Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera does not belong to me (though I think if it were up to him, he wouldn't belong to anyone), only my own characters do.
Author's Note:
To foxgodess07: Glad you loved the last one. This chap will finish it for now and it includes more Brownie goodness.
To xXThAnKs-FoR-tHe-MeMoRiEsXx: Heh, you're not the only one who like to switch places with her. So which 10 min with the phantom would you like? And thanks so much for the compliment, I prefer to write sex this way that's why I had to break this up into 3 parts.
To SafetyPinStitches: Now leaving someone pretty much speechless, how awesome a compliment is that? I hope you're able to speak after this chapter.
To LittleMargarita: How much sexier can I get? Is that a dare? Hmm let me just say that I've got a long list of possible erotic encounters for Erik and S'ray. However in the coming chapters we're getting back to the main story with perhaps some brief erotic interludes. Oh and BTW, the little people have no sense of privacy so it's perfectly natural for them to watch the lovers and comment.
To flamethrowerqueen: Thank you so much for the wonderful review. I've always pictured Erik as a very considerate lover, if a bit shy at first, so it was only natural to write the progression of events as I did. And hey what better way to satisfy his natural curiosity of feminine anatomy? I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations as well.
As promised the continuation of the last chapter and a continuing reason why this story is rated M. If you can't handle what two consenting adults get up when they are alone, then don't read this. On the other hand, if you're a bit of a voyeur then please continue, but don't blame me if the steam shorts out your monitor.
I also want to thank everyone that has signed up for updates and marked it as a favorite; you also keep me writing and don't be afraid to write a review. I don't bite…well…not hard anyway ;-).
I'm also considering doing more artwork and will be putting up a poll sometime today on my profile with some choices as to who you'd like to see me draw from the story.
Thanks to all who have read and reviewed; the more you review, the more I write. Now, any bets on how many times Erik can perform in one night? Remember you have to start counting from chapter 14.
Phantom of the Glen
Chapter 16
Savor Each Sensation
S'ray smiled as she sat up next to Erik. She had been waiting for this moment; he had finally dozed off after their last love making session. She quickly drew several symbols on his chest, each of which glowed for a brief moment before disappearing. Then she slid off the bed and grabbing his shirt from the floor, went down stairs for some essentials she would need for the rest of the night.
Erik moaned softly as he woke up. He could no longer feel S'ray next to him, but there was something incredible going on below his waist. His eyes fluttered open and he looked down in time to watch S'ray lick what appeared to be jam from his erection. "S'ray, what are you? Oh God," he groaned, his head falling back on the pillow as she pulled him into her mouth.
He had heard and read about fellatio, but never thought in his wildest dreams that he would ever experience it. His first impulse had been to stop her, but his body had quickly overruled his now foolish sense of impropriety. After all, considering what he'd already done to her, what on earth could be wrong with this, especially when it felt so damned good.
He moaned again as she slowly licked up and down his length. His arms went up so he could tightly grasp the headboard again. He bucked his hips against her as she licked a particularly good spot. Then when she drew him into her mouth again, all coherent thought fled his mind.
She smiled inwardly at his reaction to her own intimate kiss. After all, she was his first lover and she felt a certain obligation to make the night very memorable. S'ray looked up at him as she continued to pleasure him; he was handsome in spite of the deformity on the right side of his face. She released him from her mouth and blew softly on his hot, wet skin.
Erik growled low in his throat and shook with the ecstasy that was coursing through him. He could feel it building, but he wanted to hold off because what she was doing felt so incredible. This wasn't as good as making love to her, but it far surpassed taking care of this need himself. "Oh God S'ray," he groaned as she kissed up and down his length again.
S'ray drew him back into her mouth and heard his breath catch in his throat. She heard him mumble incoherently as he came closer to release. His body bucked and then stiffened as he spilled himself within her mouth. She swallowed and began kissing her way up his body. He gasped and shuddered as her hair tickled his still over-sensitive skin.
She propped herself on her elbow, watching him as he settled down. "You're welcome," she smiled when he finally opened his eyes and looked up at her.
He reached up and pulled her down so he could kiss her again. "Raspberry?" Erik asked when he broke the kiss.
"Right," she smiled and kissed his marred cheek. "Hungry?"
