Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera .I have not read the books, I have only seen the movie 6 times. Literally I have only seen it 6 times. I have read a few fan fics but other that those I am totally clueless, but I still love this story. So don't hurt me if you don't like my story. Anyway, this is the final chapter in "What Really Happened Between Christine and Erik" So I hope you like this and please R and R.
Erik thought he was dreaming Christine was there… in his room… in his bed…on top of him… "What the Hell!" He thought. She was wearing a really sexy crimson dress. He could tell she was wearing nothing underneath it. He reached up toward her, hesitantly because he didn't want this to be a dream, but it seemed too good to be true. But she didn't disappear when he touched her. He kissed her back fiercely. She finally broke the kiss with a groan. He then found his voice and asked, "Is this really happening, or am I just dreaming?"
Just then inspiration hit Christine at full force. Her hand skimmed down his body and grabbed at his groin and massaged it into a hard erection. Oh how she longed to feel him inside of her. She answered his question before he got sucked into another wave of pleasure, "Oh yes! This is really happening. If it wasn't then we would really have some serious issues to work out." He groaned in painful pleasure. He kissed her fiercely and rolled over so she was underneath him putting her hands at her head. His hands found her breasts. She gasped when she felt his hands touch her aching breasts.
He took it to his advantage, and deepened the kiss by dipping his tongue in and out of her mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, "She tastes better than I imagined." He thought. Her hands suddenly got a mind of their own. They found his belt and started to undue his trousers. Though he wanted nothing more for her to find him and stroke him, but he grabbed her hands and brought them back to the side of her head. He pinned her in this position and bent and nuzzled her gown out of the way and bent to suckle her breasts. She gasped and started to squirm beneath him. Christine longed for Erik to take off her dress and his trousers and sheath himself inside her.
The pleasure had taken her breath and voice away. She managed to gasp his name. When Erik heard Christine say his name he looked up at her. He didn't have to ask her anything. He could see it in her eyes. He let out a low groan from his chest, but it kind of sounded like a growl. He groaned because what Christine wanted was the exact same thing that he wanted. But he would not take her, yet. He wanted to bring Christine total pleasure before he broke the barrier to her womanhood. He got up and stripped her of her dress and stared at her for a moment.
She saw the look in his eyes when he stared at her. It was a look of total worship and lust and many other emotions he was feeling. But there was an emotion there that she recognized, love. It was love that made Erik look at her like that with that gleam in his eyes. She then let her body take control. Her hips rose achingly to him in silent welcome, begging for his entrance.
He saw her hips lift, but before, he saw something else in her eyes besides lust, pleasure, and yearning. He saw her love. Her love for him, that was what he saw gleaming in her eyes. She had not come out and said it, but neither had he. He saw her beam at him as she had never done before. He promised that he would tell her he loved her and share his feelings for her, tonight. But now he only wanted to please her. He took his trousers off and she was the one to stare.
She had never seen such a beautiful male body. Of course she hadn't seen a male body period. But his body really was all male. She loved it and she knew no one else had seen him except her. That heightened her pleasure knowing she would be his first as well as he would be hers. She looked at him approvingly and made a sound of approval. Then she made a sound that told him she wanted him. She wanted him now.
Suddenly he was over her and her legs automatically spread to cradle him. He kissed her long and hard, and then started to move down her body. He teased her breasts with his fingers. His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue. Then his tongue was replaced by his mouth. When she was moving beneath him he moved lower. She felt his cheek on her stomach. She then felt his tongue in her navel. She was trembling now. He moved so she felt his breath on the inside of her thighs. Suddenly she felt his tongue flicking lightly at her and she gasped.
"Oh she tastes so sweet!" Erik thought as he licked her heated flesh. She let out a gasp. Erik knew it was from pleasure. He felt her legs open wider for him, which is when he gave her the pleasure she had been seeking. He closed his mouth over her opening and started sucking. She started to make panting noises and her hands grabbed the bedding on both sides of her. When he slipped his tongue inside her, she made a high pitched noise and whimpered. When she was completely lost in the feeling of his tongue, he slipped his finger inside her and returned to teasing her bud.
Her breath broke and she arched like a bow, with pleasure. But it was not enough. She wanted/needed more, he could feel it. She was so close. He gently pushed two fingers inside her, careful not to break the barrier that was between him and her womanhood. Christine let out a high pitched scream of pleasure and arched toward him. He felt her release.
Oh she was hot. He tried to restrain himself, but it was like when she reached her peak of pleasure so did he. He lost control and he was thrown into the shimmering darkness. When they stopped shaking, Erik lay holding Christine. He tilted her head up and kissed her deeply. Even though they had just had release a few minutes earlier, the tension started to rebuild.
In only a few minutes she was completely ready for him. He couldn't resist, his hand moved down her body, between her legs and circled her bud. She tossed in pleasure and started moving against his hand. He moved his finger inside of her to test her readiness, even though he knew perfectly well that she was extremely wet. As he had thought, she was more than ready for him. "She is so wet that the merest touch of her heat burns me." He thought. He would make sure that Christine received pleasure.
He brought his hand back up and brought it to her breasts and started teasing her breasts. He kissed her deeply and when she was restlessly moving beneath him from the tension, he let go of her breast and positioned himself in her opening. His hands then moved back to her breasts and teased them until the tension built again. When she was moaning softly, he pushed fully into her then stopped to let her adjust to him.
He was trembling with fear of hurting her. This was the part that all the books he had read described as painful for a woman on her very first time. When he felt that she was ready to take all of him, he slowly retreated and pushed back inside of her, then retreated and returned. Each time he went a little deeper inside of her. Then he was completely inside of her. Out of instinct her inner muscles clenched and released. Erik let out a groan of pleasure. Christine just lay there, never feeling as beautiful or complete as she did at this very moment.
All of a sudden Erik started moving inside her again. Slowly at first but then he picked up the speed and making her pleasure sore. She was starting to see spots, felling as if she were reaching for some unknown goal.
A soft moan/whimper came from her beautiful mouth as she arched into him and came. He felt her release and kept pumping into her to prolong her pleasure, as well as complete his own. He was so close. He was getting closer, closer…..suddenly a low growl left his lips as he moaned with pleasure. He could still feel her pulsing as he came inside her.
When he finally stopped pulsing he collapsed on top of her. He laid there with his head between her breasts and her hands holing him there. Christine had never felt so much in love as she did at this moment When they both cold breath again, Erik rolled off of Christine but she protested when he tried to pull out of her. So he pulled her close and covered them both with a blanket. Before they fell asleep Christine said in a voice that was tired and content, "I love you, Erik! Don't ever leave me." He smiled and said, "I love you too, Angel!" his voice now cracking with emotion, "I will never leave you, I don't think I could." With that Christine snuggled closer to Erik. He bent down and kissed her. They fell asleep in each others embrace. They fell into a deep sleep that was full of passion, content, and love.
Yay! It is finally done. I hope you guys really liked it. Now my next story will be a story called "A Light at the End of the Tunnel!" So you now have to wait for that one Muah ha ha ha ha ha. (Evil laugh with overture playing in the background) Well please Rand R. I might put up another story before "A Light at the End of the Tunnel." But I don't like it and when I do put it up you will see why. But until then keep reviewing.