Chapter Twenty-Six
Sweet Seduction
Christine wrapped her arms around Erik's neck as he slowly shifted and laid his body over hers, pressing her into the mattress with his much larger frame. His lips were firm and heated as they pushed against hers, his tongue invading and exploring her mouth as her own did the same. Her slim fingers threaded into his thick black hair as she tried to pull him closer. Erik shifted her body so she was more firmly beneath him. Christine was not completely innocent now after her talk but she was rather anxious to finally join with him so they could be married in truth.
His large hand ran up her stomach until he could cup her breast through the thin material of her dress and her corset. Christine gasped against his mouth the more he began to knead her. Her hands left his hair to slip between them and begin to unbutton his shirt she pushed it slowly down his arms, exposing muscle beneath the dark skin and she marveled at the power he wielded with so little effort. Her hands roamed up his back and shoulder blades, exploring him and the feeling the heat that seemed to radiate from him.
Erik kept in his shudder when Christine began touching him. They had barely started and he found himself almost succumbing to his passion just from the touch of her hands. Hesitant lips pressed against his flesh and Erik found himself glad that she was so willing to be a part of their lovemaking. Many girls, when married to a man they did not know, would be passive and stiff, not moving as their husband took their pleasure. Christine wanted to share this pleasure with him and he would give her that.
"Turn around," he commanded softly. Christine obeyed instantly and Erik slowly undid the laces of her dress and then her corset. He pulled everything off of her until she was bare except for her pantalets. He gave wet, warm kisses up along the smooth surface of her back and Christine sighed against her pillow in pleasure. She reached behind her and tried to pull his head towards her own. When she had that accomplished she turned her own head and kissed him. She could not get enough of the taste of his mouth. He turned her around and simply looked at her for a moment in the glowing light from the candle.
Her breasts were perfect to him and he gently ran his fingers over them, loving the way the peaks hardened and Christine moaned. He found her perfect. Innocent and yet seductive with her roaming hands and subtle gasps. He took her breast into his mouth and firmly began to suckle, causing Christine's back to arch against him, wanting more. But she was not satisfied with the fact that she was nearly naked and Erik still had his trousers on. He pressed his imprisoned manhood against her and she could feel the hardness and hear him moan. She wrapped her legs around him, surprising them both but it was a welcome surprise.
Erik could not help it when he began to grind his painfully hard manhood against her, seeking to relieve some of the pressure he felt. Christine matched his rhythm, not knowing what to do but somehow feeling as if it were right. She felt pressure and a tingling between her legs and she desperately wanted it to lead to that climax she had only felt once before. Somehow she knew that Erik's manhood could give her that release. She was curious about that part of him that Susannah had told her all men had and where they received pleasure. Reaching between them she began tugging at the buttons of his trousers, trying to get it undone. Erik grinned down at her when she had trouble. She truly was an innocent and he would not have it any other way. She was his wife and he would kill any man that dared even look at her sideways.
"I want them off," she declared. He raised his only brow.
"Really? And what do I get for such a request?" he murmured. Christine smiled and shook her head, knowing he was playing with her and liking that side of him.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
"That is a loaded question," Erik answered. Her eyes sparkled beneath him. She had truly thought that she might be scared and frightened when she was with Erik like this but he was making her feel comfortable around him and she liked it. He leaned down and kissed her with more passion then he ever had before and when he pulled away they were both breathless.
"I want you," he growled, almost playfully.
"You have me," she whispered. He answered her by helping her remove his trousers from his lean hips. Christine gasped when she felt him, all man and very much aroused against her thigh. Knowing she should not let her curiosity get the better of her she pushed on his shoulders until he was forced to lay on his back with her atop him.