"Very," he answered sitting up and pulling a sheet over himself.
"I thought you might be, so while you were resting I went down to the pantry," S'ray said taking a fork and jar from the bedside table.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"Tereste was always either hungry or sleepy after making love and if he was sleepy he would wake up hungry," she replied spearing a pear with the fork. "Now open up."
Erik allowed her to feed him, relishing this new intimacy between them. "Mmm, delicious," he smiled brushing her hair back. "Just like you."
"Sir!" she said in feigned shock, "the things you say!"
"What about them?" he asked after swallowing another piece of pear.
"They are simply improper," she laughed.
"Then it's a good thing you can't read my thoughts," he smirked as she fed him another pear.
"Now is that anyway for the Opera Ghost to talk to a lady?" she asked in mock indignation.
"Seeing as the lady in question and said Opera Ghost are both naked in her bed and said lady is also his lover, I would say that yes it is perfectly proper," he said smirking.
"Why I never," she protested.
"Now Madame, we both know that to be untrue; especially after the marvelous way you just woke me up," he countered.
"Fine, have it your way," she laughed and used the fork to spatter his chest with syrup from the pears.
"That was uncalled for," he frowned, trying to look stern.
"You mean this?" she asked and spattered his chest again.
"Yes that, and if you do it again, I'll have to punish you," he said with a gleam in his eyes.
"Oh now that is just too tempting," S'ray said with a wicked smile and this time poured the sticky syrup directly on his chest. Then she quickly scooted off the bed, ¾ empty jar of pears still in hand.
Erik threw the sheet off and went after her, catching her easily. "I've caught you my sweet," he purred in her ear. He easily held her with one arm and liberated the pears with the other.
"So what is the sticky ghost going to do to me?" she asked eyeing the jar he now held.
"He's going to force you to lick every bit of this sticky mess from him," he said with a lustful grin.
"And what about me? You do realize that I'm now just as sticky as you," she said as he held her to his chest.
"Yes, I do," he said with a wolfish grin and then bent to whisper, "and I fully intend to do the same to you before I make love to you again on the floor in front of the fire."
S'ray shuddered in anticipation at his erotic promise. "Then maybe you should let me go so I can get started," she purred sliding her hand up his bare thigh and swaying her hips suggestively.
"Keep that up and I won't let you finish," he growled releasing her.
She turned around and placing her hands on either side of his waist, leaned in and began licking the sticky syrup from him. She would pause at particularly sticky spots and take her time licking and sucking the syrup from him. By this time he had already been forced to set the jar down or risk dropping it. His breathing was rapid as he watched her with half-lidded eyes. However, that was not the most obvious sign of his arousal; S'ray smiled wickedly and slowly licked his hard length.
Erik gasped and his hands automatically went to her hair as she knelt in front of him. He held her to him as she licked and sucked his erection. "S'ray stop," he gasped pulling her mouth from him.
"Are you sure?" she asked looking up at him.
"The only things I'm sure of right now is that I love you and want to make love to you so badly that it hurts," Erik replied as he went to his knees before her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, easily sliding his tongue into her eager mouth. It was at that moment he decided he would never get his fill of her kisses. He didn't know if it was because she was Faye or that he loved her so much and he didn't care.
S'ray's arms went around his neck as she returned his kisses. She loved the way Erik kissed and touched her. He made her feel like a beautiful goddess or a precious treasure he was afraid would vanish in the morning light. The feel of his arms around her was pure heaven; she hadn't realized how much she'd missed a man's embrace. Then the song he had sung to her, his passionate words and voice had won her; heart, body and soul.
He moved his hand to caress her back and grinned as they kissed; he was stuck to her. "Mmm, we have a problem," he laughed breaking the kiss.
"You're stuck to me, aren't you?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes, though it's not an unpleasant fate," he grinned.
"That means my hair is stuck to me as well," she said playfully poking him in the chest.
"Am I allowed to apologize for this?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry," he laughed.
"If you can manage to peel yourself off me, you know where the wash basin is," she sighed.
He pulled his hand from her as gently as possible and went to wet a fresh wash cloth. She was already lying on her stomach in front of the fire when he returned. Erik knelt beside her and began wiping the sticky syrup from her back and hair. S'ray sighed happily as she lay there, obviously enjoying his touch.
