How long had Erik waited for this moment? To have a woman naked before him was something he had only experienced in his dreams up until now. All of the erotic literature and manuals in the world could not have prepared him for this. He knew he had to turn around to face her, but for some odd reason he was frightened. If he did not do it quickly she might assume he was rejecting her, and leave him. He glanced down at the front of his trousers. They were tented, and when he turned she would see the evidence of his desire. He could only hope it would not disgust her.
Erik shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he moved to look at her. Strangely, he did not notice her nudity at first, only the fact that she was shaking from the chill in the air. She had unbound her hair, tossing the pins God knew where, and the curling mass fell over her shoulders and down her back. If he had thought her an intoxicating vision in the dress he had chosen for her, capable of arousing a man by just looking at her; naked her body was capable of reducing a man to nothing but his most base emotions. She stood there, stock still, the candlelight flickering and creating tiny shadows on her skin.
Her skin. There was just so much of it to take in all at once. He began by looking down, and traveled upward, from her feet, traveling up the length of her legs, past her hips, her waist, and then finally her chest. Her calves were curved and soared into voluptuous but firm thighs that just barely touched. Erik could picture his hands gripping her hips as he delved into what lay between them. He wanted to dip his tongue into her navel which lay at the center of her waist. And then lastly there were her breasts, high, round, and full, topped with dusky rose-colored nipples, already standing at attention from the cold.
"Look at me Gia," he said, echoing her words. "Look at the front of my pants. I very much want you."
She did not want to look down. She had been so certain that he would either not turn around or would look away after getting a glimpse of her. Instead his intense eyes had drunk in her entire frame and changed color from grey-blue to green-gold. She dragged her eyes away from his face and did as he bid her, and looked at the place between his legs. The light in the room was not very good, but she could see the outline of his arousal pressed there. Although Gia had never seen a man naked, except in paintings and sculptures in museums, it struck her that Erik looked to be larger than anything she had ever seen. A lump formed in her throat and she tried to swallow to clear it, but found her mouth had gone dry.
Her mind seemed to be incapable of forming words, or even thoughts. Her instinct was to go to him, and open those trousers and see exactly what he looked like beneath them. To take him into her hand, to touch the very thing that made him a man. But she was frozen on the spot, unable to make a move. He did it for her.
Erik removed his black leather gloves as he contemplated the best course of action. He had seen her eyes widen with interest as she looked at him. Her lips were slightly parted, her tongue just visible to him. She had to see herself, see that she was every inch a woman. He took her by the wrist, and walked her over to his mirror, taking position behind her.
Seeing what he was about, Gianna screwed her eyes closed; she would not look upon her naked body in that mirror. His breath was coming in hot gasps against her ear, and she could feel his fully clothed body against her skin. The wool of his trousers was slightly scratchy against her bottom, and she did not want to think about what she could feel against the small of her back. Suddenly she felt both of his hands on her, one traveling down her neck, the other coming around her right hip and sliding up towards her chest. By putting pressure on the left side of her neck with his hand, she turned her head to the right and into his mouth.
Erik kissed her jaw line, her nose, and finally on her eyes. At that, they opened wide, and he could see lurking in the stormy blue of her gaze were golden flecks that reminded him of leaves on a pond in autumn.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, Gia. Look at the picture we make," he drawled. Resigned that he would persist until she complied, Gia opened her eyes, and saw herself for the first time. He brought both his hands up to gently cup the underside of her breasts, his touch almost maddeningly light. She watched him stroke her, teasing her nipples, all the while wishing for more contact. The sensations he was creating threatened to overwhelm her, and once again she closed her eyes.
"No, no my dear, keep your eyes open. I want you to see what I'm doing to you. Look at how you respond to me. You want more, don't you? Tell me you want more, and I will give it to you," he whispered against her cheek, all the while continuing to allow his fingers play along her chest. She opened her eyes once more, and he pinched her right nipple, sending a dart of desire directly to her core.
God help her, she wanted this. She wanted him. She had to have all of him and soon, or she feared she would die from the wanting. Pushing her fears and doubts aside, Gianna leaned back into his broad chest, moaning, "Please Erik, give me more," his name like a prayer on her lips. He slowly began to knead her breasts, and drop sucking kisses along her neck, mumbling against her skin, "Is that enough Gia?"
"More Erik."
He spun her in his arms, so she now could look at him directly, their bodies pressed together intimately. Their mouths met once more, and he nibbled on her lower lip before invading her mouth with his tongue. Clothes, he thought, he was wearing far too many clothes. Already she was pulling at his shirt, attempting to extricate it from his pants. He was loathe to break contact, but he did so in order to shrug out of his jacket and then take off the white lawn shirt.
Erik had the upper body of an ancient Greek statute, the muscles in his abdomen firm and tight, his arms defined and muscular. Dark hair was scattered all over his chest, with a few grey hairs among them. Gia noted that like her, his nipples were hard and erect. Would her touch have the same effect as his? She reached for him and drew circles around one nipple using her right index finger. This time he was the one to close his eyes and moan.
