felt his lips. Occasionally his mask would graze her skin, but instead of distracting her it would add to all the sensations she was feeling of being with this mysterious man. As he moved even closer, Christine moaned, aching for him. "Please… I need you." She murmured. Erik grew even harder at her words. He couldn't wait any longer. He began kissing her, intensifying the kisses as he slipped inside of her.
Simultaneously they moaned at their joining. Erik held still for a moment, trying to memorize the sensation of being inside her. She squirmed, waiting for him to move. After what felt like forever, he began moving, slowly moving, enjoying her moans and gasps. Christine wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and saying urgently "More, more". Something in Erik's mind snapped at that point, and he lost all control. He began moving harder and faster, urged on by her screams. Finally Christine screamed out her release, and Erik followed her quickly.
After laying there for a few moments, Erik slowly stood, walking over to grab the champagne and two cups. He quickly poured them a small amount, handing her on cup and raising his in a toast. "Here's to us, my dear." They both drank, and then Christine held her hand out to him, beckoning to him. "Get over here, you." She said with a tone in her voice that caused Erik to ache again. "I'm ready for more." He grinned almost wolfishly. "Well, I can't say no to my bride, now can I?"
So you know the drill. Hit that little blue button, and tell me what you think of the Tequila-induced wedding night.