After he'd finished, he bent low and kissed the small of her back. She sighed and wriggled her hips temptingly. "Mmm, so what exactly are you trying to tell me now S'ray?" he murmured, brushing his lips over her lower back.
"You're the genius, figure it out," she smirked.
"Very well," he sighed and moved her hair out of the way so her back was bare before him. Then he grabbed the forgotten jar of pears and poured some syrup onto her back.
"Erik!" she gasped as the cool liquid hit her warm skin.
"A thousand pardons Madame," he smirked. "How clumsy of me, please allow me to assist you." Then he bent his head and licked a rivulet of syrup from her. It was hard for him to believe, but her skin tasted even sweeter now. He felt her shudder as he continued to lick the syrup from her back.
One of his hands ran up her thigh to cup one of her bare buttocks. She moaned softly and moved her hips beneath him. Erik growled low in his chest and blew his hot breath across her damp skin, making a shiver run down her back. "Turn over," he growled; running his hand up her side and pulling her over before she had a chance to respond.
"Erik!" she managed to gasp before he claimed her mouth. She was pulled tightly against him, his very evident arousal pressing against her.
He loosened his hold on her and slid his hand between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth as one of his fingers slipped into her wet channel. His mouth moved down to her breasts while her hips began to move against his hand. "Do you want me?" he asked before blowing on one of her wet nipples.
"Yes Erik," she replied breathlessly.
"Then let me hear you say it," he said looking into her eyes. "Tell me S'ray, please."
"I want you Erik," she sighed beneath him. "Please make love to me now Erik."
"And here I thought you'd never ask," he whispered removing his hand and licking her juices from his fingers. "Have I mentioned that you taste like honey?"
"At least once," she smiled as he positioned himself over her.
As he slowly slid into her, she wrapped her legs around him. "Mmm, I don't think I'll ever get tired of this feeling," he whispered kissing her neck.
"Me either," she sighed arching into him.
He began to move over her then; long, slow strokes that soon had her clinging to him. Her fingers dug into his back, bringing a groan from him that bordered somewhere between pleasure and pain. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining their silhouette against the glow of the fire. A new surge of desire coursed through him and he thrust into her faster.
Erik watched her roll her head from side to side, gasping his name and gasping for breath. He felt her plant her feet on the floor and slam her hips into his. He gasped at being buried fully within her; he had never imagined that sex could feel so good for both lovers.
"Harder Erik, harder," she gasped opening her now dusky violet eyes.
He thrust into her hard, groaning in pleasure every time their bodies crashed together. They were both sweating with the heat from the fire and their love making. Their bodies slid together on Beltane, their union a blessing of fertility on the coming growing season and harvest.
"I will never eat pears again," Brandji said turning away from the window.
"I think it's sweet," Luniana trilled as she wrote something on the steamy window pane.
"You would, you addle-brained Pixie," he replied.
"So how many times is it now?" Brule asked with a yawn.
"Umm, this will be six with both times in forest at the Rites," she said counting on her fingers.
"I'm doomed, his stamina matches hers," Brandji groaned. "I'll never sleep at night again with this going on."
"You're just jealous," Luniana snapped.
"Of a half-goblin? I am not!" he said indignant.
"Are too."
"Am not," he argued.
"Are too," Brule said siding with Luniana.
"You traitor! Why are you siding with her?" Brandji demanded.
"I'm not siding with anybody, I'm just saying the truth," he shrugged. "You've been jealous of him since we came back."
"Why would I be jealous of him?"
"He's bigger," Luniana said.
"So what?" Brandji said with narrowed eyes.
"And he's a lot like the Guardian," Brule added.
"And we've never had to share the Guardian's attention with their mate," Luniana finished. "Dandle was widowed before he came here. Remember?"
"Think of it this way, we'll get more attention from two of them," Brule reasoned.
"I don't want his kind of attention," Brandji said stamping his foot. "He tried to eat me. Remember that?"
"How could I forget? It was funny," Brule answered. "Did you ever think that that was your own fault for trying to push him around?"
"Right," Luniana agreed. "He's just like her; he's not going to do anything he doesn't want to do. We'll just have to live with that like we do with S'ray."
"All right, but I don't have to be happy about it," Brandji frowned.
