This chapter will complete the wedding night and move through to the following morning. These love scenes are exhausting to write, so this will be the only graphic scene in the story...I hope it is worth it. There will be plenty of loving...just not quite so explicit.
Enjoy my lovelies!!
MAN OF SORROWS
CHAPTER 41
She had no idea how much she would enjoy it, the feel of him – the smell of him – the sight of him…everything. He was so much…and she wanted all of him.
Her mouth kissed the very tip of his erect flesh and when his eyes bolted open and his body jerked up, she prayed that she would remember the look on his face and the fire in his eyes for the rest of her life.
"Christine…"
He moaned in sweet agony as her mouth worked its way down the staff, kissing every minute centimeter of soft, hardened flesh.
She answered his moan with soft whimpers of her own, and cupped him with her hands. The two orbs beneath his staff were equally fascinating…the flesh soft and thin; but unlike the staff itself, the skin was wrinkled and pliable – what a paradox his body was.
She gently massaged him with her hand in one area and continued to coax him with her mouth in the other. She finally encased him completely within the warmth of her mouth and began a rhythm that had him bucking beneath her and growling softly.
Fighting the urge to explode in her mouth, Erik tried to get his raging blood to slow down by the sheer will of is mind; he couldn't believe she was doing this to him…didn't women hate such things?
Furthermore, where did she learn such exquisite means of torture?
These thoughts were whirling in his head while she whirled her mouth around him – loving how he surged into her mouth every time she engulfed him completely in her mouth.
His eyes glided open and he peered at her through the veil of his long, dark lashes. Watching her slide his cock in and out of her mouth was almost his undoing
Before his eyes closed again, she sucked him into her mouth roughly – grazing her teeth along his staff and then paying express interest to the overly sensitive tip. Erik's eyes rolled back in his head and he knew if she kept this up much longer, this session would end abruptly – and although he wouldn't mind starting the fire again, this was her first time, and he wanted to make it last.
He needed a distraction – that was the answer. He rose up and pulled her mouth from him, immediately missing the talented motions of her tongue.
"Ma petite diablesse…" (1) he murmured, running his thumb along the fullness of her bottom lip and then leaning in to suck it into his mouth.
His eyes never left her lips as he slowly feasted on her sweet mouth, lathing his tongue against hers and murmuring something about being good and having a sweet mouth.
"…vous n'avez aucune idée comment je me sens bien quand vous me bercez dans votre bouche douce." (2)
Understanding a word or two, Christine pulled away from his searching mouth.
His eyes were so dark from desire; the black of his pupils devouring the teal green that she loved so much.
"That felt so good, my angel, having your sweet mouth wrapped around me…"
"I love having you in my mouth, Erik….you're so much more than I can take – but I can't get enough of you."
Her breathy confession made him even more turned on – if that was possible – and Erik gave a low feral growl before he quickly had her beneath him.
He half kissed/half licked his way down her soft stomach and plunged his tongue into the crevice of her belly button. He continued his hot trail and then reached the mahogany curls that adorned her womanhood.
He found the moist folds of her outer core and ran his tongue over the warm, aching flesh. Christine was trembling in this hands and he murmured incoherently as he continued to lick her inner thighs and kiss every inch of her burning skin.
The first touch of his tongue to her heat caused her to whelp and buck…and Erik took that opportunity to bury his tongue inside her. He ripped it in and out of her with great speed, and then lathed around her in lazy, slow strokes…bringing her so close to another release, but denying her the pleasure.
He played with her; teasing her with his tongue and teeth, making her cry out his name in protest as he denied her once again.
Erik continued this sweet torture for a few minutes, making her almost weep from the pleasure that washing through her.
His body demanded release and Erik knew it was time to give it what it wanted. He inserted his fingers into her one more time and found the engorged nub that would send her over the edge again.
He gently licked it, causing her to cram her finger in her mouth to keep from hollering aloud; and then he began the onslaught with his tongue. She writhed beneath him, arching to meet the strokes of his tongue.
Tonight, Erik had learned much about Christine, including her body language. He knew that she was approaching her peak and his body was poised and ready for joining.
He laved against her and felt her tense with her orgasm, and he quickly placed himself between her long legs and entered her in one quick motion. His fingers still massaged the swollen nub as he filled her with his body and severed the barrier that protected her innocence.
She cried out in a moment of pain, but soon moved beneath him as the powerful length of him filled her – deeply and thoroughly.
Her arms wound around his neck and she drilled his mouth into her hers as he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push.
She could not keep silent, as each intoxicating plunge forced a cry of pleasure from her lips…her had writhed back and forth and she whelped loudly as he took her with wild, frantic force.
She had never felt anything so beautiful in her life and met each thrust of his powerful hips with answering fervor and need.
He slowed the pace, drawing his driving hips in and out of her with maddening slowness; leaving her warmth momentarily and then sheathing himself within her, again and again.
She was a wild cat beneath him; her nails raked his back and gripped his grinding buttocks forcefully, making Erik push the edge of his own climactic shutter – but he stopped himself – wanting to stretch the moment out.
Christine had do such device and plunged head on into another powerful climax – riding each rocking move of his frantic hips until her cries of pleasure became whimpers of satisfaction.
However, Erik wasn't done.
He flipped them over in one swift move and she reclined over him, resting her curves against his torso for a brief moment, until she sat up and began moving over him as he began the fine, subtle, circling movements that fanned her passion once more.
His name was ripped from her throat repeatedly as she moved against him with driving force. Her hair played about her face and she looked like a fiery pixie…lost in the spasms of passion.
