Chapter Ten

He ascended the stairs, his pace quicker than usual, though still quiet, so as not to wake the children. He opened the door and led her into the master bedroom.

Once he had shut the door behind them, she gripped the back of his neck with her small hands and brought his head down to her level so she could kiss him, letting her tongue explore his mouth.

He was both shocked and pleased by her extreme passion and forwardness; he moaned into her mouth as her tongue delved into it, his hands brushing the sides of her breasts experimentally. She moaned softly, involuntarily arching her body into his; her desire grew even more. She deepened the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip.

Noting her response, he moved his hand up once more and cupped her breast fully in his palm, the sensation causing his arousal to grow stronger still. "Christine, please..." he moaned.

Her mouth grew dry and she felt a wetness between her thighs that she had not felt in quite some time. She closed her eyes, trying to find her resolve, then began to undo the buttons of Erik's crisp, white shirt. Once she had gotten it unbuttoned, she slid it off of his arms and let it fall to the floor; placed lingering kisses on his chest.

Christine pulled back and admired his torso. His skin was a slight bronze that was a stark contrast to her own very fair, pale skin. She ran her small hands up his chest, feeling his muscles under her touch; noticing that he was delightfully fit.

He shivered slightly as the feel of her small hands upon him. Leaning in slightly, he kissed her neck while his hands snaked around her back to unbutton her dress.

She pressed herself to him, wrapping her arms around his lower back, she shuddered as his lips brushed her neck. He freed her of the dress, tossing it to the ground with his shirt, leaving her in a corset and chemise. He looked her over a moment, running his hand down her corset covered side, before asking quietly, "Why must you wear this? You are perfect as you are..."

She gazed at him, her lips slightly parted. "No one is perfect, and I am far from it," she whispered, her voice raspy.

"You are flawless to me, at least," he said, cupping her cheek.

She smiled up at him, placing her hand over his, and leaning into his touch. "I love you," she whispered to him, gazing into his eyes.

"I love you," he replied, adoring how easily the words could leave his lips. Unable to take more, he kissed her lips before turning her and undoing her corset, kissing her neck desirously.

Goosebumps rose on her skin, as he undid the last few laces of her corset. She was a little self conscious of her body, for she had had Claire only a few months ago.

He tossed the corset to the ground along with the other discarded clothing; she was left in a soft pink chemise, which was quite thin as well. Christine turned back around to face him; she flushed slightly, knowing how thin her chemise was. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his face down to her level once again, her lips meeting his. While she kissed him, she reached down and began to undo his pants.

Immediately he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He did his best to ignore it as she pushed the trousers to the ground. She grasped the bottom of her chemise, and slowly pulled it up over her head, then let it fall to the floor, before gently reaching up to remove his mask. Christine looked over at him through hooded eyes, her swollen lips slightly parted.

Instinctively, he turned from her slightly, though he did not avert his gaze. She was the most beautiful thing he'd even seen... Her complexion was delicately pale, the peaks of her small but full breasts rosy and erect.

Christine laid down on the bed, propping herself up with her elbow. "Erik?"

He turned and joined her on the bed, feeling suddenly quite awkward; he knew that she could tell this, which made him feel inexperienced and foolish.

She put a hand on his shoulder, bringing him closer to her, then kissed him, gently at first, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

He allowed his hands to stray to her breasts, teasing the peaks further as he kissed her lips deeply. Christine shut her eyes, arching into his touch. She dipped her hands from his chest, down to his stomach, ghosting her fingertips along his skin. He shivered, somewhat unsure of what to expect, yet in some way knowing already.

Tentatively, Christine reached down and held his manhood in her hand, gently stroking it. His eyes widened with lustful surprise as she handled him. "Harder," he heard himself breath. She applied more pressure, feeling the wetness between her thighs grow, and her breathing grow shallow. Knowing that he could not last much longer, he roughly pushed her to her back and covered her small frame with his own. In one thrust, he had claimed her; she was truly his. He leaned down and kissed her lips as he began to rock his hips.

She rose her hips to meet his, feeling his length stretch her walls; he was larger than she was accustomed to. Christine gripped onto his back, a low moan escaping from deep in her throat.

He forced himself into her deeper still as their pace quickened. He gripped her hips, helping her to meet each of his thrusts, kissing her whenever the chance was offered. Christine moved her hands down his back, grasping his ass slightly, then drew them back up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as she moved with him. "Erik," she moaned as he thrust deeper and deeper within her.

He could sense his release was near. He felt the frantic desire to touch her, to kiss her, to get closer to her still. He ground her hips into hers forcefully, loosing control quickly.

She felt that tingling sensation begin to overtake her body, starting at her stomach then slowly working its way to the rest of her body. "Yes," she cried out, as the act intensified; she felt her walls flex around his member.

Finally, he came. "Christine," he shouted, a pleasure that he never imagined he'd ever know filling his body. As her own orgasm came, she felt her body shudder and tremble under him; she threw her head back and gave a loud moan, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as she came.

He lowered his head to her chest, completely spent, her breasts acting as a pillow. He kissed them softly, eyes closed, and whispered, "Christine, I love you..."

"And I you," Christine whispered back, panting slightly. Never before had the act been so perfect to her... It was so enjoyable, and so beautiful. So, this is love, she thought to herself, easing her grip on Erik's shoulders and running her fingers through his hair.

He lie there a few moments, accepting her gentle, loving caresses, and catching his breath, before pulling slowly out of her and rolling off of her, lying at her side.

Christine's hand found his, and she entwined his fingers with her own. He planted several kisses on her hand. "I never imagined anything could be so beautiful," he said quietly.

"Nor did I," she whispered, still winded; her chest rising and falling somewhat rapidly. He scooted closer to her somewhat, not wanting to be apart from her. She turned on her side to face him, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you," he replied, tears of joy gathering in his eyes; nonetheless, he did his best to make them subside, not wanting to embarrass himself. She scooted close to him, resting her head on his chest.

He wrapped arm around her, cradling her to him lovingly. "Goodnight, Christine."

"Goodnight, Erik." she whispered, kissing his chest lightly.