Erik lay on the floor in front of the fire with S'ray in his arms. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been happier or more content. He gave a small smile as he realized it had all happened after he thought his heart would be forever broken and he'd never love again.
"Mmm, you seem lost in thought," S'ray sighed caressing his now stubbled chin. "What's on your mind lover?"
"Nothing and everything," he sighed turning to look at her. "Mostly I'm thinking of how I've never been happier than I am right now."
"So you're happy living in a forest, far away from the opera?" she asked resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm happy being with you," he replied and kissed her. "Where I am doesn't matter as long as I'm with you."
"And that makes me happy," she smiled sliding her leg along his.
"That kind of behavior from you is going to get me hard again," he cautioned as he felt his heart speed up a bit in anticipation of another bout of love making.
"Good, that's what I'm hoping for," she laughed. "I'm holding you to one night and we still have a few hours to go before dawn."
"I don't know that I'll be able to manage that," he said with a sigh.
"You will," she smiled. "I made sure of it."
"How?"
"A little bit of magic," she said sitting up. "While you were dozing earlier. I wanted to be sure you got a full night. Are you angry I used magic on you without asking?"
Erik looked at her in shock, why hadn't he realized earlier that his stamina seemed to be a bit unnatural. Because you idiot, he told himself, you've been enjoying being with her so much that you don't care. That and after you tell her about what you did in Persia tomorrow she won't want you in her bed again anyway so you might as well make the most of tonight.
"Erik?" she asked quietly when he didn't answer her.
"No," he gently said sitting up as well. "I'm a bit surprised, but not angry."
"I'm sorry Erik. Do you want me to break the spell now?" she asked not looking up to meet his eyes.
"Will it go away on its own?"
"Yes, at dawn."
"Then what are we doing wasting time like this?" he smiled lifting her chin so he could gaze into her beautiful eyes. "After all, I did ask for a night in heaven before I recount my life in hell. I understand why you cast the spell and I don't mind."
"I think I see that look in your eyes again," she said looking up at him.
"What look?" he asked dropping his hand to caress her side.
"The one that says you're about to ravish me," she smiled. "Again."
"Actually, I was wondering if you'd do something you did earlier tonight when we were in the forest," he suggested moving to caress her breast.
"If you think you could handle it this time," she smirked. "Of course you'll need to get me in the mood first."
"I know just the thing," Erik replied with a gleam in his eyes. He pulled her back down to the floor so she was lying down on the rug in front of the fire and leaned down to kiss her. His hand moved to caress her breasts, she arched into his touch. "Liar," he smiled between kisses. "You're already in the mood."
"So what's wrong with making you work for it?" she laughed.
"I'm going to make you regret putting that spell on me now," he chuckled as he moved to kiss her neck and shoulders.
"I doubt that," she sighed.
"We shall see," he said moving down to lick one of her nipples.
"Erik!" she gasped as drew the hardened peak into his hot mouth.
His thumb brushed over her other nipple, making her shiver in delight. His mouth soon replaced his hand, eliciting more cries of delight from her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him downward. Erik wouldn't be hurried; he was only going to continue when he was ready. He watched her bite her lower lip as she tried to stifle small groans to pleasure while he took his fill of her breasts.
One of his hands slid low to brush her bare mound and she opened her legs, begging him for a more intimate caress. Instead he slid his hand lower to stroke her inner thigh, making her writhe beneath him. Finally he moved his hand up to caress her wet sex, she gasped sharply as his fingers brushed over her clitoris. He began to kiss his way down her body and soon her heady scent filled his nostrils, driving him lower as he slipped two fingers into her. She moaned louder as he began sliding them in and out of her, mimicking his own thrusts.
Soon his mouth reached his goal and he moved to lie between her thighs. He removed his hand from her and replaced it with his mouth, sliding his arms under her and holding her legs to his shoulders so she couldn't buck him off her. Erik ran his tongue slowly over her and then moved to gently bite at her inner thighs. She gasped and then slammed her fists down in frustration at his sweet torture.
Erik chuckled at her reaction and began stroking her clitoris with his tongue. She drew in a shuddering breath and stiffened in his arms. His clever tongue moved down and probed her channel, bringing a strangled cry of passion from her. He smiled as he pleasured her; her cries of pleasure were truly music of the night. His tongue slid back up to circle her clitoris this time and she shook violently in his arms.
