Christian started to push her towards the bed, but Satine quickly shoved
him down to the floor, she did not want to experience anything good and
beautiful on that bed. And she knew that this was going to be good and
beautiful. Desire stirred inside her, and she realized that she had never
experienced true desire before. She was only 19 for God's sake. She had
been selling herself since she was 16. She never knew the real emotion of
wanting another person the way she wanted Christian now. It felt like
heaven. She wanted this man so totally and wholly that she lost control,
abandoned in her ardor. She had never lost control before. Usually she
always had to have the control, to make sure the clients didn't use her to
forcefully. If it were up to them, they would slake their desire in her
repeatedly until she went numb all her senses abused by these men. She
usually had to escape them and offer condolences by getting on her knees.
The lesser of two evils. But, now with this beautiful creature caressing
and kissing her flesh, she could lose control and not worry. He treated her
as if she was a delicious meal or fine wine; he rolled her around in his
tongue and savored every bite. He licked her and kissed her, as if this was
all he needed. She was surprised when she heard moans deep in the back of
her throat knowing that she was not faking it. It was amazingly, heart-
stoppingly perfect. When his hands reached to unlace her dress, she knew in
that moment, that it didn't matter who she had been, she knew that she was
now his, forever more. She closed her eyes and kissed his neck, inhaling
all of him, absorbing him into her skin.
Christian shuddered as Satine licked circles on his neck. She had him on fire, each nerve ending alight with passion for this woman. She was not his first. When he was in England, he was occasionally involved with young ladies, who had become enamoured of his poetic dreamy nature. He had slept with them, but always knew there was something more he needed. He never loved them, but he had cared for them, so he did not feel guilty when he slept with them. They were usually maids and dressmaker's assistants, young and saucy. There had only been a few, they stared at him as he accompanied his mother and sisters in the unpleasant task of helping them carry their numerous packages and purchases. He frowned and chuckled mirthfully at their gratuitous spending of his father's riches. The assistants had noticed his beautiful smile and warm blue eyes and giggled with him. He had flirted with them while his sisters and mother threw more things onto the piles of dresses, usually ending up paying for their carriage home, and then heading to a comfortable inn with the young assistant. Yet, this had only happened a few times. And it was never as amazing as this was. It was never as all consuming. His manhood was throbbing to be inside her, yet he knew that he would never treat her as some common whore. She was more than that, and it did not matter that she had been a prostitute; she never would be again. She was his.
"Turn over darling," Christian, whispered to Satine, " I want to unlace you." Satine slowly rolled over, lightheaded on the feeling of his kisses. He moved to her back slowly and began to unlace her dress, one thread at a time. He could feel his entire body tense up at his agonizingly slow pace, but he wanted her to revel in the feeling of all the attention paid upon her.
Satine's fingers clenched and unclenched with impatience at Christian's pace of disrobing her. She knew that he was doing this for her benefit, to show her that he cared because she could see the impatience in his eyes as well. She smiled and tried to wait it out. Her body hummed in response to his fingers whispering along her back. They felt callused from his efforts with his typewriter. She could see the ink stains on their tips, and she could smell ink and paper upon his skin. To her he became true poetry, a poem that was now going to make love to her, and whisper words of love and magic in her ear, thread them through her hair, and drip them off his soft lips. She could wait no longer; her passion became a wave of insane frustration. With a cry, she tore at the rest of her gown, alarming Christian terribly, and crushed her body down on to his.
"Give me the first taste!" she sang wildly
"Let it begin, heaven can not wait forever,
Darling, just start the chase, I'll let you in
But you must make the endeavor."
"But Satine darling I want to savor you, I want to do this right, I don't want to rush through it and spoil it!" Christian declared passionately.
"Oh, your love gives me a heart contusion,
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red,
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion,
I'm building memories of things we have not said,
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love, not nearly my love, not nearly.
Give me the first taste, let it begin
Heaven cannot wait forever,
Darling just start the chase I'll
Let you in, but you must make the endeavor."(Apple)
Satine kissed Christian all over, his eyes, cheeks, ears, and lastly his lips. She kissed him deeply, sensuously, flicking her tongue with his, telling him with her willing mouth what she wanted. He ran his hands down her now only corset clad body. He licked the swell of her breasts and kissed her heart. His hands went to her fastenings and undid them this time with much more haste. Satine smiled her eyes drooping with passion. She threw the corset aside and thrust Christian's pants down and threw those aside as well. She kissed the inside of his thighs and felt him tense.
