12B
Ecstasy; it is defined as: 1. complete happiness; 2. paradise; 3. heaven; 4. a state of being beyond reason and self control; 5. a state of overwhelming emotion "especially" rapturous delight; 6. a mystic or prophetic trance. We are in constant search for this elusive element. For each of us, our definition of ecstasy is quite different. To one person it can be the feelings that come from a romantic or sexual encounter. To another person, ecstasy can come from something as simple as a favorite dessert. For Marie-Christine and Erik, ecstasy was something they'd sought throughout their entire lives. The only question that really remained was whether they had found the joy which they had sought . . . or was it just a dream?
Lying on the small table, her body releasing its final contraction, Marie-Christine slowly realized that Erik was still hard within her body. 'Unbelievable,' she thought. 'He wanted me to come, to truly feel pleasure. He still hasn't.' In truth, he expanded even more within her walls, causing a friction the likes of which she had never experienced.
Marie-Christine moved her hips a little and was pleased with the moan that came from Erik. He threw his head back, exposing his neck and although as tempting as it was, Marie-Christine had other ideas.
"Chaise-lounge," she whispered, the breath of her words sending a shiver through Erik's body. With a single look in his eyes, Erik gently picked Marie-Christine off of the table, carrying her in his arms, as he made his way to the chaise-lounge. Marie-Christine almost lost control as her full weight pressed Erik's hard arousal into her.
"Oh my god," she murmured as she placed her arms around Erik's neck to support herself. Erik lifted her and turned to a small chaise-lounge located to near the bedchamber. Each step became of a mixture of pleasure and pain for both Marie-Christine and Erik; the line becoming more and more blurred. Collapsing into the chaise-lounge, he allowed Marie-Christine's weight at their joined hips to drive his hardened shaft even deeper inside. Marie-Christine sat still, not moving a muscle, on his muscular thighs, breathing into his marked neck. "You are evil," she gasped when her lungs began to function once more. He laughed into the hollow of her throat when Marie-Christine pulled herself up. She smiled in return and placed her hands on the back of the lounge. Planting her heels into the lower half of the chaise-lounge, smiling without mercy as Erik's small laugh soon became a moan; Marie-Christine decided it was time to take things to the next level. Erik, in return, did not mind playing this game with her. His mouth tugged at her left breast in reprisal, her position giving him perfect access to suckle at her very peaked nipples. Marie-Christine used both her arms and legs to position herself up as she ground down on Erik's pulsing manhood. Taking the tips of her breast into his mouth, grazing gently with his teeth, licking lines up and across with his tongue, Erik watched as Marie-Christine arched her neck back; riding him harder, pulling herself down on him and squeezing with her inner muscles. His teeth found her neck, stinging her skin, to Marie-Christine's voracious gratification. In response, she increased her pace, Erik's hands guiding her hips as they began their rhythmic dance. Driving upwards to meet her downward thrust, biting along her shoulder each time she moved her hips, Erik found he was about to go over the edge into that sweet abyss of ecstasy.
Spreading her thighs wider and arching her back even more, Marie-Christine allowed Erik to penetrate even deeper. His hot breath at her neck set her passion afire once more. She pressed her aroused breasts into his chest, feeling his erection jump when her hardened nipples made contact with his chest. Their rhythmic dance continued; their breathing became labored, moans and gasps filled the air; their bodies sheeted with the glow of their lovemaking. Marie-Christine pushed down on Erik quickly; moving her hips in an effort for his release.
Feeling his muscles quivering beneath her, Marie-Christine decided to give one final thrust. She wedged her knees to the inner sides of the chaise-lounge and arched backwards until her lower back came in contact with Erik's thighs. He was deep inside with, his hard shaft rubbing against her nub.
