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I am off to see Beowulf & Grendel and Game of Their Lives - I hope you enjoy the following chapter, this doesn't mean you can get away without reviewing the previous chapter.

The passion play continues...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Erik or Christine. They are the wonderful creation of Mr. Leroux – but ALW gave them depth and humanity – as did Kay. I do not own any lyrics that are used; they will be credited at the end of the chapter in which they appear.

I do however; own the plot and any original characters, which appear from the dark caverns of my mind.

Character portraits:

Erik – Gerard Butler (There is no other – not for me!)

Christine - Scarlett Johansson (with violet eyes, and a little more of a mature look)

Meckenzie - Emma Karwandy (from Butterfly on a Wheel)

Vince - Pierce Brosnan (slightly shorter)

Karen - Bette Midler (only about ten year's younger, seven inches taller, and long,brown hair)

Ms. Jennison- Samantha Bond (Miss Moneypenny from the latest Bond movies)

Mr. Lynch - Bruce Davison (Senator Kelly from the first X-Men movie)

All other original characters, you can use your imagination.

Enjoy.

CHAPTER 39

Erik's senses were overwhelmed with the smell, feel, and sight of his wife as she gently seduced him with her hands and mouth. He had never experienced these sensations before and he was finding it difficult to breath.

"There's a couch in the very back that makes into a bed." Erik groaned, barely able to form the words.

Christine didn't speak as she took his hand and led him to the back of the plane. Erik unfolded the couch and turned to look at her.

While he was standing, Christine finished unbuckling his belt, and then grazed her hand over the swollen flesh of his cock; massaging it's rigid hardness through the material of his pants.

His eyes slammed shut and a guttural moan was all he could manage as she traced the outline of his rock-hard erection with her fingers, teasing the head and bringing a spurt of liquid to the surface of his pants.

Even though her hands were busy on his cock, her mouth still worked his chest and teased his stiff nipples.

Erik, unable to stand any longer, collapsed onto the surface of the unfolded couch. He laid back and enjoyed the feel of her as she worshipped his body.

"Ahhh, that feels so good." Erik managed, his voice barely a whisper as his hands, once again, became buried in her soft hair.

Christine smiled at the raw desire she heard in his voice. The power she held over his body gave her a fresh wave of excitement and she unzipped his pants, reached her hand inside and continued to work her hand up and down the upper surface of his cock through his underclothes.

His hips rose to meet her thrusting hand and Christine looked over at his face. His beautiful eyes were closed, his full lips were slightly open, and the flush of passion on his cheeks made him even more attractive.

She started to remove his pants, but Erik stopped her with his hands to her shoulders. He pulled her up to his eager mouth and devoured her like the starving man that he was.

"It's my turn to touch you." He whispered.

He had sat up and pulled Christine into this lap with his alert cock between them, still constrained within his underclothes and loosened pants.

He explored her mouth as though for the first time, meeting her surging tongue with thrusts of his own; losing himself in her taste.

He coyly placed his large hands on her rib cage and barely skimmed the undersides of her breasts with the pads of his thumbs.

Slowly and deftly, his thumbs moved upward, finally finding her erect nipples through the material of her dress.

She moaned into this mouth, begging him to rid her of rising desire spreading throughout her body.

He gently continued his maddening, soft massage of her nipples, while still reigning kisses down her neck, nibbling her into a state of ecstasy.

She was squirming against him, causing his erection to swell even more – something Erik hadn't thought possible.

He found the zipper on the back of her dress and slowly lowered it, feathering his fingers along the exposed skin of her back as he did so.

He eased it from her shoulders, kissing every new inch of skin as the dress fell to her waist. Her bra was burgundy, Erik's favorite color, as were her lacy, teddy style underwear.

The sight of her soft, swelling mounds as she breathed deeply from the desire coursing through her was almost enough to cause Erik to lose his mind, but he held on.

He lowered his head to the curve of her neck, lifting her onto her knees as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He trailed kisses down her neck and onto her chest, as his hands worked the hooks on her front-hooking bra.

Finally, he unclasped the last hook and the bra fell open, allowing Erik his first look at a woman's body, other than magazines, movies, and books.

She was exquisite. Pale, soft skin and dusty areolas beckoned him to further his exploration of her body. Her nipples were standing erect, begging for his attention.

By instinct alone, Erik moved his mouth over the gentle swell of her breasts and felt her wind her hands into his hair, pushing him into her more deeply.

His tongue tasted her skin, catching the tangy taste of her body soap and relishing it as though it were a great feast.

He cupped her breasts in his large hands and lifted them, then he moved his mouth over her left nipple and she moaned loudly, urging him on with her passion.

He grazed the hard nub with his teeth, and then snaked his tongue around it. Christine bucked against him, still winding her hands through his hair.

"Erik, stop teasing and take me into your mouth, I can't stand it." She groaned, breathlessly.

She felt him grin against her flesh, but then the sweetest sensation shot through her as he sucked her breast into his mouth, still winding his tongue around the hard tip.

Erik took her hand in his and guided her to his throbbing sex. The sensation of her hand on him caused him to suckle her even harder and Christine moaned at the added pressure.

She wasn't satisfied with encasing him from the outside, she eased her hand down the front of his unzipped pants and beneath the soft cotton of his boxer briefs.

He was a wonderful contradiction in textures, with the softness of his skin and the hardness of his excitement. He felt marvelously enormous in her hand and the warmth of her own arousal spread through her, readying her for his immanent penetration.

Erik knew that he would spill his seed into her hand if she kept doing what she was doing, but he was beyond caring; he was on fire.

He gently lowered her to the couch, released his hold on her left breast and kissed his way to the right.

His large hand encased her left breast, circling the erect middle with his fingers and kneading the pliant flesh.

A low, guttural moan was beginning deep within his throat and he was bucking against her hand as she continued to work his erection with finesse.

His head lifted up and his eyes remained closed as he breathed erratically, trying to force his orgasm back, wanting to make it last as long as possible.

"Christine, I'm going to come in your hand if you keep that up." He groaned.

"Lay back." She instructed, removing her hand from his cock.

He took her spot on the couch as she straddled his legs. She had never tasted a man before, but the urge to do so was so strong and the thought of taking Erik into her mouth excited her beyond anything she had ever known.

She eased his pants down, watching as he lifted his head to see what she was doing. She removed them completely, and Erik lay before her in only his cotton boxer briefs.

"You are so beautiful, Erik…I can't wait to taste you." She moaned.

"Taste me?"

In answer to his quiet question, Christine massaged his cock through the material and he spread his legs in a natural reaction to her deeds.

"I want these off." She ordered, licking his abdomen and teasing his belly button.

He lifted his hips in surrender and she pulled them down. She was in awe of his cock as it sprang from the confines of his underclothes and stretched across his tight abdomen, with the head almost reaching his belly button.

She wrapped both hands around him and smiled as he bucked against her with a loud, passion-filled moan.

He was nearing his peak and Christine wasn't about to waist the opportunity to have him in her mouth and experience his orgasm intimately.

She eased down and playfully circled his head with her tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of his flesh and the essence of his arousal.

Erik surged into her mouth and his eyes shot open; he found her eyes on him, watching how he reacted to her mouth on him. The initial shock of her actions subsided and his eyes eased shut. His mouth remained slightly open as his head fell against the pillow and his hands rested atop her bobbing head.

TBC