His hands found her hips and he swung her beneath him, then divesting her of her pantalets. He took her breast once more into his mouth as his hand found the other and gently began rubbing the nipple. Christine felt a rush of heat flood between her legs and she opened her legs unconsciously at the feeling. His fingers left her nipple to find her hot center and begin to caress her. Christine closed her eyes and whispered his name, rocking against his hand.
"Yes, Christine, just like that..." he whispered against her ear. She was so hot and ready. The idea that she wanted him so much was something he could never get tired of. Taking her hand he entwined their fingers and brought it down to her pulsing center. Christine's eyes opened as he began to move her own fingers against herself. She tried to pull her hand away but he held her fast.
"Touch yourself," he growled against her ear. His body had begun to shine with a thin layer of perspiration and he had noticed that the bed had seemed to heat up with a matter of moments. But at the sight of Christine's own hand touching herself; it was almost too much.
"Erik...I can't..." she began to protest. But Erik kept his fingers with hers and slowly they brought her to orgasm. Christine collapsed against him and Erik judged that he could no longer wait to be joined to her. He positioned himself against her entrance and her eyes found his. She cried out softly in fear when she began to feel the pressure of him slowly moving the head in. He was extremely large and she found it uncomfortable, which caused her to wince. Erik brought her breast into his mouth once more, trying to distract her while he made his way in. When he heard her moan he reared back and plunged, deciding that it would be easier on her if he went quickly. He broke through her innocence and Christine cried out in pain. Erik could not keep in the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her tight canal squeezing him unbelievably. She felt so damn good!
"Damn," he growled between clenched teeth. It took all of the will power he had not to just pound into her again and again. Christine was breathing very deeply, trying to become used to having something that large inside of her. After a few moments Erik had no choice but to pull out and thrust back into her, his need to move to strong to stay still any longer. Christine's nails found his shoulder blades and dug into his skin as she slowly began to pick up the rhythm that Erik had started with the grinding of his hips. It hurt but the pain slowly began to fade into pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before.
The way Erik moved and touched her showed her that he knew what he was doing, and had probably done this hundreds of times before with dozens of women. Christine admitted that she was jealous when Erik began to get just a little rougher. She did not want him to touch anyone like this, she did not want anyone to know what pleased him and made him happy. She felt his hands go to her hips and held her still as he began pounding almost unmercifully. Christine began to feel that familiar feeling in her stomach the harder Erik pumped.
Christine pressed kisses against his neck and cheek, realizing that she loved being this close to him. The bed seemed to protest beneath them the longer they moved and soon Christine was panting for breath. Unable to hold it back any longer Christine surrendered to her desires and her body squeezed Erik's as she cried out in ecstasy. Erik's mouth found her neck and he bit down quite roughly as he moaned and let himself release. Christine was stunned when she could feel the hot current of his seed flow into her as his whole body tensed. It was a strange yet very welcome feeling. He collapsed against her, spent, and his heavy body pressed her deeply into the mattress.
As Christine let her breathing return to normal she quietly waited for Erik to say something, wondering if she had done alright for her first time. Her body was still tingling with aftershocks and every slight move Erik made she was very much aware of.
"You were so damn perfect, Christine," Erik said, his voice coming out raw. Christine ran her hands through his hair, moving the damp pieces away from his mask.
"Better than Natasha?" she could not help but ask. Erik said nothing for a moment.
"Natasha cannot compare to you, Christine," he said softly, and she could tell he meant it. He pulled out of her and she winced slightly when she felt the soreness. Erik got comfortable on his side and pulled her against his warm skin. Rain began to fall and its gently pounding against the window slowly lured her into a deep sleep in her husband's arms.