A/N: This is the first time I've attempted something so detailed. The scene in the living room where they argue, and then begin to kiss..that was the accident that I mentioned earlier. It just sort of happened and I thought "what a sexy way for them to wind up in bed." It was like neither of them planned, yet it's fitting. They're both incredibly passionate people. Arguing simply brought it out, and made them act on their underlying desires. Please tell me what you think, whether you liked it or not. I tried to keep it as ...artistic as possible, without resorting to too much pornographic monologue. Again, please R&R, and from the bottom of my heart, thank you for sticking with me. I write for you.
Christine gasped, her back arching as Erik pressed her down into the mattress. They had come into his room, and he had picked her up, placing her on the bed, then placed his body above hers. He began placing kisses on any piece of available skin; her cheeks, her neck, collarbone, the swell of her breasts. Her hands were on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. Her eyes closed and her lip found its way between her lips as she pressed her hips up against his, eliciting a growl from Erik. He looked down at her, his hands moving to her hips, and holding them down as his lips began to move lower, moving between her still-clothed breasts.
Christine groaned in frustration, squirming beneath him as his teeth and then lips grazed the pale skin of her chest. "Erik-" Any further complaint was lost once his mouth closed over a breast. The heat of his mouth sinking through the fabric of her bra. She could feel the brush of his tongue against her throbbing nipple through the material. She moaned, her eyes closing yet again as a wave of pleasure moved through her, settling her lower stomach, fueling the fire that had already begun to gather there. She reached behind her back, quickly unhooking the troubling piece of clothing. Erik pulled the straps from her shoulders, then quickly flung the bra behind him.
He looked down at her, taking in the sight of her perfect breasts. Her chest rose in fell quickly, her breasts swaying with the movement of each breath. She blushed, feeling self conscious by his stare, and moved to cover her chest with her arms. Erik grabbed her wrists, pinning them together by her head, preventing any concealment. He looked into her eyes, and Christine felt a tingling between her thighs. She watched as Erik moved his free hand, placing it on her shoulder, a soft caress that had her longing for his hand to finally touch her bare breasts.
She didn't have to wait long. He began trailing his hand down, his fingers skating over her silky skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body as he finally cupped her breast, his palm pressing against her aching nipple. In the same moment, he leaned forward again, his lips closing over her other nipple, before sweeping his tongue over the stiff peak. Christine moaned, writhing beneath him as he continued to attend to her breasts with his mouth and hand, making her lightheaded with pleasure.
She was hardly aware of it when his lips began trailing away, down her ribcage and over her stomach. Her breath caught as his tongue swept over the trembling skin of her stomach. He had released her wrists, and now his hands were smoothing down her sides. He grabbed her hips, placing a line of kissed along the skin above her panties. She looked down at him, knowing the dark longing that was in his eyes was reflected in hers.
He hooked his fingers under the waist of her panties, tugging them down her hips, then removing them with one, impatient tug. If he hadn't have been hard before, the sight of her completely naked beneath him would have surely down it. His eyes moved from hers, down her body, settling on the small patch of hair between her legs. She was trembling, but he knew it wasn't in fear, but in anticipation, something he himself was feeling. He placed his hand on her knee, softly and gently moving it up her thigh before resting it on her hip. He slowly leaned forward, placing a kiss on the opposite as Christine unconsciously opened her legs further, as if to invite further exploration.
She sharply released the breath she'd been holding as his lips moved to her inner thigh. His tongue brushed against the silky flesh, his breath fanning against her skin, causing a shiver to race up her spine. Her fingers closed over the sheets beneath her, clutching them as his lips began to move away from her thigh. When she felt his tongue brush along her lower lips, she almost came undone right there, however his lips and tongue suddenly moved away. She looked down at his dark head, wondering why he had stopped when she suddenly felt his finger slip between her lips, and brush against her clit, causing her to released a rather ragged sigh.
