She was beautiful, perfectly made, everything flawless. Her breath came in small gasps as he touched her, his hands finding all of her secrets until she could hide nothing from him. She did not want to. Crimson spread over her breasts and cheeks as she flushed, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. His hands, large, rough, glided over her body like she was a finely tuned instrument. The feel of his warm skin left a fire of want in its wake, causing her to ache for more, so much more. Pleasure boardered on pain until her mind was a haze, nothing making sense except for the need to reach the peak along with him.
Christine's tongue tangled wildly with Erik's as they came together almost violently. One of his hands had her arms pinned above her head while the other tortured her with the promise of pleasure. Their clothes lay abandoned on the floor. Erik's mask had come off in their frenzy to come together. A candle burned low on the table beside the bed, the light illuminating the perspiration that beaded their bodies. It had been hours...hours since this heat and passion had begun, but neither could get enough. Christine had done something earlier that Erik would have never believed her capable of and the result had him hard repeatedly, taking her again and again, bringing her to her climax again and again. His mind brought him back to a few hours before, when he had seen something he would never forget...
A few hours prior...
Erik sat in the foyer, going over everything that he and Christine had talked about regarding some sort of plan. Once more they could not come up with anything and he could see that it was putting a strain on both of them. They had to come up with something soon or it would quickly become to late. Christine had gone to bed early with an exhausted look in her eyes and a strained silence between them. He hated it that Delauney was ruining what should be a happy time in their lives. It seemed with each passing day Christine's stomach became more and more pronounced and they were drawing nearer to the time they would bring their child into the world. With a sigh Erik stood up and ran his hand through his hair. He was not looking forward to tomorrow. Another day arguing with Christine over what they should do with Michael.
As he went up the stairs on silent feet he could hear noises coming from Meg's room, noises Erik was all to familiar with. Raoul and Meg were to be married, hopefully, in a months time, but at the moment it seemed as if they could not quite keep their hands off of eachother. Shaking his head Erik reached the top of the stairs and walked toward his and Christine's room. He could see a dim light under the door and he frowned. What was Christine still doing up? She usually blew out the candle before she went to sleep. And when she was really tired she did not wait up for him. She needed rest seeing as she had another human being inside of her. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he opened the door.
Christine...
His angel, his wife, his lover was lying in the center of their bed. She was completely naked, the glory that was her body bare for his eyes to devour. He could feel his trousers become tight with his need as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it heavily. Christine's legs were spread wantonly, leaving nothing hidden before his eyes. Her beautiful chocolate curls were spread around her like a dark halo. Her blue eyes were glazed with passion and her full lips were slightly parted as she breathed. As he watched she slowly laid her hands right below her neck, her fingers spread wide so she could touch as much skin as possible.
A harsh groan erupted from Erik's mouth as her hands slowly began to move downward, making their way over the rise of her breasts. Erik put a hand on the door behind him to keep himself steady as Christine fingers found one of her nipples. To his utter surprise and delight she began to fondle herself. Her eyes drifted shut as her free hand cupped her other breast and began to squeeze and massage it as the other played with her nipple. A breast in each hand...did she know what she was doing to him?
She gasped and let out a small moan as her nipples hardened in front of him. Erik's trousers were now uncomfortably too small and Christine did not fail to notice. His eyes were intense as he stared at her but Christine could still see the love he had for her in his eyes. That was why she was doing this. She wanted him to know that she loved him and wanted to be everything he needed even with everything they had to deal with at the moment. Erik felt his knees nearly buckle as one of Christine's hands glided over the swell of her stomach to land at the junction of her thighs, stopping just short of the promise lands. Her eyes found his and she raised one of her elegant eyebrows. The wench was taunting him! He would have given anything to go to her and end the pressure he was feeling in his trousers but he desperately wanted to see what she would do.
"Please..." his voice was husky and came out more like a grunt. Christine's eyes closed and her head fell back as her fingers slowly found that part of her that was aching to be touched. Sweat began to form on Erik's forehead and beneath his mask as Christine moaned in what could only be ecstasy. He watched her long, slender fingers as she explored herself. Her fingers dipped in and out of her wet, welcoming flesh. Erik was rooted to the spot as her back arched and her fingers began to move faster as she thrust her hips up to meet the plunge of her fingertips. Christine's body began to move faster as her impending orgasm neared. Her body flushed crimson and Erik felt his own breathing increase just from the sight of her and he almost exploded in his trousers.
"Oh, God! Erik!"
She cried out as she came, her body giving out as she collapsed against the bed, panting as everything went pleasantly limp. She raised her head when her body was back under control and she winked at him. Erik growled and launched himself at the bed. He had her hands pinned abover her head and his mouth crashing down on hers before she could even think to move. Christine smiled against his mouth as his hands roughly caressed every part of her body that he could reach. Erik nearly ripped his trousers off in his need to join with her and Christine tore the mask from his face, dropping it to the floor, forgotten. As rough as Erik was being he still managed to be careful, if that made any sense whatsoever. He never forgot about the fact that she was pregnant and even when he joined with her he managed to make sure she was alright. And that was where he had been for the past few hours, moving in and out of Christine's body as they seemed to climax every few moments. It was a night he knew he would never forget.
"I love you, Erik..."
"I love you, Christine..."