Oh my glob... I'm so so sorry it took me for ever and beyond to update all of this. I have so much going on at the moment. Yay... well thanks a ton and if i messed up in any way please tell me or if you like to talk and all that goodness I would love to just hear your out put too! thanks so so much for reading and here we go!
You gaze at him, looking for an answer that he will understand. "I know you." All you can say is those words over and over.
"You said that already." His voice is low and vicious. He turns away and quickly gets off the bed. "I want to know how you know me, and my name." He starts to pace back and forth.
Please I'm trying to tell you. "I can't explain more than I know you." You cover your naked body with the sheets that had been bunched up in the corner through all the movement of the moment.
Looking back up at him, you begin to watch him can't help but notice that he has scars crossing all over his back and chest. His legs are strong and musseled, though they too have scars. His body is thin and pale in complexion, but still so sculpted that he looked almost like he was made out of marble. Yes… Marble. With the cracks of gray scars running throughout his wonderful sculpted frame. "Marble…." You didn't mean for the word to come out but it did. And he heard it.
"What did you say?" He stopped and looked at you, His eyes once again angered. "Did you say marble?" You flush red with embarrassment. "Yes… I'm sorry." Stupid! He looks down at you and sighs "How do you know my name?" His voice is low and husky. "I read your story… Did you know that you have a book? Many books actually." You search his eye for any change. None. "In all of them you are portrayed differently. All with different endings." His golden eyes look up into yours as he sits at the end of the bed.
"You mean to say that there are different versions of me? That I am not alone in being alone?" He looks lost and distraught. You can help but feel pain for him. What did you just do?!
"You have to trust me that you, Erik, are not alone." You reach for him but he steps back. He looks at you, then moves closer to you. "You promise?" You look at him confused.
"Promise what?" he leans in all at once taking your face in his hands. "That you will not be afraid?" His eyes longing for closer on this topic. "Yes I promise." You close the little space the lingered between your lips. He leans in and kisses back with a fierce need.
"I trust you." He pulls out of the kiss and lets his hands trail down your face and neck. Looking at you he lets a small sigh leave his lips. "You know you look angelic my dear." You blush at this statement and look at him.
"You look like sculpted marble…. that what I was thinking of earlier. Sorry." You drop your eyes from his and let them look over his exquisite form. "You look like beautiful pale marble crossed with dark lines." You reach up and touch his shoulder, he pulls away a little.
"please... don't, not that one ok?" He places his hand over the scar. "This one is the most recent, and The one I despise the most." His face darkened with shame and anger. You can't help but just watch him, pity him. You reach up and touch his arm that now lay across his chest. "I won't touch anything you don't want me to." You push your hand up to meet his that is over the scar. "But that doesn't mean I will not love you all the same." You slip your fingers between his so that you both now hold the scar.
"Your hands. they're so small and soft." He caresses your arm with the unmasked side of his face. You smile and place your other hand on him mask. "Do you still trust me?" You caress his mask and let your fingers creep to the edge of it.
"Yes, you may… if you wish you may take it off." He sits up taller still holding you hand and looks down so that you can slip it off with ease. You pull it off and look back at him. His eyes dart from your hand that holds his mask to your eyes that look at him. "Don't just sit there please, tell me are you afraid?"
You quickly lean in and kiss his now fully bare cheek. "I told you … I can never fear a man who needs to be loved." You kiss his face over and over with sowt little pecks. Then you kiss his lips with more force. He part his lips and lets his tongue slip past your lips to taste you.
Pulling him down on top of you, feeling him tense up, you let a little whimper out. He's ready of your touch though you just began touching him again. His hand brushed stray hair away from your face and rubbed your lips with his thumb. "I love these lips." He whispers into your ear in a deep haunting voice. "More than these I love the ones that lay between your sweet, seductive legs. " His other hand slides down your torso and between the folds of the sheets that hide your body from view.
