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The prompt for this goodie? Erik's birthday present is sexy-licious.
Amorous Series
Part
Three: The Birthday
Erik sat rather impatiently at the table, waiting for his wife to emerge from the bedroom to eat with him. Tonight was a very special night... his birthday. Christine had insisted that the evening be spent in celebration, and had even purchased him a few gifts which touched him deeply, as they were the only presents he'd receive since that one gift from his mother's friend so long ago.
Running a hand over his masked face, Erik was about to call out to his wife to hurry, when she walked into the room, and Erik realized then that the waiting had been well worth the outcome. Christine was dressed in a long, elegant white dress. The sleeves dropped low and the gown hugged tightly to her body, accentuating all her curves in just the right way. The neck was dangerously low, and Erik realized then that this dress had been bought to tease him, and nothing more. On her head, Christine wore a crown of white flowers, and her hair was left down and hanging around her shoulders, just the way Erik preferred.
"Happy birthday, my love..." She whispered as she walked to sit across from him at the table. He noticed that her feet were bare, and around her right ankle dangled the delicate Persian anklet that Nadir had given her for Christmas. It marked Persian woman as having a husband, and Erik had been amused by his friend's gift. Now, however... he liked seeing his wife claimed as his own.
Gracefully sitting, Christine reached across the table for her husband's hand, holding it tight in hers as she smiled. Erik couldn't make a sound, couldn't seem to focus his mind on anything except how radiant Christine looked, glowing pure white in the candle light and appearing to be a beautiful angel... and completely his. Clearing his throat, Erik smiled.
"Shall we eat, ma amour?" At Christine's delicate nod, Erik served his wife, and they began to eat in companionable silence for a bit, before Christine spoke.
"I have one more gift for you, Erik." He looked up at this, and the glint in his wife's eyes was unmistakable.
"But you will have to be a good boy and eat all your dinner before you can have it." Erik growled low in his throat, and Christine only laughed.
"Not until you've finished, my angel." She stated simply, raising another spoonful of soup to her lips. Erik stood then, smiling dangerously down at his wife. "I do believe I have finished eating now, my dear." Was all he said, moving toward Christine as a predator moves toward its pray.
Christine watched Erik advance with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, the latter of which only grew when he pulled her from her seat and hungrily claimed her mouth.
Christine wound her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his and nearly purring when Erik's hands slid down her body, clutching her hips, than moving around to stroke his hands up her back sensually. His lips moved passionately against hers, then slid down to taste her neck, biting and licking as he whimpered in the back of his throat, needing her more and more with every moment and unable to control his hips as they pressed against hers.
Christine cried out, trying to pull Erik backwards and from the kitchen so they might go to their bedroom, or at least to the settee, but Erik would have none of it. Swiftly he reached to the table, grasping the cloth and tugging it from the wooden surface. The dishware clattered to the ground, and Christine winced at the sound of a few items breaking. However she wasn't able to be too concerned, as Erik had lifted her into the air and placed her on the table, kissing her with such a passion that she felt dizzy. Her hands threaded through his inky black hair, holding his mouth tightly against hers, and she gave a whimper of extreme need when Erik began to move away.
Reaching up swiftly, she pulled his mask away and tossed it to the side, before reaching forward to unbutton his shirt. Hastily he batted her hands away, removing the shirt himself and following quickly with his pants. Reaching toward the panting, flushed woman laying before him as he stood, Erik felt a strong pull of desire, and he groaned as he reached out, tugging the dress from Christine's form and tossing it carelessly to the side.
He surged forward then, his mouth everywhere as he became familiar with her body once again. His hands held her hips still as his mouth leisurely explored the expanse of her stomach, and Christine gasped, pressing her fingers into his hair and trying to move him lower. Erik glanced up and smirked, his eyes shining with love and mischief both as his lips trailed lower, brushing across her highly sensitive flesh. He delighted in the cry of pleasure that came from his wife as he moved his tongue against her, giving her the most intimate of kisses imaginable. Vaguely he mused that if Nadir were to arrive for a visit now, he would see quite the dinner party, and he smirked inwardly.
Christine moaned low and deep in her throat, clinging to Erik's hands which had found hers, and her head thrashed slightly as she neared the edge of pleasure. Erik slowly drew his mouth away from her flesh, smirking at her cry of disappointment. However, his lips found hers as he moved forward and thrust himself deeply within her.
Christine gave a soft whimper as Erik's head flew back, moaning her name as he drove within her again and again. He couldn't imagine anything more sensual than taking his wife in such an odd place, and he relished in the knowledge that she was so completely his that she would comply no matter what the circumstance.
Stroking his fingers over her silky skin, Erik panted and lowered his head, kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear as she gasped and moaned almost constantly. Suddenly her body stiffened and Christine gave the most alarmingly voluminous cry he had ever heard, her inner muscles tightening around his flesh. Moaning low in his throat, Erik thrust himself within her faster and faster, clutching at her hips and mumbling phrases only he seemed to understand, before throwing his head back and releasing within her fully.
Gasping for breath, Erik collapsed against Christine, bending over the table to rest his head in the crook of her neck. Christine's face was flushed from the recent passion, and she panted softly as she brought her hands up, stroking them over his warm face and through his moist hair lovingly.
Erik's strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace as he lifted her and carried his wife to the sitting room. He flopped down on the settee, bringing Christine to land atop his body, and she contentedly snuggled against him, placing a few lazy kisses along his jaw and up his cheek.
"Happy birthday, love." She whispered, stroking her fingers up and down his chest idly.
Erik smiled broadly, brushing a kiss over her forehead and stroking his fingers through her hair.
"Thank you, my dear, for the best birthday I have ever had."
FIN