"'Marie-Christine," he gasped, his voice guttural and deep. Her walls clamped around his arousal, thighs pressing into his waist as she used her abdominal muscles to pull herself back up once more. When she rose once more, that was it. The edge, on which Erik had been teetering so precariously moments ago, was no longer there; only a sweet sense of ecstasy. Marie-Christine came and so did Erik. His body shuddered as the waves of pleasure washed over his form. Their shared union was as aggressive as their lovemaking; their muscles drawn taut as the spasms of her inner muscles closed around his pulsating erection. Deep sighs ravaged their lungs and they trembled together.
Erik wrapped his arms around Marie-Christine's lower back and drew her close to him; she collapsed against his chest, her lovemaking with Erik was more than she could have ever imagined.
Lying in the chaise-lounge for what seemed like an eternity; locked in each other's embrace, Marie-Christine and Erik felt rather weak, and yet pleasantly satisfied. Brushing Marie-Christine's tangled mess of hair from her face; he soon discovered a somewhat mischievous grin adorning her visage. Her eyes closed; her breathing deep and regular, Erik sensed that she was awake. Placing a small kiss on her forehead, he did his best not to move. In his current state, another shudder of Marie-Christine's hips would send the two of them literally over the edge.
"Erik?" she sighed, her face aglow with the aftereffects of their lovemaking.
"Yes Marie-Christine?"
"Tighter . . . hold me . . . tighter" she pleaded; her voice lowering a notch as she snuggled against Erik, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
"I didn't want to cause you pain," Erik said as he raised his hand and began tracing the marks left behind on her throat, neck, and her breasts.
Her eyelids fluttering opened and Marie-Christine smiled. "I won't break, Erik. Even if I did, I'd really enjoy it."
Erik had no reply; he simply continued stroking her hair, gently lifting up the strands and letting them slowly fall down to her flushed skin. Her fingers inched up to his shoulders. Marie-Christine maneuvered herself and skillfully licked the rough spot she had produced earlier. Erik's response encouraged Marie-Christine to repeat her previous action, moving along his shoulder to his neck.
"Marie-Christine . . ." he groaned, his mind unable to utter few words. "Don't . . . oh god please . . ."
Marie-Christine's eyes widened in surprise; she could feel Erik stirring inside her once more. Looking down into his eyes, she showed her surprise and the pleasure that was soon to follow.
"Yes, Erik," Marie-Christine murmured. "Yes." Leaning down, she kissed him dreamily, moving against him with deliberate slowness. Erik came to life inside Marie-Christine, filling her once again. Marie-Christine felt his muscles respond; gazing at him; a question filled her eyes. Erik searched her face and leaned forward. Carefully, he extricated himself from the chaise-lounge and stood up; Marie-Christine still locked in his embrace. Hanging onto his neck, she shivered as Erik began walking towards the bedchamber.
"Erik?" Marie-Christine asked, her eyes widening at the unbelievable stamina of the two of them. She saw his roguish grin and braced herself as Erik took the first step forward. The friction created with each step, while buried inside her elicited rather delectable sensations. Each step forward produced a small thrust against Marie-Christine's inner walls. However, they were too short. She placed her head against his chest, sighing deeply at each torturing slow step.
When they reached the bedchamber, Marie-Christine held back no more. Her muscles contracted around him in a gentle, very slow climax. She saw his beautifully piercing eyes through her heavy eyelids. She felt his hands on her skin. Erik continued to carry her into the bedchamber kneeling on the bed. Marie-Christine felt the softness of the sheets on her back as he lowered her down. She cried out when his full weight shifted so they were both lying on their sides; their dance never ceasing. Erik tangled his legs in hers, brushing her exposed skin with his fingertips. Marie-Christine burrowed into him, tangling her fingers in his hair and resting her foot on the back of his leg.
The feelings that both of them were experiencing were highly erotic . . . this slow rocking of hips, the kisses, the sexual connection that was never broken. Their over sensitized skins touched from head to toe . . . their eyes were locked, half-lidded, pupils dilated . . . lips kissing softly, limbs intertwined . . .they moved together through the night.
It was pure . . . ecstasy.