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There are five chapters left after this one, enjoy my lovlies.
BEYOND THE SHADOWS
CHAPTER 21
"Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair, it is an honor to have you staying at the Ritz tonight…if there is anything I can personally do for you, do not hesitate to ask." The hotel concierge chirped as Erik and Christine stepped off the helicopter.
He was serious looking businessman with very gray hair and a prudish pucker to his face, but he seemed genuine in his greeting.
"Does the suite have a hot tub?" Erik asked, very authoritatively.
"Yes sir."
"Good, see to it that it is turned on and the water is a perfect 37.78° C. We desire a chilled bottle of '92 Klug Clos de Mesnil, Kenny G. playing in the background, and absolute privacy." Erik instructed, passing the man five 100-pound notes.
"Yes sir, right away sir." The man practically stumbled over himself to do Erik's bidding; he handed Erik the keycard to the room and hustled away.
Erik turned and kissed Christine's smiling mouth, gently sucking her tongue into his mouth, causing a delightful moan to escape her lips.
"Come, my love…we must give the man a chance to ready the room…I want to dance with my wife." His voice was husky and dripping with sexual overtones, but he led her to the elevator, held her hand, and watched the doors close, as they waited to reach the first floor.
Erik knew there were cameras on the elevator, or he would have pushed Christine against the elevator wall and given her a preview of coming events, but he was a man of class; although, being near his wife made him forget himself at times.
The ballroom was as opulent as the rest of the hotel and Christine had to concentrate on keeping her mouth from gaping open. She had never seen a more beautiful hotel.
Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" was filling the room as Erik gracefully swept her into the waltz. He moved with perfection across the floor, creating a world where only the two of them existed.
His commanding ownership of the dance floor had every woman's eyes on him, and Christine knew it. She knew they looked magnificent together, and made a point of showing her ownership of him on several occasions; with strategically placed kisses and hands.
Of course, Erik was completely oblivious to anyone but Christine. "You move with such elegant confidence, my love…one would think you had been dancing the waltz all your life." He said with a smirk.
"I dance this way only because I dance with you." She breathed.
After about a half and hour, Erik led her off the floor, through the lobby, and placed her in the elevator once more. It was time to go to the room.
His eyes never left hers as the elevator crept up to the top floor, which contained the deluxe suites.
When they stepped out of the elevator, Erik drew Christine into his arms and effortlessly carried her to the room; it was like a scene right out of a movie.
He didn't take his eyes from hers as he placed the cardkey in the door and carried her over the threshold.
He gently closed the door with his foot and slid her down the hard length of his body. When her feet were firmly on the ground, he kissed her passionately; but he was in no hurry…he planned to make this last the greater part of the night.
"I don't want to disappoint you." Erik whispered as the kiss ended and Christine pushed the jacket off his shoulders and began undoing the silk scarf around his neck.
She tenderly placed a kiss at the pulse point of his throat. "Nothing you could do – or not do, would ever disappoint me."
She continued with the scarf and when it was off, she skillfully undid the buttons of his vest and pushed it from his shoulders, locking eyes with him.
The music in the background was playing seductive strains on the saxophone and Christine could feel the sexual charge pulsing through her.
Erik feathered his hands over hers as she slowly, maddeningly, undid the buttons on his shirt, kissing each inch of exposed skin as the shirt parted to reveal his well-built, chiseled chest.
Erik moaned with delight as she salaciously lathed each hardened, masculine peak.
"I love it when you do that." He groaned.
Christine kissed each pec and gently pushed him back and onto the bed. She presented her back to him and lifted her hair.
"Will you unfasten this? I have a special treat for you."
Erik dutifully undid each delicate button, until her bare back was laid open to his greedy eyes. He slowly, deftly slid his fingertips up her spine, losing himself in the warmth of her body in its perfection.
He placed a provocative kiss upon her naked shoulder and lathed her skin with his tongue, feeling her tremble with desire.
She turned, holding the dress to her front, and smiled amorously, "Wait here my husband, I will be right back."
Her voice was husky and low, sending delightful shards of pleasure through Erik's already enraptured body.
Erik watched the most beautiful woman he knew, his wife, pick up her luggage bag and move into the bathroom, his raging arousal fully protesting her departure.
She looked longingly at the hot tub, noticing that all was as Erik had ordered it; her yearning for him grew more intense as she pictured them making love amidst the pulsating waves and fragranced water. The rose petals floating atop the water added an air of film noir romance to the strictly white décor.
With that image still fresh in her mind, it took Christine all of five minutes to rid herself of the beautiful dress, apply scent to strategic areas of her body, and don the Victoria's Secret black lace, micro-chemise she had purchased specifically for this night.