Gasping at his touch you arc your hips up to him, asking him without words to go further. His fingers rub against the folds of your soft and wet skin. "On my dear, you beckon me." Softly letting his fingers slide up and down your sensitive skin and takes his other hand and but his already hard companion.
"Let me help you my love" You reach out and rub him through the sheets that separate you. He lets out a growl that came deep from within him. He pulls your hand onto him more and helps you stroke him. "That's it my dear!" Tilting his head back you can see that his muscles are tight and sleek with fresh sweat.
Looking back down at you he lets you keep rubbing him, he pulls his helping hand away and pulls down the sheet so that your breast show in with little light is coming from the TV screen. He grabs one of them softly trying not to hurt you, and takes the other in his mouth. Lightly he flicks his tongue over your quickly hardening nipple, giving it soft bites between his lips.
He then moves to the other side and does the same thing, not forgetting to play with you slippery folds in the process. "I can't take much longer. My dear I need to feel you." He pulls the sheet off entirely and looks down at your body. Small red spots on your neck and breast make him ache, your lips swollen from his kisses cause him to pant and your wet and inviting folds make him lose all control.
He pulls your hand back to his hard friend and help you rub the soft smooth skin. "I need more than your touch, Please my love… " You sit up and kiss him again, ending the kiss you let your lips move down his neck, down his chest and to where his legs meet in a main of black curly hair. There you place your last kiss on his torso and then move to his, now fully hard, friend. You kiss the tip, letting you lips part slightly. He moans quietly.
You kiss the shaft up and down as he throws his head back as cringes. He moves his fingers through your hair and guides your lips back to the tip. "please … " He looks back down at you and begs with his eyes. You part your lips and open your mouth as you let him slip inside. He moans loudly and hold your head there. "Oh Fuck." He looks down and watches as you start to move your head back and forth repeatedly. As you go, his moans get softer, more steady.
He finally pulls your lips off his wet erection and pulls you up to kiss him. He savors the flavor of himself on your lips and tongue. "Lay down." His voice is deep and hunting like sensual. You do as he says. He lowers himself on top of you and kisses you once more before he starts kissing your neck. Moving so that your hips are aligned with his he moves his shaft against your folds. You both moan in pleasure.
With his tip, he finds the now sensitive bud between your folds and begins to tease it. You push your hips closer to his wanting more of what he was doing. He gasped at your readiness and rimmed his tip around your opening before sliding in. Your so tight that he has to go little by little so to not hurt you. You moan loudly once he is fully inside.
"Oh Erik, please" You move your hips as he slides in and out slowly. As you both get a feel for the movement, he gradually speeds his pace up. You arch your back to him asking for more with your body. He pulls out and teases your soft wet skin "You're making me lose my composure my dear." You look at him and hold your arms to him, asking for him to be within you once more. "Please..." you say, with a disdain that begs for your release from your urges. "don't have me wait much longer… " He looks down at you and brushes the back of his hand down the side of your face. "so smooth, like glass" He lets his thumb linger on your lips and slips it past them. Letting it rub against your tongue, you suck on it softly, never breaking eye contact. He moans low and deep and thrust back into your warmth. He allows himself to be rough with his movements. You moan and move with him in a frenzy love. As he reaches his limit he pushes into you, deep into you with a need to find release, you give this to him with a whimper that shakes your whole body. You both slip over the edge and fall together into pleaser. He lets small gasps pass his lips before placing a soft kiss on your slightly parted ones. He whispers nonsense into the now warm air, and then lets himself slip off you you and down beside you on the bed.
"Let me love you." the words hang in the sweet warm air between you two. It is not clear which one of you said it but it was there, waiting for an answer.
Oh boy who will say yes? Or maybe we will say no and let it all fade away... " Either way you can not win! " or can we? tune in next time to find you fate in the arms of the phantom, or at his mercy. (PS. I turn 18 on monday! so ready to not feel any older. ) well thank you so much if you like it, hate it, think you're hungry please tell me. please like, comment, and follow to the ends of the earth ! and I will do the same for you! thanks so much for reading till the end and I will try and see you all soon.