You've all been very patient with me, as I built up the suspense – moving toward that consummate moment in their lives.
Mini Nicka, if you thought the last one was overdone, this one will really do you in.
Your wait is over. EXPLICIT MATERIAL AHEAD. You have been warned.
Enjoy.
THE DAWN THROUGH THE NIGHT
Book V: Making You Mine
CHAPTER 25
To Christine, it was as though time stood still. She watched as Erik undid her corset one pull after another, slowly revealing the rest of her silky chemise. His fingers lightly brushed the camber of her breasts, but never fully touched them.
She closed her eyes as uninhibited feelings of desire rushed through her; the fact that a man with Erik's strength could be so tender and gentle brought tears to her eyes.
He finished with the strings and laid the folds of the corset out, allowing her easier breathing and allowing his eyes to see the outline of her breasts against the sheer material.
The peaks jutted out, calling to him for attention. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her and he skimmed his palm over the material, teasing those peaks to a throbbing, aching tautness.
Christine writhed beneath his proficient hands. She longed for him to take the fullness of her breast into his hand and render her senseless with his touch.
Erik had no idea that his novice touches were driving her to a bursting point. He adored her body with his hands and eyes. He pulled away from her and stood beside the bed; he reached a hand out to her and she came to him, knees on the bed, with her upper body parallel to his.
He put his hands on her and caressed the material of her chemise as he slowly lowered the sleeves over her shoulders. He bent his head and softly put his lips to the scented skin of her neck and shoulder, reigning passionate nibbles along her shoulder blade.
Christine flung her head back and relished the feel of his mouth on her throat, as he drank in her essence. He lowered the chemise over her swollen breasts, but did not immediately pull back to look at her.
He landed his mouth on hers for the first kiss they had shared since this erotic dance had started. He probed her mouth with his sleek tongue, meeting her passion with his. He drank of the nectar of her lips and mouth, moaning into her with abandonment.
His hand, which had rested on her hips, began a slow ascent up her abdomen. He traced the outline of her bellybutton, felt the soft swell of her ribcage, and then trailed his thumbs across the underside of her breasts, exploring the softness of that forbidden flesh.
His tongue worked her mouth as his hands worked her body; bringing her to the point of release with just his touch. He reached his hands behind her and gently raised her off the bed, pressing her body into his.
He lifted her with his right hand under her knees and his left hand behind her back. He carried her around to the other side of the bed and lowered her onto it, and then he lay atop her.
He lavished her with hot, wet kisses and then moved down to her neck and shoulders, then he pulled back to look at her generous bosom.
He had imagined what it would be like to really look at a woman, but nothing he imagined had prepared him for the reality. He lay there just looking at her for a few minutes.
Slowly, his hands eased up her ribcage and encaged her breasts. Christine finally allowed the moan she had been holding, to escape her mouth. He circled her erect nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and felt them grow even harder in his hands.
He squeezed the flesh with firm pressure and heard Christine's passionate hiss as she closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his hands on her aching body.
He feathered his fingers over her heated skin and drew circles on her flesh as he watched her body come alive from his touch. There was a smile of complete and utter joy on his face as he adored her.
He lowered his mouth to one aching peak and circled its tightness with his tongue, moaning as he did so. He circled and circled it and then placed his lips over it; Christine wound her hands in his hair.
"Ohhhh, yesssss." She moaned, as he took the aching flesh in to his mouth. He suckled her as she pushed him into her even further. He suckled on her and circled her nipple at the same time and Christine let out a loud sigh.
He paid the same homage to the other breast and by the time he once again took her mouth with his, she was breathing so heavily and thinking about no one or no thing, except Erik.
She cradled his face in her hands and returned his passionate kiss; dancing with his tongue and making him moan into her mouth.
She moved her hands to his chest and rendered unto his maleness the same treatment he had given her breasts. She felt the engorged flesh of his manhood resting against the inner part of her thighs and she pushed into it, causing his eyes to roll back into this head and a throaty, husky, groan to escape his mouth.
She roamed over the scorching flesh of his chest and eased downward. Erik stopped her perusal with his hand and leaned into her ear, "Not yet…there's so much I want to do." he spoke in broken syllables as she continued to stroke his stiffness with her thigh. "Once we get to that point, I won't last long."
She smiled lovingly up at him, "I love you, Erik…I'm yours to do with as you will."