She felt like the most sexually alluring woman in the chemise. It had an off-the-shoulder, scalloped neckline, hugged her body like a second layer of skin, stopped about two inches past her derriere, and the sleeves were bell-shaped from the elbow, down. It came with a matching pair of lace bikini underwear.
She started to let her hair down all the way, but decided to leave that to Erik; she loved his hands in her hair and he loved it long and flowing…a seductive smiled spread over her face as she thought about what she would be doing to him and with him, in the next few hours.
She opened the door and avariciously moved toward him, noticing that he had not taken any more clothing off, but had pulled down the bed.
His eyes devoured the sight of her. He started at her painted toes and drank in her delicately curved calves. His mouth watered at the softness of her thighs and the sway of her full hips. The pronounced curve of her waist evoked a deep groan within his chest and as his hungry eyes studied the surging swell of her breasts, Erik was certain he would die from the wave of desire that raced through him.
He stood up, and his huge hard-on made a significant outline in his pants. He pulled her into his embrace and she molded to his hard, heated body in perfect accord.
"I can't even come up with the words to tell you what that outfit does for me." He groaned.
She answered him with an insatiable smile.
Erik took her hand and led her into the bathroom as he prepared to make use of the hot tub.
The bathroom had mirrors covering each wall and Erik had a perfect view of every angle of Christine's angelic body.
He pulled her to him, lifted her with one arm and carried her to the counter top. He sat her down on it and moved to stand between her legs. He lifted her face in his hands and captured her mouth.
The kiss was so much more intense than any they had shared before this time. His hands devoured her body as she arched into his hard abdomen. He cupped her soft buttocks in his hands and groaned from the contact, as it propelled her even more firmly against him.
Their tongues devoured each other, thrusting gregariously against each other in wild abandonment. Erik lifted her hips and pulled the hem of the chemise over her thighs, feeling the warm flesh become one with his.
Christine moved her hands to the front of his pants, undid the hook, and unzipped them – ever so slowly. She purposefully lingered on the outline of his cock, causing him to inhale sharply. She felt her body grow moist in anticipation of making love with him; but she had so much she wanted to do to him before that occurred.
She allowed the pants to drop to the floor and Erik stepped out of them and brushed them to the side. He wore boxer/briefs, which only proved to emphasize the magnitude of his erection and quiet, undisclosed strength of his legs.
He groaned into her mouth as she massaged his rigid staff through the material of his underwear. He purged into her hand and gasped at the intense sensation that it caused; he felt more alive than he had ever felt.
Erik stood Christine up and slowly edged the chemise up her body. Christine's breathing deepened and lengthened as his fingers whispered across her scorched flesh and he worshiped her with his beautiful hands.
As the material gathered at her breasts, Erik longingly brushed his thumbs across each hardened peak. Christine's moan urged him on and he quickly moved the chemise over her head and placed it on the cabinet top.
Erik's eyes opened to look upon her sweet, plump, mounds. He could hold back no longer and he captured her breasts in his hands, kneading the swollen peaks between his thumbs and index fingers.
His body was aching for fulfillment, but he tried to maintain a leisurely pace as he moved his mouth over hers in a searing kiss.
"You are perfection, my love." He murmured into her ear as he removed her bikini underwear, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her to the hot tub.
He gently lowered her into the water, rubbing his swollen cock across the crux of her thighs; eagerly awaiting the moment they would become one.
Erik started to remove his underclothing, but Christine placed her hands on the waistband and shook her head.
Erik smirked seductively and allowed her the opportunity to run her hands under the waistband, cup his tight, firm buttocks, and gently knead them with her hands. He groaned in delight, as the pressure of her hands on his rear pushed his swollen cock into her soft belly.
His head lulled back and his lips parted as she meticulously inched his under shorts down, until they rested firmly against the bulge of his hard-on. She moved her hands over the contour of his muscular hips, cupped his rock-hard erection in one hand, and pulled his underwear down with the other.
Erik's legs felt like they were crumbling out from underneath him. Her hand on his burning hardness just about sent him reeling into a whirlwind of orgasmic pleasure.
Christine had never had the urge to suck a man into her mouth, but the desire she felt to feel Erik fill her there, was overwhelming.
"Come into the water, Erik; sit down on the tub and lean back against the mirror." Christine instructed, marveling at how powerfully built he was.
Erik moved to the corner of the tub as she had instructed. The tub was a very spacious round tub with generous sitting area between the mirrored wall ant the water.
The minute Erik sat down, Christine was ferociously claiming his mouth in a searing kiss. She took the dominant role, plunging her tongue into his wanton mouth rubbing his straining erection with her hard abdomen.
Erik couldn't open his eyes, the divine sensations she was giving him made him shiver with desire. She was making love to his mouth, meeting every forceful thrust of his tongue with an equally forceful thrust of her own.
