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Enjoy, my lovlies!
THE DAWN THROUGH THE NIGHT
Book VI: Wherever You Go…I Go
CHAPTER 28
It was later that evening before Erik and Christine were able to spend any time together. Erik had taken a couple of hours and given Grace a piano and voice lesson; and then, he got down on the floor and rough housed with Jean Luc for a little while before he instructed him on the piano also.
It amazed him, as he watched Jean Luc, how much the boy meant to him. It did not matter that is wasn't his blood that flowed through his veins, just the fact that Christine wanted it to be his blood, made it so. Jean Luc was his son, and no one would ever doubt it.
Christine stood just inside the door of the music room and watched the man she loved nestle her tired son in his arms. They had just finished the music lesson and Jean Luc had ended the lesson with a resounding yawn.
Erik chuckled at the boy and picked him up in his arms. He saw Christine standing at the door as he picked Jean Luc up into his strong, safe arms. He winked at his wife and nuzzled Jean Luc's hair as he carried him into his room and tucked him in bed.
He silently headed back out the door, took Christine's hand, and shut the door quietly.
"Do you enjoy watching from the door?" Erik asked, gently smiling down at her.
Christine playfully pinched him on the backside and chuckled as he flinched, "Yes, I do…there is nothing sexier than a man who loves his children and is not afraid to show it."
Erik turned toward her as they headed into the library. He gathered her in his arms and rested his large, warm hands on her backside. Sam and Nancy had already retired for the evening, and the children were asleep…it was just the two of them.
"Sooo, now you think I'm sexy." He purred into her ear.
Christine giggled as he tickled her ear with his warm breath, "Noooo…" she purred back, as he cast a mock hurt look at her, "…I've always thought you were sexy."
Erik threw his head back and laughed, sending a warm sensation up Christine's spine. His laugh was deep and rich, full of all the wonderful qualities that defined him.
"That is one attribute I never thought anyone would use to describe me." He chortled.
Christine smiled, and led him, by the hand, into the library. She sat him down on the divan, but remained standing and looked down into his amused features.
"Wait here, I have something for you."
Erik raised a brow and smiled at her seductively, "Really?" he moaned.
Christine rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face showed her interest in his thoughts, "You wicked man, is that all you think about?"
He continued to smile, "Only when I'm around you…it you weren't so beautiful…" he thought for a moment before he continued, "…no, that wouldn't matter…I'd love you even if you weren't beautiful."
He saw the tears immediately form in her eyes and knew his words made her happy, "I love the other attributes you possess which far outweigh beauty."
She bent down and gave him a gentle kiss, "Hold that thought, I'll be right back."
She rushed out of the library and Erik sat there contemplating what it was that she had for him. He did not see her as she slipped back in the door and locked it. He was surprised she was back so fast, as he looked up and saw her headed toward him.
She sat down on his lap, as he cradled her in his arms, and lifted the small box up for him to take.
Erik looked inquisitively at the small package, no one had ever given him a gift before; suddenly, this became a very profound moment.
"No one has ever given me a gift before; well, except for the gift of Grace." He muttered.
Christine caressed his hand as he held the small package, "Open it." She urged. "I bought it with the money I saved from when I was the governess."
Erik looked into her loving eyes and murmured, "You didn't have to buy anything for me."
"I wanted to."
He opened the small box and stared, with bemused eyes, at the ring twinkling back at him.
"It's the wedding ring I wanted to give you on our wedding day." She admitted.
A single, large diamond rested in a bed of pure gold, surrounded by black onyx. Erik had never seen its equal.
He was too shocked to respond, so Christine took the ring out of it's soft, velvet resting place, lifted his hand, and began to sing...
"With this ring, I pledge to you, my husband;
everlasting love, steadfast faithfulness, and interminable devotion.
I give to you each beat of my heart, each breath I take, and each moment I live.
You are the air that I breathe, the beat of my heart, and the light in my eye."
Christine paused to watch a single tear cascade down Erik's perfect cheek. Her words were having the effect she had prayed they would.
"With this ring, I promise you, my husband;
a life full of laughter, a home full of our joy, and nights full of our passion.