"Oh Erik, oh Erik," she gasped over and over as the fire of passion he'd lit her belly threatened to consume her. He gently suckled at her clitoris and drew another strangled gasp from her. Damn that man, she was so close and all he did was tease her.
"And what do you wish of Erik, mon amour?" he asked lifting his mouth from her.
"Damn it Erik!" she groaned. "You know very well what I want."
"Tell me," he said, "I want to hear you say it."
"Make me cum, Erik," S'ray moaned. "Make me cum."
"I thought that's what you wanted," he said dipping his head again. He resumed his slow torture by gently biting her inner thighs again and making her pound the floor in frustration. His tongue darted out and teased her with short, quick licks.
S'ray groaned aloud as he finally found her clitoris again. She could feel the fire inside her building again, his clever tongue stoking it. She tossed her head from side to side and cried out; incoherently pleading with him for release. Erik still wouldn't let her rush him; he knew her pleasure would be much sweeter if he took his time. He lazily lapped at her sweetness, enjoying the small cries each lick pulled from her. He saw her hands clutch at the rug as he circled her clitoris again and again. She let out a strangled cry as he alternated between sucking and stroking her clitoris with his tongue.
"Erik!" she screamed out as the flames finally consumed her in release. The phantom didn't stop his ministrations on her though; he kept on licking her causing wave after wave of pleasure to wash over her.
He finally stopped and kissed his way up her shuddering body. "Now you're welcome," he whispered in her ear and kissed her.
"I am so not sorry for that spell," she finally said after several long moments.
"Mmm, you in the mood for me now?" he asked stroking his hand down her still flushed body.
"Over by the bed, you'll have something to hang onto then," she said sitting up slowly.
Erik helped her up and led her to the bed. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach to caress him. He groaned at the intimate contact and leaned into the caress. "Now, on your knees," she ordered softly.
He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Are you sure it's not too soon?" he asked softly. "You just . . ."
He never finished what he was going to say as she closed the distance between them and bent her head to kiss him. His hands slid up her body to clasp her waist. She combed her fingers through his hair and rested her forearms on his shoulders as she began to slowly slide down his body like she had in the forest.
They both gasped softly as she slid onto his length. Erik's hands went to grasp her buttocks and support her weight. "Oh God S'ray," he groaned when they were joined again. "What have I ever done in my miserable life to deserve you?"
"Shh," she whispered and pulled his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. "You love me, that's all I care about."
Then he felt her legs grip his hips tightly as she began to slowly ride him. He let his head fall back and was rewarded with her lips at his throat. Erik lifted his head again when he felt her mouth draw back from him and opened his eyes to watch her. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open and filling his ears with the song of her passion and love for him.
He watched her breasts bounce with every undulation she made. He licked his lips, wanting very badly to pull one of those hard peaks into his mouth and tease it with his tongue. S'ray quickened the pace of their ancient rhythm then and he gasped at the pleasure she was giving him. He could feel her body start to tighten around his, a sure sign of her approaching release. One of his arms moved to support her lower back while he grasped the bedpost with other.
"God S'ray," he groaned as she kissed him. "Take me with you, take me with you."
She nodded and claimed his mouth this time instead. Her fingers dug into his shoulders almost painfully as he felt her bringing them both closer to passion's point of no return. Their mouths mimicked the joining of their flesh; voicing their pleasure into each other's body. Her legs locked around him as she began to quiver in release and she bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Erik groaned in release as the shuddering of her body against his drove him over the brink as well.
"Was that as good as in the forest?" she asked finding her voice again.
"Better," he smiled opening his eyes. "Bed?"
"Bed," she agreed. Erik helped her to stand and then pulled himself up. She led him to the side of the bed before climbing up on it herself. "Coming lover?" she asked beckoning him.
He stalked over to her like a cat and pulled her down onto his chest. "Vixen," he growled before kissing her.
"Lech," she laughed tickling his side.
"Temptress," he grinned.
"Rogue," she retorted.
"Seductress," he replied.
"Rake," she smiled.
"Mistress," he answered.
"Don Juan," she said with a self-satisfied smile.
"Has triumphed," he finished with a smirk.
"Has he now?" she asked listening to his heartbeat and stroking his chest.