His finger circled her clit a few times, before lightly rubbing it, sending a fluttering jolt of pleasure to race along her body. Her head fell back against the pillows, her eyes squeezing shut against the strong pleasure she felt. The moan that met her ears when she felt his tongue replace his finger, was almost foreign to her and had she cared, she would have been shocked that it had come from her. Erik's finger slid down along her folds as his tongue moved against her clit. When his finger slipped into her, Christine's hips lifted off the mattress, pressing herself closer against his mouth and hand. Erik lightly sucked on her swollen flesh, his finger slipping in and then out of her. He moved slowly, testing and exploring her with his tongue and fingers, listening to her gasps of pleasure with each stroke of his tongue and each sweep of his fingers. He slid two fingers inside of her, bending them slightly to rub against a spot he had heard was rumored to cause just as much, if not more pleasure to a woman than the clit. When her hips bucked against him, he knew it wasn't such a rumor after all. He slid his fingers in and out with a bit more speed, pumping his hand back and forth as she tongue continued rubbing against her.
Christine's back arched, and her hands found their way into his hair, pressing his face against her as her hips bucked again. She felt pleasure spiraling towards her, causing her to squirm on the bed sheets as it came closer and closer. She gasped, her body tensing as a way of ecstasy hit her, almost overwhelming in its intensity. Erik held her hips down as she moaned in pleasure, her body more flushed than it was before as her climax overcame her. His tongue slipped between her folds, licking up the juices that flowed at of her as she came undone. When she went still he looked up at her while licking his fingers, the taste of her nearly causing him to burst right there.
He kissed a path up her body, before pressing his lips against hers. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, and felt herself become aroused once more. Though this could have also been due to the fact that his hard body was pressing hers down into the mattress, his cock against her stomach. Her hips lifted unconsciously, pressing herself up against him. Wanting more. Needing more.
His eyes stared into hers, seeking her answer in the depths of her dark orbs. He didn't see any hesitation there. Just the same desire and need he himself felt. He kissed her once more, his knee moving between her legs and spreading them once more as he positioned himself between them. She could feel the tip of his member rubbing against her lips before sliding between them. When he placed himself at her entrance, she held her breath, preparing herself for the pain, and the pleasure she would experience. He hesitated slightly, but she leaned up and pressed her lips to his, silently pleading him to continue.
He slowly entered her, grinding his teeth in an attempt to keep his composure. He never could have imagined that this was what it felt like. That this was what Christine felt like. She bit her bottom lip, feeling her body stretch as he continued sliding into her. She gasped at the sudden pain she felt, not necessarily strong, but a bit unexpected. Erik stopped, looking down at her as she adjusted to the feeling. Eventually the pain began to ebb and was replaced by something else entirely.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips moving against his ear as she whispered, "Make love to me Erik."
Erik groaned, his hands grabbing her hips once more as he pressed himself into her completely, causing them both to moan in pleasure. He back pulling out, before slowly sliding back in, moving at first to a steady, slow rhythm. Then he began to move more quickly, his own need causing him to begin thrusting with a need that he need he could no longer ignore. Christine arched her back, her clit rubbing against his pelvis as he moved over her. His movements increased in speed, bringing forth another gathering of pleasure that settled itself in her core, gathering and swelling inside of her, threatening to overwhelm her once more. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer as they both neared their joint release.
Erik's lips claimed hers once again, his hips slamming hers down into the mattress as his body began to shudder. She pressed herself up against him, clinging to him she felt her walls clench around him. She gasped, her head falling back as another wall of pleasure hit her. A moment later, Erik groaned, his body going stiff as he let himself go inside of her. He rolled them over, settling them on their sides as they both came down from the high they were experiencing.
Christine slid a hand over his damp chest, savoring the feeling she was experiencing in his arms. She looked at him, watching his face as he experienced his own release. When his eyes opened to see her looking at him, her smiled, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her close for a kiss, that they soon had to break for need of air.
"I love you," he whispered against her hair, his hand stroking her back.
"I love you too Erik," she replied, before pushing him on his back, straddling him, and kissing him with renewed vigor.