To regain control, he grabbed her shoulders and crushed her to his chest, his hair tickling her. She could feel his arousal between them, and with eager hands Gia began to try to unfasten his trousers. She wanted to be with him skin against skin, nothing between them, not even the air. But her hands were not used to the closures, and she was not very successful, only becoming more frustrated.
"Let me help you," he said with a smile, his mouth curving into one of his patented half grins. He effortlessly popped the top button, then began to draw the trousers down. Gia could not look away, and they fell around his ankles, revealing his masculinity to her hot gaze. How it would ever fit inside her, she could not imagine. As a girl, she had giggled whenever there were nude men in paintings, and her mother had chided her not to look so silly in public. At the time, Gia had found the male anatomy rather humorous, but now looking at Erik she found it beautiful and could only look on it in appreciation.
To divest himself of all his clothing he kicked aside his pants, and then removed his socks and shoes. The only thing left was his mask.
"Please Erik, take it off. I want to see all of you," she said softly, almost inaudibly.
"No, it will only upset you."
"I will be more upset if you do not. I am standing before you naked, nothing to shield me. You use that mask like a shield to keep yourself at a distance from the world. I want there to be no distance between us if we are going to do this. Take it off, or I will leave," she concluded.
He briefly contemplated denying her, to see if she would carry out her threat, but he could not bear the thought of her going after they had come so far. Reluctantly, he took it off, along with the wig, and patiently waited for her to begin screaming hysterically.
"Oh Erik, you are so beautiful, it almost hurts my eyes to look at you," came her voice, husky with want. She pushed him in front of the mirror, and she began running one hand along the ridge the right side of his face, feeling the red and mottled skin. She touched his nose, his brow lovingly, not once shuddering. She titled her head up and began to kiss his face, lingering over the spots he thought would horrify her. Gianna wrapped her hands around his broad back, pressing herself against him, not caring about the scar tissue she could feel on her front, and ran her hands down along his chest. Before long her right hand began to drift down towards, what did he call it, his cock?
Unsure of exactly what to do, but certain she had to touch him, she lightly ran the palm of her hand along the underside of him, which elicited an appreciative moan. Feeling more confident, she wrapped her hand around him, and began to stroke him, all the while watching his reactions in the mirror.
The moment Erik realized that she was about to take him into her hands, he had closed his eyes, unbelieving that this could be happening to him. She was not frightened of him, the only emotion in her eyes was passionate desire. She accepted him for what he was, and did not seem to care his right side was not handsome like his left. She had even called him beautiful. He had thought that he would be the one to seduce and ravish, and here he was being seduced and ravished by a woman whose experience with passion was nearly as limited as his own. As pleasurable as her untutored touch was, if she did not cease her exquisite torture, he would come in her hands instead of inside her.
His voice ragged, he begged her, "You must stop that Gia before I can't contain myself. I want us to climax together in bed. In my bed," putting emphasis on those last three words. He brought his hand down that had been clutching at the back of her thigh to stop her stroking one, and began to guide her toward the bed.
The first thing she felt was the kiss of silk against the backs of her legs as he maneuvered her onto the bed. Gia sat down, then gingerly lay back against the pillows, not certain what to expect next. Erik eased himself down on top of her, using his powerful arms to brace himself at her sides. He had noticed she liked it best when he nuzzled a spot on her neck, just below her ear so he planted a kiss there first and began making his way down. He wanted to go slowly and gently but she was squirming beneath him, her hips already pushing against his. Unable to wait any longer, he brought his mouth to her right breast and begun to suck it while he caressed the other.
Assaulted by pleasure, Gia arched her back and threw her head back. How was it possible to feel this wonderful and not die? Perhaps she would after all. Her heart was racing, and a fine perspiration had erupted on both of them. She could feel pressure building deep within her, just like the dream she had. Desperate for release, she groaned into Erik's ear and wrapped her hands around his shoulders, as he toyed with her nipple using his facile tongue.
Her skin tasted salty from the sweat, and Erik found himself lapping it up with his tongue. He had moved on to her other breast not wanting to deny it the same attention as the other. His right hand slid into the hollow of her waist then down to meet her hip. Before he thrust inside her, he wanted to be sure she was ready to receive him. From his reading, he knew she should be moist as it would ease his passage. He drew his hand through her curls, but the moment he touched her, she became skittish.
"Erik, please don't touch me there, I'm all wet. You will get it on your hands," she said seriously.
"My darling, a woman is supposed to become wet if the man is doing things properly." At that, he slid a single thick finger inside her and continued, "And from the feel of you, it would seem I'm doing something correctly."
She was gripped so tightly around his finger, he shuddered at what she would feel like around the most sensitive part of him. Wanting to feel her climax he slid in another digit and used his thumb to caress the small bundle of nerves between her thighs. Immediately Gia began to thrash beneath him, panting, and keening for release. He felt her inner muscles spasm around his hand, and Erik discovered the act of bringing her to release made him even more aroused.
He also realized that his fingers had been brushing up against an inner barrier. That made no sense, Gianna wasn't a virgin. He sat back on his haunches a moment, and she looked up at him, puzzled.
"Is something wrong?"
