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"He has your eyes…they pull ya…right in." Gerard Butler as "The Stranger" in
Dear
Frankie
RATED PG-13 VERSION
CHAPTER 44
The reception was filled with well wishes and 'What a beautiful couple they make' coming from everyone who attended. No one could remember having seen a more beautiful wedding in years; not since Brianna and Alastair were married.
The music was exceptionally divine as more of Erik's compositions were played. Alastair was completely in awe at the extent of his son's talents. To write a song for a single person to sing was an awesome task, but to write the music for an entire orchestra…it was completely unfathomable to Alastair.
Erik and A'awynn were on the ballroom floor, exhibiting the most graceful waltz steps that could be displayed with the groom's arms full of a four-year-old girl. Erik was dancing with both Lacey and A'awynn, and both were grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Lacey was on top of the world as she danced in Erik's arms. She hugged his neck protectively, making sure that no one took him away from her. She rested her head on his broad shoulder, and as much as she tried to fight it, she drifted to sleep at the sound of his heavenly voice and the beauty of the music.
Erik quietly left the room; letting A'awynn know to stay, he would be right back.
He carried her to her bedroom, humming softly as he walked steadily. Once there, he removed her shoes and placed her gently on her bed. Bree stood in the doorway, ready to take over the responsibilities when he left.
Erik brushed the soft hair from her petite face and lingered his finger on her cheek. She was perfect, "I love you my daughter…as if you had come from my own body." He bent and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, and silently left the room.
Erik entered the room again and swept A'awynn into another waltz, adoring her with his eyes; assuring her that there was not now, nor would there ever be, another woman for him. He pulled the hand he held in his toward his smiling mouth and kissed her knuckles, sending a shiver up her spine.
"I can't seem to rid myself of this ridiculous smile that is permanently attached to my face", Erik stated, barely able to contain his joy.
A'awynn caressed his cheek with her elegant, gloved-covered hand, "I never want that smile to leave your face my husband." As she spoke, she ran her thumb along the contours of his delicious lips, consequently sending shivers up Erik's spine.
Erik swept her away in a wonderful twirl and dip; and the music stopped. Alastair approached the stage and stood before the crowd of people.
"My wife and I would very much like to thank each of you for coming today to celebrate the union of our son and heir, Lord Erik Lauchlan to Lady A'awynn Lauchlan.." Alastair lifted his glass of champagne and proposed a toast, "My son, may your marriage be blessed with immeasurable love, unending laughter, and immense success. May God grant you children to fill your golden years with their love, their laughter, and grandchildren; may you have no more regrets, peace in the storm and wisdom for the journey…"
Alastair put the liquid to his lips and drank, as did everyone who had a glass of anything; and the music began again.
Erik reluctantly pulled himself from A'awynn's side to dance with his mother, all of his sisters and Christine. The latter was currently staring up at him, in awe of how well he danced. "You dance as elegantly and perfectly as you sing, Erik." Christine injected.
Erik lifted a perfect brow and smirked at her, "Thank you Christine…I have been meaning to tell you that the melody you wrote to accompany A'awynn's lyrics was lovely." He looked at her pragmatically, "I did not have any idea that you could right music."
Christine smiled at him shyly, "I couldn't…until I meant you." Erik's head tilted and a questioning look showed in his eyes. "I observed you on many occasions Erik, times you had no idea that I was watching you. I learned from being in the presence of the greatest."
Erik blushed at her praise, knowing that this had to be a talent she had already possessed. "Christine, the ability to write music is a gift, not a lesson learned. If you write music, it is because you have that gift…no other reason."
She nodded her head slightly, "That may be Erik, but just as you did with my voice, you were the inspiration that made my talent bloom."
Erik inclined his head, accepting her compliment, even if he did not totally agree with it. The song ended and Erik removed himself from Christine's embrace. She felt the emptiness.
Her soft voice found its way to his ear, "Thank you Erik…thank you for letting me know you…I am a better person because I do."
Erik watched her go back to the waiting arms of Raoul, rejoicing that all romantic interest in her had been extracted from his heart. He looked for his wife and found her talking to his mother, as well as a crowd of other women. He approached them, something he would have never done a month ago, and watched as each face lit up in an appreciative smile.