Erik buried his hands in her full hair, removing the clip the secured it,and deepened the kiss as she pushed against his hard-on, causing him to groan loudly into her mouth.
Christine pulled from his mouth, ran her moist tongue along the pulse of his neck, and moved further to tease each pert male nipple. A sensual smile played upon his full lips and he moaned with pleasure.
Christine kissed down the trail of dark hair that led to his erect sword, noting how defined his abs were. She spread his legs further apart, cupped his hardened testes with one hand, and firmly gripped his cock in the other.
Erik's eyes shot open as she began the up and down motion that made him writhe in her hands. He had never experienced a woman's touch before, but had expected it to be less satisfying because of the strength issue; but Christine's dainty, long-fingered hand sent his head spinning.
"That feels so good." He moaned as his eyes closed.
Christine took a handful of water and trickled it onto his erection, watching the water make a trail in his dark hair. His cock was as impressive as the rest of him; tall, strong, gorgeous, and chiseled.
"You think that feels good?" Christine teased, as she watched the proof play upon his features.
Just when Erik thought it could get no better, he felt the warmth of her mouth engulf him. His hands gripped the side of the tub and his hips bucked in unison with her mouth as she rode his sex in the warmth of her mouth.
She lapped the velvety underside of his cock with her tongue, and followed the bulging vein all the way to the sensitized head. Erik arched into her as she took him fully into her mouth, all the way to the base of his proud shaft.
Erik followed the rhythm of her mouth as his hand rested in the mahogany curls that played across his abdomen. The motion increased and a deep, rumbling, sensually tortured groan erupted from this throat as she slid her lush mouth up and down his sex; again and again.
Erik had lost all sense of time and space as she swirled and tucked her tongue around his pulsing rod and then suctioned her way back up to the glistening head.
Erik could feel his climax building and did not want it to come to that yet. He moved from her, pulling his cock from her mouth with a distinct smack.
"I never knew it would feel so good; but when I come, I want to be buried deep within you." He murmured with a wolfish grin. "Now, lean back." He rasped.
She leaned back against the back of the tub with her arms supporting her. Erik positioned himself between her legs and buried his head between her jutting breasts. He lathed each hardened nub as Christine quivered beneath him.
He suckled the plump flesh, pulling her fully into his mouth and working the taut tip with his tongue as he found the moist nub of her clit and gently rubbed it with his thumb and finger.
His own aroused flesh demanded release, but Erik concentrated on Christine. He kissed down her tummy and over her abdomen, and his hands fondled her bottom as he drove his tongue into her navel.
He entered her with a finger as he continued to massage her clit with his thumb. He wanted to hear her say what she wanted, his fevered mind needed to hear the words come from her mouth.
Christine bucked her hips in time with his hand and her moans were coming in loud spasms. Erik could smell the scent of her musky arousal and he could feel his cock pulsing with need.
"You're so wet and hot for me, my love…" Erik observed, "…but, there is much left to learn."
Hearing his erotic, deep voice resound off the walls and caress her body made Christine feel like begging for some relief.
"Erik…please…." She moaned
He reluctantly removed his mouth from her frenzied flesh and regarded her with a sultry grin, "What, exactly, do you want me to do?"
She grinned amorously and challenged him with her eyes, "Use your imagination."
A low, masculine chuckle was her answer as he moved to straddle her with his legs. He bent over, took the pliable, plump flesh of her breasts in his large, talented hands and moved them together. He buried his face in the soft mounds and grazed his teeth across the straining peaks. Her moan was unmatched and her hips rose in answer to the call of the wild as her blood pulsed through her veins.
"Touch yourself, Christine…I'm going to be busy elsewhere…." He murmured.
He took her hands and moved them over her breasts, kissed down her stomach and abdomen, and positioned himself between her legs.
Christine's heart was beating so quickly and her breathing was deep and fast. She could not believe he was going to do what she thought he was going to do…Hayden had never even wanted to discuss it.
She felt him spread her legs wide before his exploring eyes. He played his hands over her thighs, relishing in the velvety softness of them. He heard her soft moans of pleasure and boldly moved forward.
Securing her thighs over his shoulders, he moved to nuzzle his face against her stomach, adoring her with soft, moist kisses all over her belly as he slowly moved over her wet, womanly flesh.
The water ebbed under them, creating a blanket of warmth beneath them. The gentle lull of the soft waves undulated around them, making for an erotic setting.
He watched her caress her breasts with increased vigor as he moved his fingers gently over her feminine mound. He felt the slick, moist, evidence of her desire and his own straining arousal pulsed with need.
Her legs were trembling in response to her desire and she ground her hips into his fingers, begging him for relief.
