Chapter Eleven; Release
Unable to
withstand any more of the sexual pressure he'd been repressing for years, Erik
fell into the bed with Meg, covering her with the length of his body and
kissing her hungrily. She accepted his
affections just as eagerly, pulling him on top of her and holding him down
against her. Her hands wandered
caressingly over his back and shoulders, sliding up to comb through his black
hair. With each of his desperate,
pleading kisses, Meg's desire to remove all barriers between them grew more
urgent. Within minutes, she was pushing
her hands in-between their bodies, unbuttoning his vest with uncharacteristic
clumsiness. Erik seemed to understand
this tension, lifting off of her slightly to aid her in the task and shrugging
the suede garment off. His fine shirt
of white linen soon followed, revealing pale, tightly muscled flesh beneath.
Erik felt
mildly uncomfortable with his burgeoning state of undress. He was not, he knew, an attractive man
facially... he'd never even thought to consider the rest of himself! In an effort to appease his cringing
confidence, Erik concentrated his efforts on releasing the clasp of Meg's
cloak. That easily done, his deft
fingers undid button after button of her
blouse, anxious to feel her bare skin against his.
Meg froze
as she felt the tips of Erik's fingers brush against her bare collarbone and
slowly drift down to her breastbone, caressing her as lightly as a butterfly's
wing. God, his touch was more than she
had imagined... so gentle, yet demanding at the same time. It quietly begged to
be allowed continuation, that touch.
With silent invitation, Meg let the thin straps of her slip fall down
her shoulders. The thin satin slipped
easily over her skin and she wore nothing beneath it, having been too concerned
about Erik to bother with her corset earlier.
After a brief pause to unbutton and remove her skirt, Erik slowly pulled
Meg's slip down her body, its journey ending on the floor next to the bed.
Meg closed
her eyes and stilled her slight movements as she felt Erik's eyes glide over
her. She was a ballet rat, who was used
to running about in a short skirt of almost transparent gauze and a blouse so
revealing it barely deserved the name.
However, no man had ever seen her naked before now and she was bombarded
by the unfamiliar fear that Erik wouldn't find her pretty enough in this
state.
With
almost psychic precision, Erik let one hand drift reverently down her body;
from the side of her throat, down between her small breasts, grazing her hip,
and then traveling back up to her cheek.
With the tip of one finger, he tilted her head, gently bidding her to
look him in the eyes. She did so and
was rewarded by a look of pure love and admiration glinting in his blue
eyes.
"Meg..."
he breathed in a husky whisper.
"You're so beautiful... I can barely stand it. The urge to make love to you right now, to
just thrust myself into you, is so... very strong. Meg, mon amour, do you have any idea what you do to
me?"
She
trembled in response to his heady words, certain that her entire body was
blushing under his frank appreciation.
"I guess so... do you remember that time when you taught me all
those non-ballet dances?" she whispered.
He looked
at her in surprise. "Yes," he
nodded. "Quite well, in fact."
"My
actions weren't entirely... innocent." she shifted slightly.
"Meaning?"
"Um...
I was rubbing against you... on purpose.
I was trying to arouse you." she managed to confess. "It was apparent to me, that you-you...
wanted... me. And I knew that you
wouldn't ask me to... lie with you... you're far too polite for that. But I didn't want you to be... um...
unsatisfied. I wanted to almost...
force you to acknowledge your own... need."
"You
were concerned about my pleasure? Even
then?" he mused, more to himself then to her. "Did it affect you at all?"
"Oh,
yes..." she breathed, remembering the long, sleepless night that
followed. That night had been filled
only with aching dreams and helpless longing... longing only for Erik's loving.
Erik
gently stroked her cheek with the back of one hand, his eyes alight with love
as he looked at her, understanding for the first time that she truly did want
him as much as he wanted her. "I
promise you, love... I will make up for all of the times you suffered from
unfulfilment. I will pleasure you
tonight as you've longed to be pleasured. I've... never done this before
either, however... I believe I do know what might satisfy you." he
whispered against her neck, interspersing kisses between words.
Meg's only
response was to wrap her arms around him and hold him close, her breasts
pressing into his bare chest and her own lips brushing the side of his neck,
just below his ear. He shivered
reflexively, his often-scorned flesh tingling lightly at the sensation. Her hands massaged his back with insistent
pressure, slowly drifting downwards to play at the waistband of his
trousers. Blushing at her own boldness,
she tugged at the offending garment, eager for the feel of Erik's nude body to
be fully pressed against hers. After a brief
second of paralyzing apprehension, Erik lifted his hips to aid her in the task,
kicking his trousers off onto the floor at length.