Her hands gripped his pectoral muscles and used them to support herself, as she rode his bucking hips with uninhibited, sexual fury.
So, this was it; the spiraling, erotic chasm her friends had all whispered about behind their bedroom doors and dreamt about when their eyes closed in sleep.
The absolute perfection of being intimate with a man you love with all your heart…knowing every inch of him and every twitch of his eyelash or wrinkle of his brow.
Yielding everything to him, and not caring that he holds your heart in the palm of his hand; praying that every thought he has is filled with you.
Erik was her soul mate – he completed her in every aspect – in every way she existed; he was her other half.
Her body followed the will of her heart and she gave him everything she was. He gripped her hips and thrust his head back – reveling in the feel of her inner muscles gripping his engorged hardness. She was coaxing his orgasm out of him – the release was drawing closer and he was powerless to stop it.
However, he could still slow the progress. He stopped the pumping and pulled her down to him, kissing her slowly and deeply; making love to her mouth with as much finesses as he wielded her body.
Once again, he moved her beneath him; he pulled her legs over his shoulders, kissing her inner thighs and nibbling gently on the soft flesh.
He slowly entered her again, this time he buried himself even deeper within her, touching her cervix with the full length of him. He raised his hips and she felt him pull out completely – then he poured into her with fast, frantic strokes. He felt her arch against him and take the sweet agony he handed out.
Her body was aching to release again, and Christine raked her fingernails up his back in a show of ardent need. She could feel her own climax building, and wanted him to take her there with him.
She lifted her mouth to his neck and nibbled upon him as he pounded into her. She knew how sensitive his neck was and instinct told her that her actions would increase his passion even more.
Christine could feel the change in him; it was as though he swelled inside her. His breathing deepened and the carnal growls became low, wanton moans – she could feel the rippling muscles of his magnificent body as he readied for his release.
Her own body began another climb and this one wracked her body with convulsing waves of jarring pleasure.
Her release drove Erik over the edge and he cried out with his white-hot eruption and spilled deep within her – years of denial and years of self-hatred washed away in the shuddering, pulsing, spasms of his apex.
She clung to him, not wanting the moment to end. He nuzzled her neck playfully and then rolled over, pulling her atop him. His fingers teased the tousled curls that framed her face and he smiled with a satisfied glint in his eyes.
Words were slow in coming, and for a few minutes all they did was cuddle and kiss; long, slow, wet kisses that only sealed their love for each other.
"That was beautiful." Erik finally uttered.
"Yes…I never knew it would feel so good."
Her voice was ethereal and soft, and Erik heard the underlying joy she was feeling.
"I love you, Christine…more than words or deeds will ever be able to express."
He gave her one last kiss and then pulled her into his bodies curve; her back against his chest and his arm around her waist.
"I love you too, my sweet prince."
Their bodies spent and their passion sated, they lay in each other's arms; allowing the glow of their love making to lull them to sleep.
Sometime deep in the night, they fed the flames again and then slept peacefully until their wake-up call at 9 AM.
♫♫♫
Erik had ordered breakfast in bed and it was delivered promptly at 9:30. Christine had showered and was coming out of the bathroom as Erik was arranging the French toast and fresh fruit on a tray for her consumption.
He fed her – dipping the strawberries in cream cheese dip and then watching her mouth encase its succulent sweetness.
He could resist no longer and after putting the strawberry in her mouth, he put his mouth to hers and tasted it on his tongue; coaxing the flavor from her and enjoying it himself.
She moaned softly and became alive in his arms, ready to abandon everything to him again.
"As much as I would love to indulge my fantasies again, my angel, we are due at the airport in an hour, and I must shower and shave before I set foot outside that door."
Christine pouted, but allowed him to rise and go into the bathroom.
She heard the water start up and could picture the glorious muscles of his body moving under the water as he ran the soap over them.
She could not stop her feet from heading toward the bathroom and then was equally powerless to stop herself from disrobing. She moved to the shower door and knew that he saw her.
He opened the door and swept his smoldering gaze over her naked form. She moved into the water and pressed him against the shower wall, as her mouth claimed his chest.
Fire conquered water, as his body became enflamed by her searching hands and mouth. He stood against the wall, lost to her passionate onslaught. She wanted him, and he was incapable of denying her anything.
Her mouth soon found his jutting hardness and circled the pink head with her tongue as he pushed into her.
His fingers snaked through her hair and he held her head gently as she moved with the rhythm that pounded through this veins.
She devoured him – working his length with her mouth, teeth, and tongue; not missing anything about him.
She took him all into her mouth; every – last - inch of him…and Erik moaned wildly as he felt the back of her throat like the depth of her core.
"Christine, I'm…"
He didn't even get the words out before the blinding force of his orgasm hit him. The pulsing waves of pleasure burst from him and he coated her throat with his essence.
She milked every drop from him and then pulled back with a smirk of satisfaction on her face.
"You deserved that after bringing me to my peak at least six times last night…and you only came twice."
Erik finally opened his eyes to find her staring at him with such love in her eyes.
"You're an enchantress…you have bewitched me with your spell and I shall never desire to be free from you."
He pulled her to him for a drugging kiss – circling her tongue and tasting the lingering essence he had left with her.
The kiss was long and languid, making them both breathe hard…but it drew to an end and Erik gently swatted her backside and turned her toward the shower door.
"Now out, my little seductress, I need to shave and then we shall have to rush to get to the airport…" he watched her exit with a scheming smile on her face. He shook his head and whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, "…women."
TBC
(1) My little vixen.
(2) You do not have any idea how good that feels when you rock me in your soft mouth.