Well, here's the second chapter of the wedding night - there will be another chapter to complete the wedding night activities; so you will have to be patient with me...again.

Thank you Mlle.Fox for your corrections and always pertinent advice.

Thanks to MJ MOD for correcting my French so that it reads on a familiar level.

Now, lest we keep our roguish Erik and innocent Christine waiting...oh, and this chapter and and the one to follow, definitely earn the "M" rating.

MAN OF SORROWS

CHAPTER 40

Erik stilled her curious hands before any more damage could be done to his waning self-control.

"Pas aussi rapidement, mon ange; venez ici." (1)

He beckoned her to come to him with a twitch of his fingers; which she did, without question.

He stood beside the bed and drew her in into his arms; he slammed her against his hard, hungry body with deliberate force, and his mouth crashed onto hers.

Fighting the urge to throw her beneath him and plunge into her warmth, Erik stroked her mouth into ecstasy – seeking and demanding everything she promised him in the green of her passion-filled eyes and swollen sweetness of her plump lips.

She slid her tongue against his with moist, silken strokes – wanting more, but not certain of how to ask.

Instinct took over, and Christine suckled his tongue and then repeated that action with his bottom lip. She moved down his jaw and over his neck, planting fiery kisses on her way.

She found his stiff, male nipple and swept her tongue across its tight surface, causing Erik to hiss and tremble. His eyes drifted shut, and his enthralling mouth was slightly agape, as he lost himself to the sensation she created.

She switched sides, and Erik spiked his fingers through her tousled hair – causing the fiery tresses to filter through his fingers and fill the air with their fresh scent.

She could hold back no longer, and found the swollen outline of his erection through his pants. She felt him swell in her hand, as she rubbed against him, eager to feel the part of him that would soon be cradled within her.

His feral growl only added fuel to the fire and Christine felt a pool of heat radiate in the area that made her a woman. Her eyes opened to find his teal orbs had taken on the color of the sea after a storm – turbulent and untamed.

She expected his touch to be rough and hearty, filled with passions impatience; but instead, Erik gently gripped her shoulders and lured her onto the bed. His body stretched out beside hers as he tenuously moved his fingers up her thigh.

Her breathing was rapid and she could feel the tight, straining pull of her nipples against the fabric of her bra. She longed for relief, but found herself extremely shy about expressing what she wanted from him.

Of course, as though reading her mind, Erik lowered his head and ran his warm, moist tongue over the protruding nub. The bra did little to stop the penetrating heat of his breathe and the balmy fervor of his tongue from reaching her sensitive flesh.

She arched against him, and Erik took the advantage. He moved his adept hand underneath her and unclasped the hooks of her bra, releasing her burgeoning, throbbing breasts. The bra was deposited onto the floor without a second thought, and Erik revered the prize before him.

"Je ne sais pas combien de temps je peux durer sans plonger dans votre corps délicieux avec un abandon sauvage." (2)

The smile that adorned Christine's enraptured face made Erik s passion burn even deeper. Her voice, dripping with desire, made its way to his ear. He worshiped the plump globe of her breast with his tongue, pulling the tightened peak into his mouth and sucking with maddening gentleness.

"You must teach me French…I want to know what it is you say to me."

His quiet growl signified the sensual humor he found in the statement. He released her for a brief moment to reply.

"In short, I want you now, but your body needs to be ready for me."

A strange sensation accompanied his words and Christine lost herself to his mouth and tongue, once again. He fed off her…lathing and sucking her into a dizzying, writhing frenzy.

He could feel her reaching a climax, and increased his tongue action as she reeled over the edge for her first orgasm. She filled the air with her own delirious moans as her body reached the utopia his skilled tongue was giving it.

She continued to moan softly as he paid each breast equal homage, and then moved down her body to lather her curves with his kisses, nips, and licks.

The heady scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and Erik could feel his body respond to the mating call of hers.

"Le premier de beaucoup, mon ange...vous chanterez mon nom comme je vous monte dans l'extase pure; et puis, tu le crierez quand vous me monterez." (3)

His heated words feathered across her abdomen as he spanned his large hands over the soft, curvy surface of her belly.