"Lord Erik, it is an honor to meet you at last. I adore your music…it is so inspirational." Baroness Willamina Davenport fluttered her lashes at him and he chuckled lightly.
"Thank you Baroness, I am pleased that you enjoy my compositions." Erik said.
The other ladies did not say anything, but openly admired his attractiveness and then looked enviously at A'awynn as she took his hand.
It was 9:30 in the evening and Erik was more than ready to call it a night. The reception had been going full swing since 6:00 and could easily go for another three hours or more.
He pulled A'awynn to him and nuzzled her ear, "Enough playing host and hostess, my love…I need you…" his eyes were a smoldering green and the embers of passion rested in their depths.
A'awynn leaned into his warm breath as it caressed her heated flesh, "Has your patience run its course my love?" she teased. He did not even warrant that with a verbal answer, he just grinned wickedly.
They bid good evening to his mother and father and left the reception area, more eyes than they knew were watching them go.
OOOOOOOOOO
Erik led A'awynn by the hand toward his home; eyes were still watching, so he behaved himself. As they neared the stairs that would lead to the entrance to the west wing, Erik swept A'awynn up into his strong arms and mounted the stairs, carrying her to their bed.
Even with all of his ardent need, Erik was suddenly very nervous. He gulped hard as he placed A'awynn on her feet in the middle of what had been his bedroom for the past month.
She was still in her wedding dress, minus the train and veil. He was still in his tuxedo.
A'awynn raised her hand and gently caressed his cheek; then, she removed his mask and pulled his lips to hers. His mouth was shy and virgin, as if she had never kissed him before.
Erik's eyes slowly closed as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his…as if feeling it for the first time. A'awynn's gently prodding tongue begged entrance and Erik unpretentiously submitted.
He stood still, allowing her to take the lead. His hands barely skimmed the smooth surface of her arms as she kissed his precious face. Her hands worked their way to the tie around his neck, loosened its bow, and seductively pulled it through the confines of his collar.
She then slid the outer tuxedo jacket from his broad shoulders and smiled as it made a slight thud by hitting the floor. Each button on this vest was painfully undone as she rubbed her hands over the hard expanse of his shirted chest. After the vest was discarded; she concentrated on each button of his shirt, kissing each warm inch of flesh that was revealed as his shirt was slowly, erotically pushed over his shoulders and off his arms.
He stood bare-chested before A'awynn's devouring eyes. She took his warm, large hand in hers and gently led him to the bed. He sat down on the edge as she gently laid him down.
She fanned her hands over his manly chest and admired the strength that rested beneath its surface. She lowered her head and teasingly licked his hardened pectorals, causing him to hiss and jerk as the pleasure she was exerting. He smelled heavenly: musk and spices…all Erik. She teased the sensitive surface of his chest with her tongue and hands; relishing the power she held over his body.
She stood up and began to remove her gown; Erik immediately sat up and halted her efforts with his hands.
"Let me." Erik groaned.
He pulled her down to lie atop him as he kissed her. His articulate fingers worked the buttons on the back of the dress without any hesitation. He sat up, resting her upon his lap. His tight, bulging erection stained against the tightness of his pants, but Erik brushed its demands aside to concentrate on A'awynn.
He deftly pushed the silkiness of the gown off her shoulders, trailing kisses down their exposed sweetness as he did so. The dress gathered at her waist and Erik stood up, holding A'awynn suspended above the floor. She melded to his body and as the dress fell to the floor, she wrapped her svelte legs around his waist.
Their tongues never stopped dueling as Erik slowly, masterfully felt her warm body with his large, masculine hands. She was in nothing but her chemise; bodice and thigh high hose and Erik turned and laid her down across the bed horizontally. He adored her feminine beauty for a few minutes.
Her beauty was exceptional. The swell of her breasts, pushed up by her bodice and tight against her chemise, teased him deliciously. His hands ached to explore their plump softness, but he must hold back or this would be over before it begins. He gently lifted her leg and put his knee on the bed where her leg had been. He positioned her leg where her foot was resting on his shoulder and he unfastened her hose, rubbing his long, skilled fingers along the inner softness of her thigh.
