I'm continuing where I left off. I don't own the Phantom of the Opera.
Christine woke the next morning warm and content. She felt the weight of Erik's arm across her waist and snuggled closer to his still sleeping form. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes and started drifting back to sleep. Just as she was on the brink, she felt something strange poking her in the lower back. She wiggled a bit, trying to figure out what is was. Instantly, Erik's arm tightened around her, halting her curious movement.
"If you wish for me to maintain my control, you should stop that, my love," he murmured heatedly in her ear. Christine felt a rush of desire wash over her. She gave another little wiggle and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Erik. He leaned forward and started kissing her neck, his hand inching upward to cup a breast gently through the nightgown she wore. His thumb started stroking gently back and forth over her nipple, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her.
"Erik," she breathed. She shifted her backside more, and Erik pinched the nipple, now hardened, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Moisture was pooling between her legs and Erik shifted his leg to open her thighs. She moaned when his leg brushed across her heated core. She started rubbing herself against his leg, soft, high moans falling from her lips. His hand left her breast and trailed down to yank her nightgown up around her waist. He reached between her parted thighs and found her bundle of nerves and began to rub lazy circles around it. She made a keening noise and arced back into him. His other hand wormed under her and began to play with her neglected breast. He shifted them, so he was on top of her, and slid a finger inside her. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her clit and she writhed under him. With a curse he shed his trousers and took her hand to place on his swollen member. He gave a few pumps with his hand over hers, encouraging her to do as he showed her. Tentatively she stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. He began to rub her swollen clit faster, slightly more erratically. She cried out with pleasure, her inner muscles clamping down on the finger still inside her. He slipped a second finger in, curling them to hit a certain spot. She called out his name, her walls clamping harder around his fingers. With a few more strokes, the coil of pleasure exploded inside her, making stars dance before her eyes. Her hand fell away from his manhood, and she gasped for air.
"Are you ready, beloved? It will hurt a little." Erik asked, lust and love clouding his mind. She nodded mutely and he positioned himself at her entrance. Moving slowly he began to slid into the warm slick heat that was Christine. He groaned and his head fell forward.
"So tight," he hissed. Halfway inside her he felt a tiny, fragile barrier blocking his way. Taking her hand he looked into her eyes, seeking her permission. She nodded and he moved forward. A gasp, a slight tightening of the grip on his hand, let him know to pause and allow her to adjust. He stayed that way for only a few moments before her hips rose hesitantly upward, seeking further pleasure. Erik surged forward, groaning at the tight, wet heat around him. He began a fast, but gentle pace, drawing both of their pleasure to it's height. His eyes found hers, His hand trailed between their linked body to play with that little bundle of nerves again. She screamed, pleasure racing through her body. She couldn't think, couldn't speak but for chanting his name over and over, a plea, to stop, to not stop, never stop. She felt her whole body tightening, until one final thrust, accompanied with a rough rub against her clit and she came undone around his member. The fluttering of her walls around him drew him over the edge, and he pulled out to come onto her belly, nightgown somehow discarded in the course of their lovemaking. He crawled down her body, nestling his head between her thighs and began to lap at her drawing a hiss off pleasure. He hands fell down to latch onto his hair. His lips closed around her clit sucking gently, then his tongue darted into her, to lick up the moisture he was drawing from her. Going back to her clit his tongue went around and over, back and forth, teeth nibbled gently. Two fingers slipped into her pumping quickly, tongue swirling around. A high keening noise was coming from Christine. And she came for the third time that morning. He removed his fingers, gave her one last lick, making her shudder. Crawling back up her body, he kissed her, gently, then with more passion. Her hand reached down to stroke his already semi-hard member. Under her touch she could feel him hardening again. Cautiously at first, then with growing confidence, she stroked him. He rolled them over and gently urged her down until she was facing his cock. He murmured encouragements, she slowly put her lips around the head of him. He bucked, pushing himself further into her mouth. Still murmuring encouragements, he guided her through the process until he felt himself reaching the edge. Her tongue slid over his sensitive flesh and she hummed in pleasure. The vibrations pushed him over the edge and he came hard. She swallowed and sat up smiling. Moving back up the bed to lie next to him, she sighed contentedly.
"That was wonderful, Angel," she murmured. Grabbing a cloth from the bedside table, Erik gently cleaned her of their fluids. As the cloth moved over her body, she continued to mutter sweet words of happiness.
"I love you, Erik," she whispered.
"I love you too, Christine," he replied softly. He looked up at her face and smothered a chuckle. She was fast asleep. He got out of bed, and pulled on some pants. Breakfast in bed sounded like a wonderful idea.
If people still like this, the next chapter will have the reality of what just happened sink in for Erik. What will the repercussions be?