Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Erik whispered, running his hand down his wife's bare side. She smiled and shook her head.
"No, but you could remind me," Christine murmured against his mouth. Erik growled and pinned her beneath him on the soft mattress. She looked up at him with a tender smile. Her slim hand reached out and smoothed over the mangled side of her husbands face, the love never once wavering from her eyes. It had been several hours since they had returned from outside and Erik had spent that time productively, showing her just how much he really loved her, leaving little doubt in Christine's mind.
"Christine?"
"Mmmmm?" She was becoming distracted with the feel of Erik's mouth as it slowly moved down the skin of her neck and collarbone.
"Perhaps once we are settled back into our home you might do me a favor?" he wondered. Christine's eyes opened to look at him with a small smile, only imagining what he would ask of her and if she would be able to do it.
"Anything, Erik," she whispered. He grinned mischievously and Christine waited.
"I would like another performance," he murmured against her mouth, kissing her. When he pulled away Christine was frowning, not quite knowing what he meant. Performance? What performance would that be? Erik put his mouth against her ear.
"I want to see you pleasure yourself again..."
Christine smiled provocatively at him. She knew he had enjoyed watching that, and she had enjoyed doing it for him. But she was not going to let him have all the fun, oh no. She ran a hand down his stomach.
"On one condition," she murmured. Erik frowned. He did not like conditions, he never did, and he did not want any now!
"What would that be?" he wondered, hoping it was something he could do because he would give anything to see Christine do that for him again. The fact that she was comfortable enough with him meant more to him than he could ever tell her. Christine smiled wickedly and Erik was given hope that he might like these 'conditions'.
"I want you to do the same for me," she whispered. Erik groaned in embarrassment. He did not think he could do such a thing! His body was a lot less refined than hers and he was sure that she would receive no pleasure from watching him.
"When the time comes, Erik...for right now I want you to make love to me," she murmured, pressing one of her fingers to his lips. Erik grinned as his mouth began to trail down Christine's body. Now that he could give her! Christine smiled down at him when he spread her thighs with his hands, his head settling itself at the secret place of pleasure. As his tongue began to lave at the folds of her womanhood Christine looked up at the ceiling, her hands clutching the sheets on either side of her. She had known that Erik would be embarrassed at the idea of touching himself in front of her, but she found it rather erotic and she was sure that with some persuasion she might be able to get him to do that for her.
Erik continued to give her pleasure until he heard her begin to reach her climax. He always knew when it was coming. Her body would flush crimson, her mouth would part and her eyes would roll back in her head. He thrust his fingers into her and her back arched and she moaned loudly. She settled back onto the bed after a moment and Erik raised his head, grinning down at her. Christine smiled and shook her head as he looked at her.
"What is that look for?" she wondered softly. Erik smiled.
"I like to know that I can give you pleasure," he murmured, kissing her thigh. Christine propped herself onto her elbow, her hair cascading down her shoulders. Erik felt his already hard body harden further. She beckoned him closer with one of her elegant fingers and Erik moved his body onto hers.
"You want to know what would give me even more pleasure?" she murmured against his mouth, her breath mingling with his. His eyes searched hers.
"Christine..."
His groan of pleasure caused a smile to come to Christine lips after she had wrapped her hand around his straining arousal. She squeezed him gently, drawing him towards her entrance.
"I want you inside of me..."
Erik wondered if the two of them would ever tire of making love with each other. It seemed so impossible because they always loved what they shared in their bed. Erik was always trying something new with her and she was never telling him to stop or she was not comfortable, because she always was. Thinking about new and exciting ways to please her Erik grinned, and instead of slipping into her like Christine wanted he sat up. Christine frowned and gave a little pout.
"Erik..." she complained. He put a finger to her lips and shook his head. He leaned over and whispered into her ear.
"Get on your hands and knees..." he whispered. Christine looked at him in question. "Do this for me, my love," he whispered, pleading. Christine nodded and he helped her to get on her hands and knees in the bed. He got onto his knees behind her and touched her ever so gently, hearing her moan.
"Erik..."