Tears shot to his eyes as he worked his way down her body, one kiss at a time. He dove his tongue into her navel, not knowing why that simple act shot erotic pictures of entangled limbs and undulating bodies into his mind.
He caressed the soft, flat, surface of her abdomen and his heightened senses caught her arousal in the air. He positioned himself between her thighs, wrapped his arms around them, and opened her up to his hungry eyes.
Christine had no idea what he was doing, but her heart rate increased in anticipation of his next move. Forbidden images crossed her mind, whispered words of a taboo passion that was only discussed in hushed tones among best friends.
She had only heard bits and pieces about it, but what she had heard only served to stimulate her interest. When she felt his long, proficient fingers exploring her most private flesh, she could not help the shocked moan of desire that came from her.
He opened her up to his adoring eyes and marveled at the way she was made; the different textures of skin and the blending of colors. The nodule he knew held exquisite pleasure for her, protruded out toward him; inviting him to explore even further.
She was very aroused; her body announced that with its reactions. He ran his thumb over the swollen extension and Christine jerked, clutching the sheets in her hands and rolling her head back and forth.
He put his mouth where his thumb had been and sucked the erect bud into his mouth; moaning when she bucked her hips to meet his mouth. She raised up slightly, allowing her a view of his dark head between her thighs. She reached down and clutched his hair in her hands, pushed his head further into her, and flung her head back from the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.
A smile of joy rested on her flushed features and she ground into him with her hips. She heard animalistic moaning and realized it belonged to her. She felt a building up of prickly tingles all over her body, her toes curled, and her nipples ached to be caressed.
She put her hands on her body and massaged her throbbing nipples as she approached a pinnacle she had only encountered at the caress of he own hand. She could not stop the primal sounds that she heard from her throat as ripples spread across her body and she bucked against the mouth that was bringing her to her first non-self induced orgasm.
Erik meant each buck of her hips and lapped up each drop of her essence, as he pleasured in a way he had only read about. He lathed his tongue over her pulsating sex and reveled in the taste of her.
He felt the change in her heart rate and heard the guttural breathing that indicated she was reaching her climax; Erik clasped onto her nub and sucked her to the highest realm of pleasure. She had only experienced release from her own touch, never during sex. She slammed the back of her hand into her mouth to muffle the yelps that were barreling forth from her.
Erik took one last sweep with his tongue and began kissing his way back up her body. Her nipples were still rock hard, and he took the time to draw each of them into his warm mouth, as Christine moaned from her release, but felt herself reacting to his sensuous mouth.
Erik cupped her breasts in is hands as his mouth moved up to claim hers. She tasted her essence on his tongue and smelled herself on him. He dueled with her tongue as she sought supremacy over him. She grasped his shoulders firmly, and rolled him over.
She stretched over him and he became acutely aware of her breasts pressed against the broad expanse of his chest. She was everywhere; in his head, on his tongue, under his hands…he wanted all of her at once; he wanted to succumb to her inebriating epitome and lose himself in her.
She rested strategically between his legs and felt his swollen manhood begging for her attention. He moaned as she pressed into him; his hands found her backside and urged her closer.
She left his mouth and wandered down his neck and throat, nibbling on each centimeter of flesh her mouth touched. Her hands wildly spread over his toned, sculptured chest and teased the taunt tips. His quick intake of breath made her smile at the power she held over him.
She lowered her mouth to his chest; Erik bucked beneath her, and wound his hands in her luxurious hair. She headed south, kissing his washboard abdomen and appreciating the light dusting of hair that covered his chest in all the right places.
"Stand up, my love…beside the bed." She whispered.
Erik could do nothing but obey. He moved off the bed and stood still while Christine again kneeled on the bed in front of him. She paid veneration to his manly chest again, but intentionally brushed her breasts over the front of his pants, eager to see what it was that strained against them.
Erik was beyond reasoning and basic thought; he had entered the realm of the unknown where pleasure beyond his wildest imagination awaited him. He was only aware of the woman whose hands and mouth brought a body, which he had long since thought dead, to blessed, vibrant life.
Christine wrapped her arms around his waist and immediately felt the scars that littered his beautiful body. She startled for a minute and removed herself from the bed. She walked around to his back, touching him as she went.