"Gia, I think you're still a virgin. I felt something inside you. Are you sure he penetrated you?" He thought about how she had described the rape, and although Gia said she felt him put something inside her, it was possible he hadn't had time to complete the act.
"You told me he ruined your skirt, yes?"
"Yes," she nodded, hoping that he would resume his earlier ministrations. If he rejected her now, she would die. All she cared about was feeling him on top of her and doing something, anything to ease the fierce need that one orgasm had not abated.
"It's possible he never was actually inside you, and if we stop now, you can remain a virgin. But if we go any further, I may be unable to stop myself if you say no. Make your choice Gia: do we take this all the way, or do we stop here, at this moment? I will take you home if you like." At that moment, he prayed to the God he had long since stopped believing in that she did not choose the latter.
Her response was to push herself up with one hand, and use the other to stroke his face and murmured, "Erik, I don't want to wait any longer. I need you."
He collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the pillows, ecstatic she didn't want to stop. He took her mouth in a searing kiss and he used his legs to urge her to open her legs wider. Gia understood what he wanted, and did her best to assist him. She could feel something slipping inside her entrance, to urge him on she started to shift her hips, and she heard a growl erupt from deep within his chest as he sunk into her velvet softness.
For a moment, there was pain, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. Erik saw it, and knowing what it meant to her, what a gift she was giving him, he kissed it away, and asked her, "Are you all right?" Gia nodded amazed he could be so calm. The pain was rapidly fading, and in its place all that remained was a throbbing fullness. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, and she wondered again if it was possible for two people to die doing this.
Christ, she was tight! His body was on fire, and he could only think about driving in and out of her softness until he exploded, but he didn't want to hurt her. He eased back slowly, then surged forward, groaning at the sensation. Her hips rocked to meet his, and she brought her arms around his neck as he began to ride her. Both quickly became lost in each other, he was driving her higher and higher, and her cries of delight were the most erotic music he had ever heard. Anxious to please her, he hitched her legs over his shoulders to get greater penetration. Mindless now, Gia could only clutch at the headboard and use it for leverage as he ravished her.
He could feel his climax coming ever on, and determined to make her come with him, he drove in even harder and deeper and then nearly withdrew before resuming his thrusts. He could not stop crying her name as he plunged into her, all the while she encouraged him by wrenching her hands away from the headboard and digging her short nails into his shoulders. They came together, and he saw stars as his hot seed flooded her, and she vibrated around his cock. Their limbs entwined, and Erik rolled over and pulled Gia to his chest and whispered in her ear his shameful confession, "I have never done that before."
Gia looked into his eyes, and she said in return, "It would seem neither have I." She was lying on top of him and she could see a red stain blossoming on the sheet just next to his hip. "Erik, I'm sorry for ruining your sheets," she apologized.
"I don't care, I have others," his said keeping his voice low as she ran her hands through the hair along his temples. Feeling wicked, Gia deliberately began to rub herself against him, wanting to see his reaction. She found that despite what had just occurred she wanted more of him. Already he was hardening against her thigh so she attacked his mouth, loving the feel of his soft lips against hers.
The last time, he had taken the lead, touching and tasting her chest with his mouth, and she wanted to reciprocate. She made her way leisurely down the column of his neck, pausing at his pulse point to suck hard. She wanted to mark him just as he had that night in the practice room. She felt him suck in a deep breath as she kissed her way down to his nipples, gently biting at them as he had done to hers. She made mental notes of exactly where and how he liked to be touched. Gia worked her way down his chest, but stopped when she reached his hip bones. A part of her wanted to kiss his arousal, but she was afraid that might disgust him, so she began to head back to where she started.
Erik was slightly stunned that Gia wanted him again so quickly. Her deliberate pace was driving him mad, and he knew he could easily flip them over so he could bury himself within her yet again. He was pleased that she was curious as it would bode well for future encounters. This time he would let her take charge, he was frankly interested to see if she even knew sex could take place in this position. He got his answer when she purred in his ear, "Erik can we do it this way? With me on top?" In return he gave her a few simple instructions, and he swore he could feel her entire body turn red.
It was so exciting to be on top, Gia thought. From what he told her, this would be something like riding a horse, but only much more pleasurable. She sat up and licked her lips, hesitating for just a moment before she reached between his legs. He was hard and thick, and yet the skin that covered him was exquisitely soft. She ran her hand around the sensitive crown as she moved into position above him. Sliding down with infinite care, she felt his fullness envelop her once more. Bracing her hands on his chest she began to move up and down, at first moving slowly, but Erik was no longer lying passively beneath her.
He brought his hands up to fondle her breasts, and the added stimulation caused her to increase her pace. She threw her head back, the very picture of wanton abandonment. He then forced himself into a sitting position so their chests became crushed together and Gianna dug her hands into the hair at the back of his head and gave a slight tug. Erik's hands flew to her hips, and he began to work her up and down his shaft until they both came hard in each other's arms.
Sated, Gia carefully crawled off of him, and allowed him to pull the covers around them. She buried her head in the expanse of his neck feeling warm and wanted for the first time in her life, and fell asleep in his arms.