She didn't even care anymore that she didn't understand him. She could tell by the tone of his voice that his words spoke of his intentions toward her; so Christine decided just to melt from each phrase he whispered and every touch he offered.

Erik moved his fingers beneath her lacey panties and then moved them to cup her womanly warmth. His hand covered her and he felt the moist evidence of her orgasm on his hand.

"Détendez vous, mon ange..." he began, his molten words caressing her. He repeated in English, "Relax, my angel…" but the French dominated his thoughts, "…mes doigts vous ouvriront et alors ma bouche vous mouillera." (4)

Christine understood his words as his long, articulate finger entered her heat. She spread her legs in an act of surrender and moaned into his mouth as he devoured her with his kiss.

"Je t'adore." (5) He whispered, as he inserted another finger into her, and began moving slowly…building her passion and preparing her body.

At first, his mouth laved her breasts, once again bringing her to a shattering climax – this time, intensified by the movement of his fingers.

She bucked her hips to meet the demands of his fingers, pushing him further into her. Erik could feel the tightness that guarded her innocence, and knew that he would have to fill her in the height of her orgasm to reduce the intensity of the pain.

However, there was plenty of time for that…he stood beside the bed and lowered his eyes as she turned to regard him.

His long, sable lashes danced upon his cheeks, and Christine could not remember ever seeing eyes more beautiful than his.

He started to unclasp his pants, but Christine quickly rose to face him with her knees on the bed.

"Let me."

She gently removed his hand and started on his pants, driving the zipper downward and brushing his pulsing, hardened staff in the process. His hiss was thrilling and full of pent-up desire.

With the zipper down, and the hook undone, Christine moved her hands to his rear. She eased them inside his waistline and proceeded to lower his pants while grasping the full wonder of his well-shaped backside.

Erik stood as still as a breathing statue, allowing her free reign over his pulsating body. Her hands immediately went to the proud hard-on that jutted in front of her. No longer shy about exploring him or being explored, she wrapped her warm hand around him – impressed by his girth.

"I think you're the one with the beautiful body."

Erik didn't respond, but his eyes fluttered shut as he tried to stay on his feet. His eyes shot open and his mouth dropped as she circled him with her fingers, massaging the sensitive tip and causing him to surge in her hand.

Her mouth descended to his chest and she moved over his taut nipples with her tongue and lips, making Erik pull away and sink onto the bed to keep from collapsing.

She moved between his legs, spreading them and taking the time to admire their long, sinewy, muscular beauty. His immaculate body was glistening with the tiny beads of passions dew and Christine knew she would never get enough of him.

Erik looked at her through his half-open lids and saw the ferocity in her eyes as she peered at his erect body. She was eager to take control, and Erik wanted her to.

"Touch me…my love…"

She wrapped her hands around him, this time pumping him with alternating strokes. Her grip was gentle and demanding, running the length of his shaft and teasing the bulging, pulsing head.

Erik lost all capability of speech and simply yielded to her novice touch. It was the most erotic experience; watching her work him – and seeing and feeling his reaction.

He smelled of spice soap and the orange blossoms that she had come to expect from him – his scent was so uniquely him – and Christine lavished in it.

She felt him surge into her hand and knew that he was enjoying her hands, but she had heard of other things that men enjoyed…and she wanted to experience them with Erik.

Erik had allowed his eyes to drift shut and his hands were cupping the back of his head, resting atop the pillow. He had yet to taste her, but that would come as soon as she had explored him to her content.

He was lost in the world she was creating and continued to writhe beneath her – until he felt her hot breath tickle the prickling, ultra sensitive staff she had been working on so diligently.

His eyes bolted open and his hands shot out from underneath his head only to find their way to the sheets of the bed. He enfolded his hands within their softness.

"Relax, my angel…you're in good hands." Christine promised with a grin.

Erik smirked sensually and closed his eyes, not noticing that she began to lower her head.

TBC

French translations:
(1) Not so fast, my angel; come here.

(2) I don't know how long I can last without plunging into your delicious body with wild abandonment.

(3) The first of many, my angel...you will chant my name as I ride you into pure ecstasy; and then, you will scream it as you ride me.

(4) My fingers will open you and then my mouth will water you.

(5) I love you.