Erik watched his wife under heavy lids so he could hide his surprise by her obvious curiosity and her need to know more. Christine swallowed and looked down at a man for the first time in his aroused state. It was...strange, but it left a strange fluttering in her chest at the sight. Erik groaned at her look and grabbed her hand, wrapping it around him and moaning when he helped her move it up and down. Christine flushed crimson at the feel of him. It was so hard and yet so soft, such an odd sensation. Her eyes left this odd display of their hands to look at Erik's face. His neck was arched and his eyes were shut as he panted in harsh breaths just from the feel of her hands. Did it really feel that good to him? She tightened her hand and was pleased when Erik moaned her name.
His hands found her hips and he swung her beneath him, then divesting her of her pantalets. He took her breast once more into his mouth as his hand found the other and gently began rubbing the nipple. Christine felt a rush of heat flood between her legs and she opened her legs unconsciously at the feeling. His fingers left her nipple to find her hot center and begin to caress her. Christine closed her eyes and whispered his name, rocking against his hand.
"Yes, Christine, just like that..." he whispered against her ear. She was so hot and ready. The idea that she wanted him so much was something he could never get tired of. Taking her hand he entwined their fingers and brought it down to her pulsing center. Christine's eyes opened as he began to move her own fingers against herself. She tried to pull her hand away but he held her fast.
"Touch yourself," he growled against her ear. His body had begun to shine with a thin layer of perspiration and he had noticed that the bed had seemed to heat up with a matter of moments. But at the sight of Christine's own hand touching herself; it was almost too much.
"Erik...I can't..." she began to protest. But Erik kept his fingers with hers and slowly they brought her to orgasm. Christine collapsed against him and Erik judged that he could no longer wait to be joined to her. He positioned himself against her entrance and her eyes found his. She cried out softly in fear when she began to feel the pressure of him slowly moving the head in. He was extremely large and she found it uncomfortable, which caused her to wince. Erik brought her breast into his mouth once more, trying to distract her while he made his way in. When he heard her moan he reared back and plunged, deciding that it would be easier on her if he went quickly. He broke through her innocence and Christine cried out in pain. Erik could not keep in the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her tight canal squeezing him unbelievably. She felt so damn good!
"Damn," he growled between clenched teeth. It took all of the will power he had not to just pound into her again and again. Christine was breathing very deeply, trying to become used to having something that large inside of her. After a few moments Erik had no choice but to pull out and thrust back into her, his need to move to strong to stay still any longer. Christine's nails found his shoulder blades and dug into his skin as she slowly began to pick up the rhythm that Erik had started with the grinding of his hips. It hurt but the pain slowly began to fade into pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before.
The way Erik moved and touched her showed her that he knew what he was doing, and had probably done this hundreds of times before with dozens of women. Christine admitted that she was jealous when Erik began to get just a little rougher. She did not want him to touch anyone like this, she did not want anyone to know what pleased him and made him happy. She felt his hands go to her hips and held her still as he began pounding almost unmercifully. Christine began to feel that familiar feeling in her stomach the harder Erik pumped.
Christine pressed kisses against his neck and cheek, realizing that she loved being this close to him. The bed seemed to protest beneath them the longer they moved and soon Christine was panting for breath. Unable to hold it back any longer Christine surrendered to her desires and her body squeezed Erik's as she cried out in ecstasy. Erik's mouth found her neck and he bit down quite roughly as he moaned and let himself release. Christine was stunned when she could feel the hot current of his seed flow into her as his whole body tensed. It was a strange yet very welcome feeling. He collapsed against her, spent, and his heavy body pressed her deeply into the mattress.
As Christine let her breathing return to normal she quietly waited for Erik to say something, wondering if she had done alright for her first time. Her body was still tingling with aftershocks and every slight move Erik made she was very much aware of.
"You were so damn perfect, Christine," Erik said, his voice coming out raw. Christine ran her hands through his hair, moving the damp pieces away from his mask.
"Better than Natasha?" she could not help but ask. Erik said nothing for a moment.
"Natasha cannot compare to you, Christine," he said softly, and she could tell he meant it. He pulled out of her and she winced slightly when she felt the soreness. Erik got comfortable on his side and pulled her against his warm skin. Rain began to fall and its gently pounding against the window slowly lured her into a deep sleep in her husband's arms.