I will seek what's best for you, always lift you up, and never cease to believe.
You're a gift from God, the light of my life, and in your arms I can fly."
Erik was speechless. The ring took second priority to the words she had spoken. Never had anyone said such things to him; let alone, sing them. He could see the sincerity in her eyes and the love he saw resting in their chocolate depth made him full of joy.
Christine had placed the ring on his finger as she sang her poem to him. The simplicity of the words and music was poignant and stirring; he sat in silence just holding her to him.
"It will never leave my finger…as long as I have breath in my body." He finally whispered. "Thank you for loving me, Christine."
She raised his chin to meet her eyes and ran her thumb along the soft sway of his lips, "Thank you for loving me, Erik."
She leaned into him and gently kissed him, moving her lips over his in a provocative dance. Erik responded by running his hand under her dress and up her leg, caressing her thighs.
Christine parted his lips with a sweep of her tongue, feeding on him like a starved woman. Without leaving his mouth, she turned in his lap and straddled his hips, with the skirt of her dress pushed up around her thighs.
Erik's hands slowly, deftly, began undoing each button on her bodice, with maddening precision. His hands barely skimmed the surface of her breasts as he worked to get the bodice undone.
The kiss was past the point of hot and heavy, they were surviving off each other. Erik finished with the bodice, pulled it out from her skirt and then watched as Christine stood up and removed everything; her skirt, blouse, corset, and bloomers.
"They were in the way." She purred, as she crawled back onto his lap, completely naked; the evidence of his interest pushing against her.
She rocked her womanly curves against his swelling manhood and heard the muffled moan that escaped him. He had his face in her bosom, taking in the scent of her.
His hands cupped the fullness of her backside and squeezed the pliable flesh, causing more friction on his erection as he bucked his hips into her.
She played with the dark hair at the nape of his neck, leaned into his ear with her incredibly talented mouth, and whispered, "I want you here and now."
She nipped playfully at the lobe of his ear. When she blew a warm, gust of air into his ear, Erik shuddered as a shock of raw desire bolted through his body and landed on his aching groin.
Christine could not get enough of him as she ripped his shirt from him, bent her head down to one erect, male nipple and took it into her mouth. Erik hissed at the sensation and felt his body jolt even more violently as he reacted to her aggressive onslaught.
She caressed down his bare chest and abdomen until her hand rested on his engorged cock. She massaged it through the material of his pants and seeing the damp spot at the front of his black silk pants, gave her cause to smile with female pride.
He arched into her as she worked his arousal with her petite hand. She slid down his body and rested her knees on the floor, between his legs. She undid his pants, relieving the pressure that constrained his very substantial manhood. She pulled them down over his hips as he rose up to accommodate her.
Erik had all these erotic images dancing in his mind. Images of secluded, scented rooms in the sultry Persian evenings where well-trained courtesans entertained guests from around the world. Erik had never participated, but he had observed their art.
He had been privy to the most renowned lovers in Persia and had learned how to make a woman writhe with uninhibited passion and desire. He had never had the opportunity to be on the receiving end of those well-trained bodies or to put into practice the art of lovemaking he had studied so intently.
Christine, resting between his naked thighs with her hands stroking his throbbing cock, brought those images to vivid, breathing life. She was his wife and she wanted to bring him pleasure.
With a swaggering smile, Christine lowered her head and set out to torment him in the most tantalizingly arousing way. She rode his rigid member with her tongue and mouth, lathing the underside of him and making her way to the sensitive head; desire slammed through Erik with surprising strength.
She continued to stroke with her hands and lap with her tongue; and then, she finally encased his generous length in her hot, moist mouth; taking him fully in…Erik's tortured, primal groan resounded off the walls.
He chanced a look from under long, dark lashes, and felt his cock grow even harder at the visual stimulation he enjoyed by watching her go up and down on him. He wrapped his hands in her hair and followed the rhythm of her mouth; his hips involuntarily rising to meet her mouth, again and again.
She swirled and slithered around his sex; going all the way down to his scrotum and then sucking her way back up. She was trying his sanity and restraint. Every time he felt the overwhelming urge to pour his seed, she slowed down; prolonging his sweet agony.