What she saw, caused tears to flair into her eyes, and she felt the pain in her heart that this wonderful, beautiful man must have endured to be scared in such a way. Crisscrossing marks etched his tanned skin, and she traced each one with her fingers.
Erik didn't move a muscle, she needed to be aware of that part of him; the part that would cause him to slip into deep depression and cry out in the night. But he had never experienced the empathy of another human being over the pain he had experienced; and he wasn't prepared for the gut-wrenching way it effected him.
"Erik…" Christine cried; as she put her face to his back and caressed his scars with her tears.
Erik turned in her arms and lifted her chin, looking deep into her loving eyes. "Don't Christine…not now." He gently kissed her forehead and wiped her tears. "That's not who I am any more."
She smiled through her tears and caressed his marred cheek, pleading with God to allow her touch to remove the pain this tiny imperfection had caused him all his life.
"Let me show you what it feels like, Erik…too truly be loved…" She purred as she took his hand and turned him back around. "…just as you showed me."
She sat down on the bed, her face almost even with his abdomen. She ran her hands up his powerful thighs and curved them around to cup his tight, toned buttocks. Erik's head fell back as he groaned deep in his chest.
As her hands caressed him in the back, she placed her cheek to his engorged manhood, and ran it up and down his length, impressed with the size of him. He leaned into her, begging her for more.
She lay back on the bed and looked up at him, as he cast a confused look, "Undress for me." She demanded with sultry eyes.
Erik smirked seductively, wondering what it was she had in mind. He undid the button at the top of his pants, then the next, and the next…until each was unfastened. Christine saw the soft down of hair that was the prologue to what was still hidden from her.
"Take them off." She breathed; not believing how brazen she was acting.
The sight of her naked body on the bed demanding that he remove his pants, was the most erotic picture Erik had ever stored in his mind. He would never forget it.
He inched his pants over his hips and had to push extra hard to remove the material from his giant erection. He bent at the waist, removing the pants and kicking them away from him.
The sight before Christine was something legends were made of. His manhood was as impressive as the man himself; large, untouched, and powerful. He stood at attention and Christine only prayed she could take him completely inside her, for that was how this whole evening was going to culminate.
She yearned to reach out and touch him with the same loving strokes he had given her, but there would plenty of time for that later. She had other plans for him.
Her eyes adored his body and Erik thought he could die a happy man at that moment. She was making no move to touch him and Erik was beginning to get frustrated. 'What does she want me to do?' he thought.
"Stroke yourself, Erik…I want to see you bring yourself pleasure."
Erik's eyes shot to hers, showing his hesitancy to do her bidding, "Christine, I've never…" she saw the affirmation in his deep eyes, "…touched myself."
She could not believe that he had never given himself pleasure. Most men she had come in contact with while at the opera house, had bragged about, not only their female conquests, but the fact that no amount of women could quench the desire, so they had to appease it themselves.
Erik was pure, in every way. Not once in his life, had he experienced sexual release. Somehow, that knowledge both saddened and relieved her.
"Tonight is a night of firsts…let me watch you pleasure yourself."
Erik slowly wrapped his hand around his hard cock, and elicited a moan as he realized it was a pleasurable feeling.
"Now stroke, up and down." Christine's soft voice instructed.
He obeyed her as though she was his master, which she was…in a sense. She was teaching him to see and feel himself as a sexual being; something he had tried for years to deny.
His hand moved down the shaft and cupped his sac, noticing how hard and tight it was, compared to normal. He was exploring his own body for the first time, and he was enjoying it.
He moved back up and ran his hand over the soft, sensitive tip, sending a shiver through him from the sensation it caused. He repeated the process and could feel the tension building in his body.
He knew how the human body worked, and he knew he had to refrain from spilling his seed, so he grasped his sac with his left hand and continued to pump with his right.
Christine was so aroused she thought she would die from the heat coursing through her. His body was magnificent and his manhood was equally so.
His breathing was labored and heavy and his pumping had increased, as he experienced sensations he had never known.
"Open your eyes, Erik…I want to see the desire in your eyes."
He slowly opened his heavy eyelids and focused on the beautiful woman in front of him. She moved from her reclining position and sat in front of him once more, as he continued to work his aching erection. His eyes once again drifted shut.
"Stop." She moaned.
Erik could not believe his ears…she was asking him to stop when it felt so wonderful. He hadn't even finished the thought, when he felt her petite hand enfold his throbbing cock in its warmth.