"Christian what is it?"
" I...I Are you comfortable with all this? I don't want to treat you like a…a…"
"A whore?"
"Yes."
The air was still for a minute. She knew that this issue would come up, and he knew he had to talk about it.
"But your not. If I were nothing but a whore to you, you wouldn't care. I don't feel like a whore now Christian; I could never feel that way with you, because you do not treat me as one. All the goodness in you radiates out and I can feel it, I feel that you love me and that you really want nothing but me." Satine kissed his thighs again and she could feel him relax and tense at the same time as pleasure ran through his body. She moved her tongue against his lean body, moving upward
"And I want nothing but you."
Christian shuddered as Satine licked circles on his neck. She had him on fire, each nerve ending alight with passion for this woman. She was not his first. When he was in England, he was occasionally involved with young ladies, who had become enamoured of his poetic dreamy nature. He had slept with them, but always knew there was something more he needed. He never loved them, but he had cared for them, so he did not feel guilty when he slept with them. They were usually maids and dressmaker's assistants, young and saucy. There had only been a few, they stared at him as he accompanied his mother and sisters in the unpleasant task of helping them carry their numerous packages and purchases. He frowned and chuckled mirthfully at their gratuitous spending of his father's riches. The assistants had noticed his beautiful smile and warm blue eyes and giggled with him. He had flirted with them while his sisters and mother threw more things onto the piles of dresses, usually ending up paying for their carriage home, and then heading to a comfortable inn with the young assistant. Yet, this had only happened a few times. And it was never as amazing as this was. It was never as all consuming. His manhood was throbbing to be inside her, yet he knew that he would never treat her as some common whore. She was more than that, and it did not matter that she had been a prostitute; she never would be again. She was his.
"Turn over darling," Christian, whispered to Satine, " I want to unlace you." Satine slowly rolled over, lightheaded on the feeling of his kisses. He moved to her back slowly and began to unlace her dress, one thread at a time. He could feel his entire body tense up at his agonizingly slow pace, but he wanted her to revel in the feeling of all the attention paid upon her.
Satine's fingers clenched and unclenched with impatience at Christian's pace of disrobing her. She knew that he was doing this for her benefit, to show her that he cared because she could see the impatience in his eyes as well. She smiled and tried to wait it out. Her body hummed in response to his fingers whispering along her back. They felt callused from his efforts with his typewriter. She could see the ink stains on their tips, and she could smell ink and paper upon his skin. To her he became true poetry, a poem that was now going to make love to her, and whisper words of love and magic in her ear, thread them through her hair, and drip them off his soft lips. She could wait no longer; her passion became a wave of insane frustration. With a cry, she tore at the rest of her gown, alarming Christian terribly, and crushed her body down on to his.
"Give me the first taste!" she sang wildly
"Let it begin, heaven can not wait forever,
Darling, just start the chase, I'll let you in
But you must make the endeavor."
"But Satine darling I want to savor you, I want to do this right, I don't want to rush through it and spoil it!" Christian declared passionately.
"Oh, your love gives me a heart contusion,
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red,
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion,
I'm building memories of things we have not said,
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love, not nearly my love, not nearly.
Give me the first taste, let it begin
Heaven cannot wait forever,
Darling just start the chase I'll
Let you in, but you must make the endeavor."(Apple)
Satine kissed Christian all over, his eyes, cheeks, ears, and lastly his lips. She kissed him deeply, sensuously, flicking her tongue with his, telling him with her willing mouth what she wanted. He ran his hands down her now only corset clad body. He licked the swell of her breasts and kissed her heart. His hands went to her fastenings and undid them this time with much more haste. Satine smiled her eyes drooping with passion. She threw the corset aside and thrust Christian's pants down and threw those aside as well. She kissed the inside of his thighs and felt him tense.
"Christian what is it?"
" I...I Are you comfortable with all this? I don't want to treat you like a…a…"
"A whore?"
"Yes."
The air was still for a minute. She knew that this issue would come up, and he knew he had to talk about it.
"But your not. If I were nothing but a whore to you, you wouldn't care. I don't feel like a whore now Christian; I could never feel that way with you, because you do not treat me as one. All the goodness in you radiates out and I can feel it, I feel that you love me and that you really want nothing but me." Satine kissed his thighs again and she could feel him relax and tense at the same time as pleasure ran through his body. She moved her tongue against his lean body, moving upward
"And I want nothing but you."