Erik had reached his limit and ceased her seductive foreplay by gently grasping her shoulders and pulling her toward him.
"Enough, Love; come here." He moaned.
She kissed up his belly as he gently pulled her to him. He sat her atop his abdomen, feeling the moist evidence of her arousal on his flesh. He positioned his hips and held his rock-hard cock in his hand.
"Sit on me, Christine; ride me…like you do a horse." He instructed, the desire filling his voice and eyes.
Christine grinned at his suggestion…never had she thought to experience this; Raoul was always traditional, never experimental.
She kneeled over him and eased onto his length, one aching inch after another. She took him all the way in and they both sighed loudly from the sheer, intoxicating feel of it.
When she finally began to ride him, Erik thought he had died and gone to heaven; it was unbelievable. She pumped slowly and Erik reached his left arm behind her for leverage, and with his right, he cupped the fullness of her breast.
He bent his head and sucked her jutting tip into his hot mouth, hearing her hiss. She continued to move on him and her moans were long and loud. Erik suckled her, drawing her supple flesh into his mouth and twirling his tongue around the sensitive tip.
Erik felt his orgasm building, and slowed her bucking down. He moved from her breast to her mouth, sucking her tongue into his hungry mouth and devouring her. She continued to ride him, but the rhythm had slowed, allowing Erik to regroup.
Christine, on the other hand, was nearing her first peak – and Erik knew it. He suckled her breast again and moved his hand to the junction where they were joined. He worked her swollen nub, rubbing it gently until she bucked onto him with a frenzied release.
She slowed her breathing and looked into Erik's amazing eyes. "Turn over, my love…on all fours." He brazenly ordered.
Christine could do nothing but obey. She turned over on the divan, her hands and knees on the seat. Erik came behind her and gently lowered her upper torso until her backside was in the air, and he eased into her again; marveling in the tight feel of her around him in this new position.
He drilled into her, and she screamed from the pleasure…clamping her hand over her mouth as she rammed back into his driving hips. Her head was flung back and her hair spilled over her back. Erik reached up and wrapped his hand in its softness.
He reached his arm around and fondled her breast as he moved inside her. He then took his hand to her engorged flesh and caressed her until she once again reached her pinnacle.
Erik could feel her constrict around him, and his own spiraling climax slammed down on him with red-hot urgency. He leaned his long form over her and kissed her shoulders and neck as the last thrust of his seed poured into her.
He wrapped his arms around her and drew her up to him, his cock still buried deep within her. He covered her breasts with his hands and massaged her glistening flesh as he kissed her with overwhelming tenderness.
"I want to sleep here, with you in my arms and molded to my body." Erik said, as they lay in each other's arms watching the flames dance in the fireplace. "I promise we'll be up before the others."
Christine moaned her agreement and turned in his arms to look up at him. "Where did you learn to be such a talented lover?"
Erik chuckled, "Well, I don't know how good of a lover I am, but I have had thirty-four years of research and reading; and on more than one occasion, the opportunity to observe and learn."
Christine's mouth dropped open in shock, "You have watched other people make love?"
Erik chuckled again, "Yes Christine, the gypsies often coupled in public, around the camp fire and the opera house was a wealth of decadent and forbidden information." His eyes danced with the flames of the fire as he thought back in time, "In Persia, it was considered an honor to be invited to watch couples mate in certain ceremonies, or to be invited to their private homes to watch and/or participate."
Christine frowned at that, green, bold jealousy bolting through her veins, "Participate?"
Erik was amused that she was actually jealous over the thought of him seeing other women in an unclothed state or possibly participating.
"My love, I never participated…I took their invitations as acts of pity, and I hate being pitied." He brushed his lips against her ear, "But I did observe, on many occasions" He saw that she was still not happy with this fact, "It is to these visual lessons, that you may direct your thanks…for they taught me much of what I know."
She shook her head, and her eyes closed in an exhausted, sated manner. She had a smile on her face as she curled into Erik's warm, protective embrace, and slept. Neither of them stirred until morning broke.
TBC