He let out an open-mouthed moan and his head lulled back. She caressed him softly, fanning his desire, but not increasing it. It would not take much for him to go over the edge, and she didn't want that…not yet.
She lay him down across the bed and climbed atop him. Leaving his cock alone for a few minutes would allow his urgency to subside and she could take over.
She concentrated on his chest again, licking and biting in all the places she could. She moved up to his luscious mouth and licked his lips. His eyes were closed as she took his mouth in a heated kiss.
She ate from his mouth as though savoring the sweetest, most succulent peach in the orchard. She alternated between licking and sucking, causing Erik to meet each stroke of her tongue with an equally powerful stroke.
While she kept his mouth busy, she again grasped his cock in her hand and felt him rise to meet her touch; his deep throated moan encouraging her to continue.
"You're beautiful, my love…your body is a work of art." Christine purred into his mouth as she surfaced for air.
Erik barely heard her, but he smiled in response.
He felt her lips on his chest once more; but this time, she did not linger. Her left hand was still on his engorged manhood, but she was not pumping him. He did not look at her as she worked her mouth down his body.
He felt her hair tickling his soft abdomen as she moved, but it was such a pleasant feeling that he let it be.
Christine knew he wasn't expecting it, so she took his length into her mouth and felt him buck from the sensation. His eyes shot open and his head bolted up, as he found her between his legs with his rock-hard shaft in her mouth.
"Christine…you don't have to…" He could say no more as she buried him in her warm mouth; his eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he eased back against the pillows.
He felt her moist mouth encircle his hardness, and tease him with light caresses; and then she began to take long, tormenting, deep strokes, that kept him in a state of arousal, but did not allow for release.
He propped up on one elbow to watch and wrapped his other hand in her hair as he guided her mouth on his manhood.
Watching her go down on him was almost his undoing. The friction she created with her lips, tongue, mouth, and hand was driving him to the boiling point. He threw his head back as he fought the urge to take his release.
She took one more stroke and Erik took control. He ripped her from his lower body and pulled her beneath him as he turned them both over.
He raised her hips with his thighs, placing her legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself for entry.
"Look at me, Christine; I want you to watch as I move in you." He ordered, huskily.
Her vibrant, passion-filled eyes focused on him as he slowly eased his length into her into her, pushing himself to the hilt as she moaned her pleasure. She was a silk cocoon around him; a satin-lined haven of pure bliss as Erik rested within her for a few seconds, just enjoying the feel of her around him.
He opened his eyes and bent to take her mouth as he slowly, steadily moved within her. His tongue undulated into her mouth as his cock filled her to perfection. He thrust in and out of her in both places, causing her to make whelping sounds in the back of her throat.
His thrusts became long, demanding, and primal as he surged into her. He could feel himself growing stiffer and harder with each entangled thrust. He rocked his hips against her, caressing her own swollen nub with his pelvis, knowing he could bring her more pleasure by doing this.
Christine bucked her hips with his thrusts and could feel that overwhelming warmth building in her again; but this time, it was even more powerful. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed the tightness of his backside as he heaved into her, time and time again.
She knew it was coming and felt its irresistible swell as she put her mouth to his shoulder and surrendered to her climax. She bit down on him, causing his pleasure to escalate.
Erik threw his head back and let out a guttural growl; he arched into her once last time, hard and deep, and felt her vaginal muscles hugging him as she reached her peak. He let go of his first orgasm, as his entire body shuddered from the strength of it.
He continued to move in her, milking every last drop of his seed into her. He did not want it to end, but he knew he would need a break before he could pleasure them again.
Christine held him to her, not wanting to let him go. She had never felt such pleasure in any facet of her life, and all she wanted was for it to continue. She kissed his cheek and ran her fingers through his tousled hair, "I love you so much Erik…" she wept into him.
He raised up and looked down into her love-flushed features, "Not as much as I love you." He teased.
She smiled up at his teasing remarks, "Can we do that again?"
Erik chuckled, knowing he would be ready again in no time, "We can do this all night, every night – and all day, every day…from now until eternity."
But he must have wore her out, because ten minutes later, she was making adorable, little bubbling noises as she slept against him. Her naked body was wrapped around his naked body; but amazingly, he slept in that position all night long and not one nightmare invaded his slumber…not one.
TBC