"Well, he's won the beautiful woman and bedded her several times," he grinned.
"And here I thought I had just bedded you," she sighed running her fingers over one of the scars on his chest.
"All a part of his devious plan, make her think it was all her idea," he smiled kissing her.
"Very clever," she nodded wrapping one of her legs around his.
"I thought so," he said holding her close.
"You should know that no matter what you tell me tomorrow, my feelings for you aren't going to change," she said kissing another scar. "Bullet wound?"
The phantom nodded and said, "Please don't make promises to me like that, I've had my heart broken too many times. I don't think I can stand having it happen again."
"Then don't tell me. I don't care about your past Erik, I care about you," she said wrapping her arms around him.
"I know you do," Erik replied, "but I have to tell you anyway, that's the only way I'll know for certain."
"If that's what you need to do to be sure I love you," she said with a hitch in her voice, "then I can't imagine how painful your life has been."
"Please S'ray, please don't cry for me," he said wiping a tear from her cheek. "Not tonight anyway. After tomorrow if you still love me in spite of the horrible things I've done, then help me drown out my past and make me forget. Fill that black part of my soul with your love and bring me into your world of light."
"I will, I will," she smiled laying her head on his chest.
The phantom looked over at the window and narrowed his amber eyes. He could swear he detected a faint lightening of the sky, he could certainly hear the birds becoming more active. He looked down at the woman curled next to him; he should have just enough time before dawn to make love to her one last time. "The sky is just starting to brighten," he said moving to lie on his side. "May I love you one more time before dawn?"
"Please," she sighed and kissed his chest.
He tipped her chin up so he cold kiss her; a long, lingering kiss full of all the love in his heart. "I love you," he whispered looking into her eyes. "No matter what happens tomorrow, I will always love you."
She was about to speak when he stopped her. "Please, no promises till after tomorrow," he begged. "After you know, then make any and all promises that you wish."
S'ray nodded and brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Then let me make love to you instead," she smiled caressing his ruined cheek.
"I would like that very much," Erik replied stroking her jaw with his thumb.
"Then lay back and relax," she said gently pushing on his shoulder.
He lay back with his head and shoulders cushioned on the pillows. She sat next to him and putting her arms around his neck began to slowly and sensuously kiss him. His mouth opened for her and his arms came up to wrap around her. Her mouth moved to kiss his cheeks and chin while one of her hands combed through his hair.
"You're amazing," he sighed as she moved to kiss his neck. "Hey, that tickles," he chuckled as she licked behind his ear.
"How about this?" she said softly and nibbled his earlobe.
"Mmm, good," he groaned closing his eyes.
"And this?" she asked licking his ear.
"Yeah," Erik replied caressing her back.
"This?" she smiled, blowing warmly across his ear.
"Why don't you see for yourself," he smirked as she pulled back to look at him.
"Mmm, that smirk can mean only one thing," she smiled running her hands over his chest and shoulders.
"And what's that?"
"That you are avoir la trique?"
"Madame," he said running his hand down her side to rest on her hip. "That was a very vulgar expression."
"And we've been engaging in what many would consider to be very vulgar acts and we're not even married, so I believe the expression fits," she said moving to her knees.
"I've done nothing vulgar with you. How could I do anything vulgar with someone so beautiful as you?" he said sitting up to pull her in for a kiss.
"Would you like me to be vulgar?" she asked after the kiss.
"Pardon?"
"Would you like me to be a little bit vulgar?" she smiled.
Erik just looked at her, a look of shock on his face.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said and straddled one of his thighs. S'ray slid her knees apart till she was settled on his leg.
The phantom swallowed hard, unsure what to do next if he should do anything. He could feel the wet heat of her sex as she wantonly pressed herself against his leg. S'ray smiled wickedly at him before running her hands up her body and over her head. The she began to sway her body from side to side as her hands slid up and down her bare flesh.
"Dear God," he groaned unable to look away from her lacivious actions. He felt his throat suddenly go dry as he watched her hands slide over her own breasts and she closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure.
"Like what you see Monsieur Phantome?" S'ray asked opening her eyes and capturing his dark gaze.
"Yes," he answered, his burning gaze following her hands as they moved over her body.