A'awynn's eyes closed at the sensations that shot through her body at Erik's touch. He rolled the hose down her leg with feather-light proficiency, and bent his head and touched his passionate lips to the flesh of her calf as the skin was exposed. For a man who had never touched a woman's body before, he sure knew his way around it! He paid the same attention to her other leg and then placed her legs back down on the bed.
He then proceeded to use his hands as erotic massage therapy weapons and took her long, elegant foot in his hand and massaged the balls of her feet and the instep, making her moan with pleasure. Who knew that the bottoms of the feet could be so sexual? He took his time doing this with both feet.
"Erik, I thought you were in a bit of a rush, my love?" A'awynn said with a breathy, sensual tone.
Erik's eyes shone vivid green and the smile on his lips was devilishly sexy. He ceased rubbing her feet, placed his knee between her legs, and leaned over her. He caressed her cheek and lips with his hand. A'awynn gently sucked his thumb into her soft mouth and circled it with her tongue, causing Erik to jolt and hiss at the sensation.
"A'awynn, I don't want to rush this; I don't want to have sex with you…" Erik watched as a baffled look of surprise crossed her flushed face, "…I want to make love with you."
That said, Erik took her lips in his and asked for entrance with his tongue. A'awynn granted access and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Their heavy breathing and the slow, wet kisses were the only sounds heard in the room.
Erik moved his kisses from her mouth to her ears and neck, holding her head in his hand as he kissed her senseless. Knowing that her body now belonged to him, Erik moved lower. He saw the outline of her breasts against the thin material of her chemise her arousal was evident.
He spread kisses along her collarbone and tasted her saltiness with his tongue, causing a natural swell in A'awynn that pushed her breasts out even further. Erik rubbed his cheek along the exposed heated flesh above her chemise, breathing in her scent and adoring her with his mouth. He barely skimmed his cheek over the jutting peaks of her breasts, making her writhe in pleasure. The material of her chemise creating a see-through barrier that barely disguised her arousal.
He took an excruciatingly long amount of time exploring her body; committing to memory every curve and sensitive spot. A'awynn completely abandoned her body to his strong, capable hands as he skimmed them over her flesh as if he were sculpting his masterpiece.
He removed the remaining barrier of clothing from his body; all except his underclothing, A'awynn did the honor of removing it. She adored his carved body and caressed the remaining scars on his legs and bottom, constant reminders of his torture from the sadistic desires of Boris.
Erik, quickly losing all capability to stand, moved them to the bed and covered her body with his. His mouth and hands worked in harmony with her body, bringing her to places of pleasure that she never knew existed. He did not leave any inch of her body untouched in some way.
A'awynn pulled him up to her waiting mouth and kissed him, hard and hungry. Her eyes roamed over his naked form as she rendered unto Erik's body the same treatment he had given hers.
"You are perfection Erik…perfection in every sense of the word." Her voice in his ear lulled him further into the trance-like state he was already in.
Erik could bear her seductive ambush no longer and gently turned her onto her back. He distributed passionate kisses over her entire body; sucking and nipping in various points of interest as her body prepared for him.
"I need you Erik…I need you inside me." She pulled his head up to her warm mouth and licked his ear as she continued to whisper, "I love you so much…make me yours…fully."
And Erik; the former Phantom, knew the joys of the flesh for the first time.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"You are a fantastic lover, Erik. I have never felt so completely satisfied and content." A'awynn spoke with half-closed eyes.
Erik kissed her forehead and both closed eyelids. "I aim to please…my lady…my services are available anytime you ask…" he stated with a sexy grin.
They made love three more time that night, each time in a different room and position. By the time she drifted to sleep, A'awynn's face was flushed and content; her body glowing and tingling from Erik's passionate onslaught.
Three o'clock in the morning found Erik drinking in the sleeping, spent form of his wife. He would never tire of looking at her or feeling the bliss that her body gave him; but most important, was the way he felt with her by his side. He knew what love was and its name was A'awynn.
His eyes drifted shut in sleep as he thought about all that had finally given him a place in this world; his God, his birth family, his music, his friends, his country. But most of all, a little golden haired child whose grey eyes melted his heart and the woman in his arms who had taken that broken useless heart; nourished it, cherished it and kept for herself, and had given him hers in return…his wife.