Once he
was completely undressed, Meg held herself apart from him only slightly in
order to take a good look at him. Erik
closed his eyes instinctively as he felt her eyes drift along his body,
terrified that she would be repulsed somehow.
To the contrary, Meg marveled at the beauty of this elegant man. His skin was of a alabaster pallor and
cris-crossed on the back and shoulders with old scars, from whippings, she
gathered. His life of harsh treatment
and persecution had left him with a legacy of hard, well-toned muscle, their
contours easily defined by the candlelight.
He was breath taking; an angel who'd fallen from Heaven down to earth.
"I
can't believe how handsome you are, Erik." she whispered, letting one hand
drift over his chest, testing the hardness of his muscles with gentle
fingers. "So handsome... so
strong."
He blinked
at her, disbelief clear in their golden depths. "Handsome? My dear,
are you sure that the dim light isn't deceiving your senses?"
"Oh,
stop being so negative about yourself, Erik.
I find you very attractive." Meg smiled, kissing him with a
passion.
A small
smile tugged at his lips and a light of appreciation shown in his eyes. "Forgive me... it's just that I'm not
accustomed to receiving praise about my looks.
But, for your compliments, I thank you.
I might say the same of you, however... such a beauty."
She
blushed and drew him closer, eager to feel their bodies flush together. "Please, Erik... make love to me."
she asked breathlessly, as his lips brushed against her neck and continued
downward.
"I
plan to, love... but I want to make sure that you feel pleasure beforehand as well."
he whispered against her collarbone, his hot breath delighting her. She shivered in response to both his words
and his actions, informing Erik that he was indeed arousing her. He smiled softly before rising off of
her. "Relax, sweet... there's far
more to come, I promise." Despite
her whine of protest, he left their bed for only a second, in order to douse
the majority of the candles lit... until only one was left to witness this
ultimate expression of love.
With slow
movements, he pulled Meg off the bed, pushing the blankets and sheets
down. In one sweep, he picked Meg up
off of her feet, holding her tight against his chest in the traditional
"hero with his heroine" hold.
She stifled a cry of surprise, then playfully wrapped her arms around his
neck, laying her head on his shoulder and gently nipping at his earlobe. She was rewarded when he drew in a quick
breath and let it out slowly in a strangled moan.
"Meg..."
he whispered hoarsely, laying her on the bed and hovering over her on his hands
and knees. With gentle purpose, he
nudged one knee between her thighs, one hand tilting her hips towards him. Out of fear, anticipation, or just plain
nervousness, Meg's thighs instinctively tightened around his leg, preventing
his flesh from touching her intimately.
He kissed her neck and collarbone with gentle lips, his hands skimming
over the outside of her hips and thighs, stealthily drifting to the sensitive
insides. As he kissed her mouth
hungrily, those hands carefully urged her thighs to part, to allow him access
to her flesh.
"Spread
your legs from me, ma chere... let me touch you." he whispered
huskily against her lips.
Slowly,
she fought her own fears and did as he requested, forcing the muscles of her
legs to relax and letting Erik's gentle hands push them apart. With deliberate movements, Erik knelt
in-between her legs, sitting back on his knees and letting the blankets bunch
behind him, exposing both himself and Meg completely to sight.
She was
breathtakingly beautiful, he thought, not for that first time. She lay on the bed, her legs spread wide,
revealing her moist womanhood, and her small breasts rising and falling with
her panting breaths. Her hair spread out across the pillows, their auburn
brilliance glowing like burnished copper in the dim candlelight. That sweet, endearing peach blush that had
often painted her face before was back in force, gracing her cheeks, breasts,
stomach, and inner thighs. Most
intoxicating of all were the expressions in her eyes; she wanted him, it was
apparent even to his jaded, self-hating senses. That combined with the slow unconscious undulations of her hips
and her quick gasps for breath, convinced him more than a thousand words ever
could that his sweet, little Meg dearly loved him... not as a friend or
father-figure... but as a lover.
She in
turn, gazed up at him, once again amazed at how powerful and handsome he was,
deformed face or no. He was so muscular
and lithe at the same time, much like another dancer would be. His sex was almost touching hers and she
could see that he was fully aroused, his erection gently prodding against her
tender flesh.
He smiled
at her, knowing full-well that she was approaching desperate, and gingerly
lowered himself on top of her. God, he yearned for the feel of her sweet body
around and against him... he was close to bursting with love and lust for the
trusting woman in his arms. With a
slow, very careful thrust, he entered her, almost surprised to find such tight
resistance to his invasion; the friction against his sensitive manhood was very
near undoing. She whimpered, though
whether out of fear or urgency, he couldn't tell. He pushed further inside of her, using a firm and swift plunge to
penetrate through her maidenhood.
