OK! This is prolly the chapter you've been waiting for!
If you are adverse to smut, you do not need to read this chapter. You can use your imagination. There are no plot-specific points, although I think it speaks of the development between Erik and Christine.
I've never written a love scene this long (and it's not really even that long) so be gentle with your reviews!
And, of course...enjoy!
-Nico
It was all he needed to hear.
It was all she needed to say.
She turned to face Erik, filling her arms with him.
Erik returned the embrace, bending slightly at the waist to place a warm kiss on the crook of her neck.
Chills raced through Christine's body.
Especially when he started to hum.
He kept his mouth close to her ear, wrapping his arms around her small waist. Slowly, a tune began to form on his lips…a song Christine all at once recognized.
They began to sway, a small, intimate dance set to a melody that was buried deep within the minds of them both.
Floating falling…sweet intoxication…Christine allowed her lips to trace Erik's collarbone…
Touch me…trust me…savor each sensation…She ran her fingertips across his broad muscular back and picked up the song…
Let the dream begin…let your darker side give in…to the power of the music that I write…
Christine looked up at him. "Erik," she breathed. "Make love to me."
His lips crashed down onto hers…and were well received.
As one, they moved to the bed, taking time to touch…to feel elbows…shoulders…stomachs…
Christine pulled away, slowly peeling her tank top from her body for a second time.
Her leggings quickly followed.
Erik felt his breath catch in his throat.
Truly, there was never a greater beauty than Christine Daae.
He moved closer to her, easing her back onto the silk of his divan.
He knelt at her feet, running large hands up her legs, reveling in the muscle of her calf, the curve of her thigh…the flesh of her backside.
He leaned down, placing a tender kiss just below her navel.
Christine gasped.
Erik lifted his head, rewarding the timid Christine with a sly smile.
And then dipped his head again, allowing himself to taste her in the most intimate of areas.
For a moment, Christine's body tensed. Erik ran his hands down her arms as he allowed his tongue to explore her silken folds, finally resting them on top of hers, entwining thier fingers.
Christine relaxed, even arching her back as fiery sensations coursed through her.
Erik reveled in her enjoyment, delighting in her quickened breathing, her soft sighs and moans.
He continued, bringing Christine just to the brink before she gently pulled him away and eased him onto his back, determined to bestow upon him the same pleasure he had given her.
Gingerly, Christine pulled open the button at the top of Erik's trousers, her knuckles grazing the soft black hair that trailed from his navel to points south.
He shuddered as Christine slowly lowered his zipper, revealing an intimate detail…
Erik did not wear underwear.
Christine smiled, looking down at him.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd guess that you planned this," Christine said.
Erik leaned his head back on the plush pillows and smiled with his eyes closed. "I've always been of the opinion that undergarments are a useless addition to one's ensemble."
Christine laughed, and then fell more serious, placing her fingers between the waist of Erik's trousers and the hot flesh of his hips.
Almost painfully slow, she tugged, bringing the material to his ankles and then to the floor, revealing the glory that was Erik.
Christine lowered her head, allowing her mouth to taste just above his hardness…then just below…
Then Erik was completely enveloped in the soft warmth of Christine's mouth.
Immediately, his hands clasped the sheets on either side of his body, the shock of the sensation almost too much to handle.
It became even more torturously wonderful as he felt her tongue move in tiny, calculated circles down the length of him.
He moaned, which encouraged Christine to pick up speed, to taste the salty sweetness of him, to explore all she could, simply using her mouth and pressure.
After several moments, Erik grasped her upper arms.
Christine looked up, her brows knitted together in confusion.
"It's best you stop now," he said, his voice husky, "or I feel this will all be over much too soon."
She smiled as he gathered her into his arms, easing her onto her back while taking the time to kiss her deeply.
Erik propped himself on his elbows on either side of Christine's body, his dark hair hanging into his face as he looked down at her.
He allowed his fingers to run through the thick brown locks that framed her flushed face, kissing each of her eyelids before positioning himself above her.
Both sighed in unison as they were finally joined.
Erik leaned his head into the crook of Christine's shoulder.
For a moment, neither moved.
Then, Christine felt Erik's body shudder, his breath coming in soft sobs.
She lifted his head, looking up at him.
"What's wrong?" She asked. Erik shook his head.
"I've never experienced perfection before," he replied, tears dampening his eyes.
Christine smiled and kissed him, urging him to move gently within her.
Before long, the passion they both felt had heightened into a frenzied dance…motions of lust…of intensity…of trust…
Of love.
They locked eyes as they reached their simultaneous peak, each shouting the other's name as they locked together in an embrace.
Erik lay within Christine for what seemed like an eternity, feeling his rasping breath against her rapid heart beat.
Finally, he rolled to his side, taking Christine with him, entwining his long legs with hers.
"No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy…no dreams within her heart but dreams of love…" Christine whispered slowly.
Erik sighed, bending to place a kiss atop her head, inhaling the clean smell of Christine.
And for the first time in nearly a hundred years, he fell asleep.