CHAPTER 44
MATURE VERSION – NOT FOR YOUNG READERS OR THOSE OPPOSED TO SEXUAL SCENES.
The reception was filled with well wishes and 'What a beautiful couple they make' coming from everyone who attended. No one could remember having seen a more beautiful wedding in years; not since Brianna and Alastair were married.
The music was exceptionally divine as more of Erik's compositions were played. Alastair was completely in awe at the extent of his son's talents. To write a song for a single person to sing was an awesome task, but to write the music for an entire orchestra…it was completely unfathomable to Alastair.
Erik and A'awynn were on the ballroom floor, exhibiting the most graceful waltz steps that could be displayed with the groom's arms full of a four-year-old girl. Erik was dancing with both Lacey and A'awynn, and both were grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Lacey was on top of the world as she danced in Erik's arms. She hugged his neck protectively, making sure that no one took him away from her. She rested her head on his broad shoulder, and as much as she tried to fight it, she drifted to sleep at the sound of his heavenly voice and the beauty of the music.
Erik quietly left the room; letting A'awynn know to stay, he would be right back.
He carried her to her bedroom, humming softly as he walked steadily. Once there, he removed her shoes and placed her gently on her bed. Bree stood in the doorway, ready to take over the responsibilities when he left.
Erik brushed the soft hair from her petite face and lingered his finger on her cheek. She was perfect, "I love you my daughter…as if you had come from my own body." He bent and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, and silently left the room.
Erik entered the room again and swept A'awynn into another waltz, adoring her with his eyes; assuring her that there was not now, nor would there ever be, another woman for him. He pulled the hand he held in his toward his smiling mouth and kissed her knuckles, sending a shiver up her spine.
"I can't seem to rid myself of this ridiculous smile that is permanently attached to my face", Erik stated, barely able to contain his joy.
A'awynn caressed his cheek with her elegant, gloved-covered hand, "I never want that smile to leave your face my husband." As she spoke, she ran her thumb along the contours of his delicious lips, consequently sending shivers up Erik's spine.
Erik swept her away in a wonderful twirl and dip; and the music stopped. Alastair approached the stage and stood before the crowd of people.
"My wife and I would very much like to thank each of you for coming today to celebrate the union of our son and heir, Lord Erik Lauchlan to Lady A'awynn Lauchlan.." Alastair lifted his glass of champagne and proposed a toast, "My son, may your marriage be blessed with immeasurable love, unending laughter, and immense success. May God grant you children to fill your golden years with their love, their laughter, and grandchildren; may you have no more regrets, peace in the storm and wisdom for the journey…"
Alastair put the liquid to his lips and drank, as did everyone who had a glass of anything; and the music began again.
Erik reluctantly pulled himself from A'awynn's side to dance with his mother, all of his sisters and Christine. The latter was currently staring up at him, in awe of how well he danced. "You dance as elegantly and perfectly as you sing, Erik." Christine injected.
Erik lifted a perfect brow and smirked at her, "Thank you Christine…I have been meaning to tell you that the melody you wrote to accompany A'awynn's lyrics was lovely." He looked at her pragmatically, "I did not have any idea that you could right music."
Christine smiled at him shyly, "I couldn't…until I meant you." Erik's head tilted and a questioning look showed in his eyes. "I observed you on many occasions Erik, times you had no idea that I was watching you. I learned from being in the presence of the greatest."
Erik blushed at her praise, knowing that this had to be a talent she had already possessed. "Christine, the ability to write music is a gift, not a lesson learned. If you write music, it is because you have that gift…no other reason."
She nodded her head slightly, "That may be Erik, but just as you did with my voice, you were the inspiration that made my talent bloom."
Erik inclined his head, accepting her compliment, even if he did not totally agree with it. The song ended and Erik removed himself from Christine's embrace. She felt the emptiness.
Her soft voice found its way to his ear, "Thank you Erik…thank you for letting me know you…I am a better person because I do."