Meg cried
out at the unexpected pain. None of the
other girls had ever mentioned this before... what had just happened? She trembled. but no longer with as much
desire as with fear.
"Erik...?" she whispered, clutching his shoulder in a tight
embrace.
"Shhh..."
he soothed her, running his hands up and down her sides. "I know, love... I know that hurt...
it's natural, honest... it's just because it's your first time... just trust
me, please."
Meg bit
back another cry, but this time it was because of the deep pleading in his
voice, the regret of having hurt her.
"Don't... don't worry about me... I - I think I'm all right."
she managed through a throat thick with tears.
Erik could
hear the pain in her voice and could feel the rigidness of her body underneath
him. With aching tenderness, he kissed
away the tears on her cheeks, massaging her shoulders to assuage her
fears. "Meg... love... do you want
me to stop?" Sweet lord, don't
say yes! I don't think I can stop!
"No... no I don't... but..." she stopped, unable
to continue.
"Shh...
don't worry, love... I'll wait until your ready... just tell me." Erik
panted, his desire returning full force, enhanced by her innocence.
She nodded
shakily, comforted by his patience and the feel of his body weighing down on
hers. "I love you, Erik." she
whispered into his ear, kissing the tender skin beneath the earlobe gently.
He exhaled
a long breath, if it was possible for him to become any more aroused, that did
it. Her body had relaxed under his
touch and he felt her tight flesh slacken ever so slightly around him,
signaling her readiness to continue. He
thrust into her further with a slow stroke, suspicious of causing her any more
pain. To the contrary, she moaned in
pleasure, her hips thrusting up to meet his in an involuntary movement.
"Oh,
God..." Erik growled, his bare control slipping rapidly. "Meg, I don't know how much longer I
can hold out..."
"Neither
can I, love... please..." Meg panted in reply, her hands clasping his
shoulders, pulling him to lay fully atop her.
With that
encouragement, Erik gave up his restraint over his raging desire and fell onto
her, driving himself deep within her.
She cried out at the sensation, arching her back in reaction and raking
her fingernails across his back. She
felt unable to even think of controlling her lust, or even stop to think of how
shameful she should've felt. Dear,
sweet lord... this is incredible!
Erik cried
out, his beautiful voice taking on a tone of fierce pleasure, lust carrying him
over the edge into a blissful climax. Without
warning, he sat up, carrying Meg's tense and perspiring body with him so that
she was straddling his lap. He thrust
into her with abandon, bowing his head to kiss her breasts as hungrily as he'd
kissed her mouth, determined to bring her to climax along with him. His actions were not wasted; Meg's flesh
tightened around him in rhythmic pulses and her breathing became quick and
panicked, almost as if she were about to hyperventilate, too bombarded with
pleasure to utter any sound other than a strangled whisper of his name.
Finally,
he had no more too give and he fell back to the bed with Meg in his arms. With a sigh, he nestled his head against her
neck, too tired to even attempt to get off of her right away.
"My
love..." he whispered softly, his breathing still faster than normal after
such a powerful climax. "My
life..."
Meg gave a
quiet, pleasure-filled moan, the aftereffects of their lovemaking still quaking
her body around him. Good God, she'd
had no idea that making love could ever be that intense! The other girl's tales of carnal exploits
didn't even scratch the surface compared to this! Meg kissed Erik's shoulder tenderly, letting her hands rise up to
stroke his back. He was exhausted, she
could tell, and so was she.
"Do
you want me to get off of you, cherie?" he asked in a tired, but
satisfied voice.
"No,
please don't." she shook her head.
"I like the feel of you there... as long as you're comfortable, of
course."
He rose up
on one elbow to look at her face in the dim candlelight. "Comfortable? That's the understatement of a lifetime." he smiled at her
fondly. "But are you
comfortable? I'm not exactly a woven
throw."
"I'm fine, love, honest..." she smiled, kissing his deformed cheek briefly. "Go to sleep, Erik... I know you're tired."
"Hmm..."
he breathed, laying his head back on her shoulder. "If you're certain you can sleep with my weight on
you."
"I
am." she yawned, half asleep already.
Erik
waited until her breathing became regular and deep, signaling her slumber, then
rose up on his elbow again to look at her sleeping face, peaceful in the
dimness of the bedchamber.
An angel, he decided. She
has to be an angel... I can only hope that I'm worthy of her love. With that thought in his head, he lay back
down and swiftly fell into a deep, sensual sleep filled with dreams of Meg.