They had a view of the beach from the hotel room. Erik reclined on the couch, able to see it from his seat. There were dark clouds gathering over the water.

"I think I'm going to get into my swimsuit." Christine moved towards her bedroom.

"It's going to rain", Erik murmured without looking her way.

Christine pretended as though she had not heard him, and closed her door.

When she emerged, she had his full attention. He stared openly at her revealed curves, his eyes tracing her figure. She noticed his unmasked cheek had turned a faint pink as he hungrily took her in. His tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously.

She glanced out the window. "You're right. It is going to rain. I guess I'll put my clothes back on…"

"No, don't!" The outburst was unexpected. "I mean… ah… the storm might pass quickly. You could wait it out."

"Hmm." She hid a smirk. "Maybe I'll just have a snack instead then."

Erik stared as she knelt in front of him, settling herself between his thighs.

"C-Christine… what are you doing?"

"I told you, I'm having a snack." Her hands moved to his pants, massaging him through the fabric. His body had already started responding to seeing her in nothing more than a swimsuit and her touch only increased his arousal.

He quickly grasped her fingers, stopping her. She looked up, and met his wide, almost panicked eyes.

"Christine shouldn't touch Erik like that." Erik's voice came soft and timid. "Erik would never ask his Christine to dirty herself so."

Christine giggled. "Silly man, you didn't ask. I'm offering."

She was used to the way Erik became shy around her. They'd been dating for several months now and he was unwilling to move past soft, gentle kisses. She could tell by the way his pants had tightened the moment she entered the room in her swimsuit that she had an effect on him, yet he always resisted her. Christine wasn't sure why.

Again, she moved to undo his pants and this time he simply watched her.

When his cock sprung out, engorged and erect, he turned his head away. "Erik is sorry. He cannot help his sinful thoughts about his sweet Christine. Not when she wears so little in front of him."

Her lips twitched upwards. So he did like the swimsuit after all.

Christine pressed her lips to the swollen tip of him, earning her a shocked gasp from her boyfriend.

"I don't mind your sinful thoughts." She dragged her tongue up the length of him and he groaned.

"Christine… mustn't…" He groaned, his head falling back against the couch. He was powerless to stop her, reveling in the new sensation. Christine was looking at him with loving, lustful eyes and he couldn't bring himself to watch her. Shame fought against pleasure in the pit of his stomach.

"Musn't what? Pleasure my boyfriend? Why not?"

"Erik doesn't deserve it."

Christine stared at him for a long moment before rising and pulling him to his feet as well. He gazed down at her and the fear and confusion mingled with desire that she found in his eyes made her want to cry. He truly believed he didn't deserve it.

Silently, she led him to the bedroom. His hand gripped hers tightly and she felt him trembling.

Once the door was shut, she turned to face him. The expression in his eyes was unchanged. Slowly, she removed her cherry-red swimsuit. It was a one piece that she slowly peeled down from her shoulders, revealing her breasts to his hungry eyes first. To the floor went the swimsuit, the crotch of the piece darkened by the evidence of her own desire. He drew in a sharp breath, unable to look away.

Christine approached him, giving his shirt a playful tug. "Now it's your turn…"

Erik shook his head, fisting the hem of his shirt in his hands. "No. No, Christine must not see. She doesn't want to."

"I do want to." Christine led him closer to the bed. "Let me undress you… it's alright…"

He whimpered but released his hold on his shirt. Christine slowly undid the buttons and pushed it down his arms. He held very still, staring at her hands while she unbuttoned him. Her fingertips skimmed his chest and she felt his muscles flinch, before she helped him remove his pants as well. He cupped his hands over his throbbing member.

"Chrissstine." His voice came as a desperate whine.

Christine hesitated. "Erik… we don't have to do this… if you're too uncomfortable…"

"Erik cannot imagine why Christine would want to lie with a monster."

"Don't say that. You're not a monster." She patted the bed. "Come here, I want you to lie down."

For a moment, he did not move, but then he slowly stepped towards the bed and obeyed, lying on his back. He kept his hands firmly pressed over his cock.

Christine moved onto the bed and gently moved his hands. His eyes fell shut and his entire body tensed, waiting for her inevitable disgust. She straddled his hips and a small noise escaped him when their skin made contact. Slowly, she guided his hand between her legs. He whimpered, his long fingers tentatively stroking the wetness between her thighs.

"Do you feel how badly I want you?" She murmured, ghosting kisses along his jaw.

"Oh… Christine…" he breathed.

"Right here… like this…" She brought his fingertip to her sensitive nub, moaning when he gently rubbed it. "Good boy…"

She felt him relax a little under her, and his fingers became a little more curious, dipping inside her, learning what it felt like to pleasure her.

"Christine… Christine is so wet…" He pulled his hand away, lifting it up to inspect. He glanced at her face and then back to his fingers, licking them hesitantly. When Christine showed no sign of disgust, he licked them clean.

She leaned down and kissed his lips. Her hand slid between them to his throbbing member that had been trapped against his stomach. Christine stroked him, wetting the tip with the pearl of pre-cum that had beaded there. He groaned and she pressed her lips to his throat.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded silently and she lifted her hips, easing herself onto his cock.

Christine closed her eyes. Finally. She'd wanted this for so long.

She taught him the rhythm of lovers and the symphony of moans that she herself was still a novice at. Her lips caressed his neck and shoulder, sliding along his skin, just desperate to feel all of him.

She guided his hands to her body, encouraging him to explore. Once he knew she wanted to feel his touch as badly as he wanted to touch her, his hands moved with determined exploration, learning every inch of her. He delighted in drawing soft gasps and moans from her lips and he was soon almost an expert in pleasing her. He always had strived for perfection.

When they at last found their climax, they found it together, tumbling over the edge with arms tight around each other, unwilling to let go. He held her against his chest, drowning in a sea of sweat and tears. She gently kissed his tear stained cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

He only shook his head. Her fingers tenderly brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Don't cry…"

"Christine… I love you." he breathed.

"I love you too."