Erik watched her go back to the waiting arms of Raoul, rejoicing that all romantic interest in her had been extracted from his heart. He looked for his wife and found her talking to his mother, as well as a crowd of other women. He approached them, something he would have never done a month ago, and watched as each face lit up in an appreciative smile.
"Lord Erik, it is an honor to meet you at last. I adore your music…it is so inspirational." Baroness Willamina Davenport fluttered her lashes at him and he chuckled lightly.
"Thank you Baroness, I am pleased that you enjoy my compositions." Erik said.
The other ladies did not say anything, but openly admired his attractiveness and then looked enviously at A'awynn as she took his hand.
It was 9:30 in the evening and Erik was more than ready to call it a night. The reception had been going full swing since 6:00 and could easily go for another three hours or more.
He pulled A'awynn to him and nuzzled her ear, "Enough playing host and hostess, my love…I need you…" his eyes were a smoldering green and the embers of passion rested in their depths.
A'awynn leaned into his warm breath as it caressed her heated flesh, "Has your patience run its course my love?" she teased. He did not even warrant that with a verbal answer, he just grinned wickedly.
They bid good evening to his mother and father and left the reception area, more eyes than they knew were watching them go.
OOOOOOOOOO
Erik led A'awynn by the hand toward his home; eyes were still watching, so he behaved himself. As they neared the stairs that would lead to the entrance to the west wing, Erik swept A'awynn up into his strong arms and mounted the stairs, carrying her to their bed.
Even with all of his ardent need, Erik was suddenly very nervous. He gulped hard as he placed A'awynn on her feet in the middle of what had been his bedroom for the past month.
She was still in her wedding dress, minus the train and veil. He was still in his tuxedo.
A'awynn raised her hand and gently caressed his cheek; then, she removed his mask and pulled his lips to hers. His mouth was shy and virgin, as if she had never kissed him before.
Erik's eyes slowly closed as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his…as if feeling it for the first time. A'awynn's gently prodding tongue begged entrance and Erik unpretentiously submitted.
He stood still, allowing her to take the lead. His hands barely skimmed the smooth surface of her arms as she kissed his precious face. Her hands worked their way to the tie around his neck, loosened its bow, and seductively pulled it through the confines of his collar.
She then slid the outer tuxedo jacket from his broad shoulders and smiled as it made a slight thud by hitting the floor. Each button on this vest was painfully undone as she rubbed her hands over the hard expanse of his shirted chest. After the vest was discarded; she concentrated on each button of his shirt, kissing each warm inch of flesh that was revealed as his shirt was slowly, erotically pushed over his shoulders and off his arms.
He stood bare-chested before A'awynn's devouring eyes. She took his warm, large hand in hers and gently led him to the bed. He sat down on the edge as she gently laid him down.
She fanned her hands over his manly chest and admired the strength that rested beneath its surface. She lowered her head and teasingly licked his hardened pectorals, causing him to hiss and jerk as the pleasure she was exerting. He smelled heavenly: musk and spices…all Erik. She teased his manly nipples, paying even homage to each as he moaned beneath her talented mouth.
She stood up and began to remove her gown; Erik immediately sat up and halted her efforts with his hands.
"Let me." Erik groaned.
He pulled her down to lie atop him as he kissed her. His articulate fingers worked the buttons on the back of the dress without any hesitation. He sat up, resting her upon his lap. His tight, bulging erection stained against the tightness of his pants, but Erik brushed its demands aside to concentrate on A'awynn.
He deftly pushed the silkiness of the gown off her shoulders, trailing kisses down their exposed sweetness as he did so. The dress gathered at her waist and Erik stood up, holding A'awynn suspended above the floor. She melded to his body and as the dress fell to the floor, she wrapped her svelte legs around his waist.
Their tongues never stopped dueling as Erik slowly, masterfully felt her warm body with his large, masculine hands. She was in nothing but her chemise; bodice and thigh high hose and Erik turned and laid her down across the bed horizontally. He adored her feminine beauty for a few minutes.
Her beauty was exceptional. The swell of her breasts, pushed up by her bodice and tight against her chemise, teased him deliciously. His hands ached to explore their plump softness, but he must hold back or this would be over before it begins. He gently lifted her leg and put his knee on the bed where her leg had been. He positioned her leg where her foot was resting on his shoulder and he unfastened her hose, rubbing his long, skilled fingers along the inner softness of her thigh.
