XI:

One

Erik's lips danced across Christine's as he carried her over the threshold of her chamber; her arms wound tightly around his arms as their tongues mated in a frenzied explosion of desire. They held each other close, tight with anticipation and love as he walked them over to the large bed looming in front of them. But he stopped and didn't drop her onto the bed. He slid her down onto her feet in front of him so they were directly facing each other and held her close. Her eyes were full of desire and worry, a thousand emotions etched across her face. He took a deep breath and stroked her face, his need so hard and painful right now he could barely breathe, but he couldn't go fast. He had to go slow. He had to show her, had to teach her that this was good, that lovemaking was beautiful. She had only ever experienced pain and disappointment in her husband's arms; she needed to see that with him she would always be satisfied.

Erik threaded his fingers through hers and kissed her thoroughly; slow and possessively, taking her breath away with masterful caress of his lips and tongue. She edged her hands up his strong chest and pulled him closer, silently begging him to go faster, to assuage the need that was burning in her. But he didn't move. He let her explore as her hands began to tear the clothes from his body and feel each strong sinew of his body. The rock-hard muscle, the crisp hair, the sun-kissed skin; each part of him was marvelous to her and she reveled in it. She licked his nipples as he groaned furiously and rubbed the hard contours of his flat stomach, kneading and caressing the strong flesh. He wanted to die at the feel of her worshipping his body so innocently; discovering the masculine beauty of him. And when she fumbled with his breeches and released the rigid and swollen result of his result he took a sharp breath. The feel of her small, soft fingers grazing his huge erection felt like heaven.

She gazed at his manhood in wonder and excitement, unsure and anxious at the same time. "I don't know we'll fit," she chuckled half-jokingly.

He tried to smile but the nearness of her hands to his erection was maddening and he could barely control himself.

"Trust me, we'll fit. Just touch me, Christine. Feel me. Every inch of me is for you."

At his reassuring words she continued undressing him, pulling down his breeches until he stood completely nude in front of her. She stood back and gazed at the awesome power of his body. No man was built more beautiful, more perfect than he was. From top to bottom he was sculpted like a warrior, with the strong, athletic legs dusted lightly with hair to broad width of his shoulders that tapered to the narrow waist. Every part was male and it cried out to everything feminine inside her. She knew his body was meant for pleasuring, built for it, designed to satisfy a woman in every way. The idea made her dizzy just thinking about it.

A purely male and satisfied grin swept Erik's face as he watched her surveying his body. "Do I please you?"

She looked at him with amazement. "Oh, very much."

"Now let me look at you, love. I want to see all of you."

Shaking a little bit, Christine relaxed and let Erik undress her as well; his fingers careful as he removed her dress and lifted the chemise over her head. She felt her heart beat wildly as he took off all of her clothes and looked at her with eyes so hungry and appreciative she felt the heat flood her face. She was completely naked, completely vulnerable.

"Oh, Christine," he breathed as his eyes roved over her. She felt hot every where he looked. "You're magnificent."

She tried to cover herself, feeling embarrassed from the intensity of his gaze, but he stopped her and edged her arms away.

"No, you're perfect. Don't hide yourself from me. You don't have to have any shame with me."

Before she could protest he pulled her into his arms and embraced her, setting her aflame with a rapturous kiss so passionate and hot it felt like she was on fire. And when she felt his stiff arousal graze her belly she shivered. He was so hungry for her it was breath-taking. The idea that she was arousing this beautiful, perfect man made her feel…empowered. She never felt more like a woman than she did right now.

Still in his arms, she felt him pick her up and lay her down gently on the bed where he covered her fully with his strong body. The scent of him was overwhelming. The heat between them was so much she felt her body sing for release from this tremendous torture. But he wouldn't give her release yet. His mouth hovering over hers, he let his hands stroke her body fully, each part of her touched and treasured. He filled with his hands with her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they became hard peaks. And then he descended on them and licked them tauntingly, lightly biting the sharp, little pebbles. She whimpered from the pleasure and urged him on with her hands as they threaded through his hair. She begged him to continue, to keep attending to her. He took them fully in his mouth in response and suckled them, causing her to arch off the bed and cry out. The torturous feel of his lathering, his wet, warm mouth suckling her was pure sexual agony. She felt her body grow hotter and wetter and the secret recesses of her womanhood come alive. Her body was yearning for him to take pity on her and end this wonderful suffering.

But the pleasurable agony only grew deeper as he eased his hand down her body and he found her womanhood.

"Oh, you're soaked," he whispered as he found her wet and slick. His cock grew harder just from the feel of her.

Easing both their desire, he slipped his fingers into her hot cleft and began to stroke her. She moaned like a wanton from the touch and felt as if she would die; writhing her hips under his hand, pleading for him to give her the release she knew only he could give her. But he only stroked her harder and deeper until she was so wild he knew she would explode any moment. With his mouth still attending to her breasts, he thrust his fingers harder into her until the pleasure peaked into a tumultuous volcano of pleasure and she arched with a cry of insurmountable pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so good.

Letting the bliss sweep through her, Erik kissed her again and covered her wholly with his body, his cock dangerously close to her feminine mound. He was dying with the need to be inside her, to thrust his erection deep into her. But he waited and kept kissing her until he felt her arms caress his back.

"I want to be inside you so badly," he whispered, his breath strained and harsh from the control he was exerting.

Christine gasped from the brush of his manhood against her core but looked into his eyes and calmed. She loved this man. She trusted him. She knew he could protect her, take care of her. She knew in his arms she would be safe.

"Then come inside me."

Parting her legs for him, she opened herself to him fully and silently commanded that he end their suffering and allow them to become one.

Giving her a strong, soul-searing kiss and holding her hands up above her, he edged his cock into her slowly, widening her thighs apart as he went deep. He groaned as he fully embedded himself in her. God, she felt like pure heaven. The liquid heat that surrounded him was the most blissful, amazing feeling he had ever known.

Christine gasped with shock at the feel of him completely inside her and arched up; pleasure unlike anything she had ever known overwhelming her. And when he withdrew and sank back down into her deeper she cried out in earnest ecstasy. He was so hard, so filling, it was like magic. But she had not been prepared for the pleasure that came when he began to move. His thrusts were intoxicating, incredible as he moved and ground his hips against her. It was like a storm, a storm so powerful she felt it shake her entire being. She began to writhe wildly, thrashing her head against the pillow and grinding against him as their bodies spiraled into a tornado of passion. Their groans grew louder with each stroke, each thrust and the beads of sweat rolling off their backs made them slick and hot. Erik couldn't hold back. He pounded into her, being both tender and fierce as he humped powerfully. Christine dug her heels into his tight buttocks, her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on as her nails scored his back mercilessly. Together they moved powerfully within each other, becoming one, transcending all elements on earth until the passion broke upon them in waves of unbearable pleasure. Erik bared his teeth and flung his head back with a powerful roar as he thrust into one more time. And Christine let herself go as a scream ripped through her body and the ripples of pleasure seeped her entire being. Their orgasms were soul-wrenching and mesmerizing.

Slowly coming back to earth, their breaths panting hoarsely, they looked into each other's eyes and just held each other, overwhelmed by the incredible beauty and passion of their joining.

"I never…I never even thought this could be possible," Christine whispered. "I didn't know it was like this."

"It usually never is," Erik responded before he gave her another kiss.

"Oh," she moaned. "Let's do it again and again. I want to be one with you forever."

"Your wish is my command," Erik breathed, his heart leaping at the idea.

And for the rest of the night he obliged her, making love to her until neither one could move.