He smiled impishly, knowing that he was bringing her pleasure with his hands; the same hands that had composed arias and played five instruments; the same hands that designed structures that people paid millions of dollars to construct…those hands were bringing the woman he loved; his wife, pleasure. What a humbling and yet arousing thought!
She moaned and inhaled quickly as she felt him spread her legs wider and finally take her with his mouth. She kept one hand on her supple breast and moved the other to wind in his thick, dark, hair, pushing into him with wanton abandonment.
Her back arched against the tub as he slid his warm, greedy tongue over her heated clit and then laved deeply into her, tasting her sweetness as he cajoled her into an erotic, sensual dream world.
He moved his tongue over her dripping sex and felt Christine writhe beneath him, wanting every inch of his tongue touching her. He pulled her clit into this mouth and suckled her until she was thrashing her head back and forth in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
He could feel her reaching her boiling point as he continued sucking her clit, intermittently lathing his tongue over it. She bucked against him and Erik knew she was coming.
He swept his tongue ferociously over her as she screamed her release. He drank in her essence, causing a continuous ripple of pleasure through her body. She had never had such a powerful orgasm.
Erik suckled on her still erect nipples as she rode out her climax. Then, he sat down on the bottom of the tub and pulled her onto his thighs. His erection was nestled between them as she moved to her knees, leaned over his face, and kissed him passionately.
Erik cupped her breast in his hand, adoring it with his fingers. He felt her move her core over his shaft, begging him to sheath himself within her warmth.
Erik opened his emerald eyes and watched her face as she pushed herself onto his erection, burying him deep within her. Moans escaped both of them as she adapted to the massive size of him.
Erik's breath caught in his throat as he felt her moist softness wrap around his hardness. He hadn't thought it would feel this good. She sank onto him with such ease, and her face glowed with salacious pleasure.
He buried his head in her neck, cupped her rear with his hands, and guided her as she pounded down on him.
"Oh…that feels so good…." Christine moaned as she bounced up and down on his driving hips. Erik moved his mouth from her neck to a quaking breast, molding its pliable softness with his magic hands as his tongue circled the ripe tip.
"Get on your hands and knees." He whispered as she complied with his wishes.
Christine put her hands on the edge of the tub and her knees on the bottom. Erik knelt behind her and rubbed her soft skin with his hands. He ran his hand up her spine and slowly moved to her dangling, fully aroused, breast. He kneaded it while leaning over her.
The hot head of his cock teased her entrance, playing hide-and-seek, as Christine whimpered in anticipation of his penetration.
Erik was through being soft and slow, he wanted hard and fast. He rammed into her, making her moan with loud pleasure. His thighs beat against her as she arched to meet each driving thrust.
He leaned over her, still riding into her, and ran his tongue over her ear. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the back of her neck as she made loud whelping noises each time his hips collided with her thighs.
Erik felt his orgasm approaching and slowed down his pace, it wasn't time yet. He pulled out of her, picked her up, and removed them both from the tub. He did a quick but thorough drying, paying close attention to her moist sex and throbbing breasts.
After quickly drying himself off, he picked her back up and carried her to the bed. He lowered her onto her back and suckled each breast. Christine wrapped her legs around his hips and Erik's rock-hard cock found her inviting opening and drove in.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her as he ground into her with forceful cadence. He pulled back and mated with her tongue in the same intense passion with which he mated with her body.
Without loosing rhythm, Erik moved her legs over his shoulders and moaned as he felt the barrier of her womb on the tip of his cock; he was buried as deep into her as he could go.
He had also found the area within Christine that erupted within her and she screamed as her climax overwhelmed her. She rose to meet every stride as Erik felt her constrict around him.
He understood the artistry in what they were doing and was amazed at the intricate way their bodies fed off each other. He felt his body reacting to the constricting force of the orgasm as his eyes rolled back. Sprigs of light erupted behind his eyelids and a tingling warmth emanated off each cell of his body.
As she ground into him with her climax, Erik joined her in his. His loud cries of release and the hot, pulsating feel of his seed pouring into her made Christine's climax last longer than anything she had ever experienced.
He wrapped her in his arms as the final spill of his orgasm rested within her. He found her warm mouth and softly, tenderly wrapped his tongue around hers. The kiss was a thank you to her, for every ounce of love she had given him. He could not find the words, so he showed her with his kiss.
"I love you, Christine." He whispered, as he moved to her side and pulled her to him.
"I love you more, Erik." She retorted with a tease.
She felt him smile into her neck, for her back was to his chest and his arms rested possessively around her chest and waist. He nuzzled the back of her neck with his nose, settled against her, and in a matter of moments, he was sound asleep.
Christine soon joined him, as the quiet evenness of his breathing lulled her to sleep. They both were satiated and satisfied – ready to take on the world.
TBC