A'awynn's eyes closed at the sensations that shot through her body at Erik's touch. He rolled the hose down her leg with feather-light proficiency, and bent his head and touched his passionate lips to the flesh of her calf as the skin was exposed. For a man who had never touched a woman's body before, he sure knew his way around it! He paid the same attention to her other leg and then placed her legs back down on the bed.
He then proceeded to use his hands as erotic massage therapy weapons and took her long, elegant foot in his hand and massaged the balls of her feet and the instep, making her moan with pleasure. Who knew that the bottoms of the feet could be so sexual? He took his time doing this with both feet.
"Erik, I thought you were in a bit of a rush, my love?" A'awynn said with a breathy, sensual tone.
Erik's eyes shone vivid green and the smile on his lips was devilishly sexy. He ceased rubbing her feet, placed his knee between her legs, and leaned over her. He caressed her cheek and lips with his hand. A'awynn gently sucked his thumb into her soft mouth and circled it with her tongue, causing Erik to jolt and hiss at the sensation.
"A'awynn, I don't want to rush this; I don't want to have sex with you…" Erik watched as a baffled look of surprise crossed her flushed face, "…I want to make love with you."
That said, Erik took her lips in his and asked for entrance with his tongue. A'awynn granted access and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Their heavy breathing and the slow, wet kisses were the only sounds heard in the room.
Erik moved his kisses from her mouth to her ears and neck, holding her head in his hand as he kissed her senseless. Knowing that her body now belonged to him, Erik moved lower. He saw the outline of her breasts against the thin material of her chemise and her hardened, wanton nipples beckoned him.
He spread kisses along her collarbone and tasted her saltiness with his tongue, causing a natural swell in A'awynn that pushed her breasts out even further. Erik rubbed his cheek along the exposed heated flesh above her chemise, breathing in her scent and adoring her with his mouth. He barely skimmed his cheek over the jutting peaks of her breasts, making her writhe in pleasure. The material of her chemise creating a see-through barrier that barely disguised her arousal.
Erik was in heaven. Never had he felt a woman's body in his hands; never had he heard a woman moan with pleasure from the efforts his mouth and hands were putting forth. Tears flooded his eyes at the beauty of the moment.
He turned his head and took an erect nipple in his mouth, licking it through the material; and A'awynn moaned and squirmed beneath him. Her hands were in his hair as he moved and did the same thing to her other breast.
"Erik please, I want to feel your lips on my flesh, I can bear it no more." A'awynn moaned.
Erik lifted her off the bed effortlessly and turned her around. He undid the ties in the back of her bodice and after a few seconds, it fell to the floor. Then, he slowly lifted her chemise over her head, baring her back to him. Erik admired the smoothness of her back and perfection of her bone structure. His large hands rubbed up her back softly and maddeningly, with torturing gentleness Erik's large, soft, articulate hands came around her yielding body and cupped her passion-laden breasts.
He lowered his mouth to the curve of her neck, gently resting playful nips on the soft flesh and lavishing them with his tongue. A'awynn turned her head into him and Erik repeated his efforts on the contours of her jaw and ear; all the while, still gliding her thumbs over the hardened nipples.
Erik bent and lifted A'awynn's pliant form into his strong arms. He took her mouth gently as he carried her the eight feet to the bed and tenderly laid her down. The passion afire in Erik's eyes gave them an animalistic glow that make A'awynn melt. He devoured her with his eyes as he drank in her swollen breasts as they were exposed to his starving eyes. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her, but first things first.
He removed the remaining articles of clothing that still restricted him, and A'awynn watched with avid interest. He slowly undid each button on his slacks and let them drop to his feet. He stepped out of them and then bent and removed each sock and then reached for the waistline of his underclothing; but a restraining hand stopped him.
"Let me," A'awynn's seductive whisper blew across his skin as she kissed each flexed muscle in his chest.