"Mmm, I am so hot and wet right now," she sighed as her hands slid down her stomach and over her thighs. "Can you feel it lover?"
"I can," he gasped as she ground herself against his thigh.
She took his hand then and brought it over to her venus mound so he could feel her heat. Her hand continued to press his against her till his fingers slid between her nether lips. "This is what you do to me Erik," she gasped as his thumb grazed her clitoris.
"You are hot and wet," he agreed.
"I need something from you Erik," she sighed, swaying over him.
"What?" he asked entranced by the movements of her small but perfect breasts.
"This," she smiled and stroked his aching erection.
"S'ray," he hissed closing his eyes and falling back to the pillows.
He was relieved when she removed herself from his leg. It was incredibly erotic, but he'd have to ponder what they were doing now before he decided if he liked it or not. Then she was straddling him and sliding down onto him again. "You can touch me now if you'd like," she sighed as she started rocking back and forth over him.
"Oh S'ray," he groaned letting his head fall back.
"Vulgar enough for you?"
"Yes," he groaned, his hands going to reset on her hips.
She wriggled her hips from side to side, grinding down on him again. His breath caught in his throat and she resumed her rocking movements. Her arms went around his neck as she made love to him. Erik moaned under her, this woman was pure heaven; his only regret for tonight would be that he couldn't make it last longer.
He could slowly feel it begin to build inside himself, a wave that would wash over him and leave him momentarily senseless. The phantom watched her as she moved over him. Her moans of pleasure and the look of ecstasy on her face plainly showed him how much she was enjoying her position over him right now.
Oh but he felt marvelous beneath her. S'ray could feel that wonderful tension building in her belly again. She could also feel Erik's hands move to grip her buttocks and try to speed up her movements over him. Her hips ground down on him in retaliation and a strangled gasp escaped his lips as he released her hips.
Now he knew how she felt when he'd made her ask him for release. It was torture, but the sweetest torture he'd ever experienced in his life. He watched her pace increase along with her breathing. It wasn't long before he was on the verge and so was S'ray if he was any judge of the sounds she was making.
His hands gripped her hips tighter as she moved over him. He smiled wickedly as he moved one hand so he could brush his thumb over her clitoris. She gasped softly and he felt her start to contract around him. Her paced quickened and once again he brushed his thumb over her. A strangled cry came from her when he stopped. She moved against him with more force and he stroked her clitoris again.
That sent her over the edge, she cried out sharply as she found release. Erik grasped her hips and pulled her tightly to himself as her body's contractions drew out his own release. They shook together for long moments, waves of pleasure coursing through them. Finally, S'ray collapsed onto his chest in exhaustion. They lay in each others embrace, still joined, waiting for their bodies to calm and their strength to return.
"Look at that," she finally said after turning her head to look out the window.
"What?" he murmured, burying his nose in her hair.
"It's dawn," she sighed.
"So it is," he replied opening his eyes. "Good thing, I'm exhausted now."
"Me too," S'ray yawned.
"Can you move?"
"I think so."
"We should get some sleep, I'll go downstairs to my bed by the fire."
"No Erik, stay here with me."
He looked at her silently.
"I don't want to sleep alone, not after what we've just shared," she pleaded.
"I'll stay if that's what you wish," he said with a smile.
"That's what I want."
"You'll still have to move, I don't think I can sleep in our present position."
S'ray slid off him and he sat up to re-arrange the pillows he'd reclined on. S'ray slid to the foot of the bed and pulled up blankets to cover them from the chill air of the morning. The phantom lay back in the bed and held out his arms to her. She sank into his embrace and pulled the covers up around them.
"I love you S'ray," he whispered softly and kissed her.
"I love you Erik," she sighed as he cuddled her to his chest.
Those were the last words they said to each other before drifting off to sleep. Her light form was partially draped over him, while his arms wrapped possessively around her. They fell into a deep slumber, her head resting on his chest, his steady heartbeat music to her ears.
Author's End Note: So did you figure out how many times Erik was able to perform? Send me a review with your guess and I'll personally let you know if you were right.
Coming up in Chapter 17 – What's Cooking?
Someone's in the kitchen. What new adventure will await the lovers the morning after Beltane? And what's that smell that wakes them up? Will Erik's confession destroy them or bind them closer? Watch for the next chapter soon!