She circled him like a predatory cat and stopped behind him. She placed her body in the crook of his back and lowered his underclothes to the floor. She brazenly ran her hands up the back of his legs and over his buttocks, caressing the scars that remained from years ago, the only visible signs of the Gypsy's abuse. Other than those scars, his body was flawless; strong, broad shoulders, slender, tight waist; firm, round buttocks, and athletic, lithe legs.
Erik's eyes closed and his breathing labored as he lost himself in the rapture of her touch. He swayed beneath her warm, gentle hands as she explored his back and shoulders. She worked her way around to the front, careful not to look upon his arousal just yet.
"You are perfection Erik…perfection in every sense of the word." Her voice in his ear lulled him further into the trance-like state he was already in.
His smoldering eyes opened to meld with her equally molten gaze, "No woman has ever looked at me the way you look at me…I feel vibrant and virile when you look at me."
A'awynn took this opportunity to wrap her warm, soft had around his arousal and relish in the hiss he exhibited. She watched as his beautiful, heated eyes closed with pleasure. She massaged him briefly, watching his labored breaths fall in his chest.
Erik could endure no more and ceased her hand. He moved to the bed with her hand in his and lowered her onto it, covering her body with his. He kissed her, holding nothing back. He sucked, circled and jousted with her tongue, as his erection grew more insistent as it pressed against her thigh.
He moved his kisses to her neck and collarbone, gently running his hands over her smooth skin as he moved to cup her swollen breast in his hand, gently brushing the peak with his thumb. This served to heighten his excitement as must as it did hers.
His hungry, heated mouth found her breast and he carefully, patiently circled her nipple with his tongue, avoiding pulling her into his mouth completely. A'awynn's arched her head back and gnawed on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. She entwined her arms around his head, running her fingers through his thick hair. She gently pushed his head into her swollen breasts, begging for more.
Erik kissed the tender underside of each breast; nipping at the tender flesh with his teeth, while his hair tickled each sensitive bud as he relished her with his mouth. He slowly brought his left hand up and rested her fullness in its palm, and A'awynn moaned at the pleasure. The wet, warmth of his tongue circled each hardened tip; then, he gently raked his teeth across each sensitive bud; and then; the gentle, demanding suction that caused heated pools of pleasure to shoot through her breasts and go straight to the ache between her legs.
He placed kisses down her torso, pausing to circle her belly button with his tongue, delving into its softness and then planting a kiss on it. He fluttered down to her abdomen, placing kisses on it and playfully biting at the tender flesh.
"I need you Erik…I need you inside me." She pulled his head up to her warm mouth and licked his ear as she continued to whisper, "I love you so much…plant your seed in me, my husband…"
Erik, driven by her heated breath on his ear, positioned himself between her legs as he pulled her legs over the tops of his arms, spreading her wide to accommodate him. His manhood was throbbing with anticipation as he wrapped his hand around it and guided it over her inviting flesh.
A'awynn was panting with anticipation as she felt the very tip of his sex enter her. She whimpered again and bit her lip gently as his entire, rock-hard staff slid into her. She was so tight, it had been years since she had consummated her marriage to James; and that had only been once; she reached her first peak immediately.
Erik had underestimated the pleasure that this God-given gift could bring between a man and his wife. As he slid into her warm, tight, accommodating cove, Erik would have sworn he was in heaven. He moaned as his more than adequate length filled her to her womb; and then he felt her clamp around him as she reached her climax. It was almost more than he could take.
A'awynn wrapped her arms under Erik's and around his shoulders, drawing him into her. Erik began the age-old rhythm of mating, drawing out of her only to plunge back in, each time driving deeper. He bent his head and took her hardened nipple into his mouth as he rode her with long, luscious strides.
Erik willed his body to subside, allowing himself more time. He slowed his heartbeat and calmed his nerves down. He pulled out of her and continued to kiss her. He pulled up off the bed and brought her with him.
A'awynn protested the interruption, she had climaxed already and Erik had not. She padded along behind him, watching his wonderful backside as they headed for the washroom. They entered to find the tub filled with sudsy water and Erik climbed in.
"I ordered a bath for tonight…come here my bride…there are joys yet to be had." Erik reached his hand toward her and A'awynn took it.
She lowered herself into the bath and went to set opposite him, but Erik would not allow that. He drew her down to sit in front of him with her back to his chest. She leaned into him as his hands found her breasts and worked her into a frenzy once more.
He found the bar of soap and rubbed it across her ample breasts, being sure to pay extra attention to her hardened peaks. A'awynn's eyes closed and she had a smile on her face of complete ecstasy.
"I never thought you could get more beautiful…but here you are…your lips swollen from my kisses, your face flushed from my love making and your breasts hard from my hands and mouth…you are a rare jewel, my love." Erik barely spoke above a whisper.
Erik continued to make love to her breasts with his hands as he kissed her neck and ears with his warm mouth.
His erection pressed against her back and strained for attention. Erik lifted her up by her thighs, spread her legs wide, and lowered her down onto his stiff manhood. He had managed to stay hard even though the pounding need had subsided. He pumped her up and down on top of his staff, causing her to moan at the sensation and angle. The water splashed around them, skirting over the edges of the tub. A'awynn's head was flung back and a very satisfied smile rested upon her luscious lips.
Erik wrapped his hands in her hair as she took over, riding him with wild abandonment. Once again, A'awynn reached her climax, and Erik withdrew; saving his climax yet again. He took time to wash her body and allowed her to wash his. They got out of the tub and Erik grabbed the waiting towel and rubbed A'awynn's body dry, paying close attention to her breasts, drawing each peak into his mouth and brushing them with his teeth. He dried her sex, gently rubbing it until she moaned some more. He sure knew how to use those hands!
Her moved to the living room and asked her to kneel on the couch, leaning over the back with her backside in the air. He moved to stand behind her and placed his strong hands on her backside, caressing and massaging the warm, plump flesh.
He leaned over her, moved his hands around to the front, and began massaging her sex. Finding the erect female flesh with this thumb and forefinger, he gently rubbed it until A'awynn rolled her hips into him.
Erik entered from behind, relishing the long, tight tunnel as it hugged his flesh. He pushed into the middle of her back, jutting her backside out. He leaned over her again and took her breasts in his large hands as he continued to plunge into her.
Once again pulling from her, Erik led them to the bedroom. His breathing was becoming more and more staggered and his manhood was throbbing for release. He laid A'awynn back down on the bed and as he took his place between her legs, she wrapped them around him.
He entered her hard and forceful, causing A'awynn to yelp from the depth. Erik was concerned that he had hurt her and immediately stopped his thrusts, but then he saw the look of joy on her face and he knew it was a yelp of pleasure.
He lowered his head and suckled her breasts as he pounded into her heated body. A'awynn felt her climax building again, and she began her soft whimpering sounds that signaled immanent completion. She reached her peak for the fourth time and that was all Erik needed.
He felt her vaginal muscles contracting around him and the sensitive flesh of his manhood felt every squeeze. He closed his eyes and pumped harder and deeper as his climax neared. Erik slowed the pace but lengthened the strides as his flesh pulsed into her.
Bolts of light shot in his minds eyes as ecstasy enveloped him and he moaned a long, deep-throated sound as he deposited his seed into her anxious and ready body. He continued to move inside her until he was completely satiated.
He pulled out of her and lay beside her. She turned into his arms and swirled her fingers through the hair on his chest.
"You are a fantastic lover, Erik. I have never felt so completely satisfied and content." A'awynn spoke with half-closed eyes.
Erik kissed her forehead and both closed eyelids. "I aim to please…my lady…my services are available anytime you ask…" he stated with a sexy grin.
They made love three more time that night, each time in a different room and position. By the time she drifted to sleep, A'awynn's face was flushed and content; her body glowing and tingling from Erik's passionate onslaught.
Three o'clock in the morning found Erik drinking in the sleeping, spent form of his wife. He would never tire of looking at her or feeling the bliss that her body gave him; but most important, was the way he felt with her by his side. He knew what love was and its name was A'awynn.
His eyes drifted shut in sleep as he thought about all that had finally given him a place in this world; his God, his birth family, his music, his friends, his country. But most of all, a little golden haired child whose grey eyes melted his heart and the woman in his arms who had taken that broken useless heart; nourished it, cherished it and kept for herself, and had given him hers in return…his wife.