Page 61 of Angel's Kiss
He hid his head against her shoulder in shame, the mask cold against her skin. Christine gave another hard roll of her hips and he gasped then nodded frantically. “Just once. I-I was weak.”
“I have too,” Christine sighed, licking at the shell of his ear as she did. “But I couldn’t. I couldn’t finish. Thanks to how you’veruinedme.” She did not wait for him to protest as she slipped her hand between them, exploring over his bandaged abdomen and then lower to the straining front of his trousers. Carefully, she began to unfasten his belt.
“Christine, you can’t,” he protested as she fumbled with his buckle, reaching to stop her. She batted his hand away with a glare.
“Was this what you used? The first night you brought me here?” Christine asked as the belt finally snaked free. Again Erik nodded. “How did it feel? Touching me while I was helpless?”
“Intoxicating,” he groaned as his hands slid up her arms again, trying to pull her into another hungry kiss, but she stopped him.
A wild, reckless idea took hold of her, and she looked deep into his eyes, where the golden light was dimmed by his wide pupils. She held Erik’s gaze and he did not resist as she pushed his arms until they were behind him. But he did gasp when she began to wrap the belt around his angular wrists.
“Trust me,” she whispered and drew back, triumphant and delirious. He was fully restrained, her powerful teacher. Christine’s hands swept up his arms. He was lithe and strong, nothing but taught muscle, and she knew he could easily escape these bonds if he wished. But he didn’t. Right now he was hers.
She looked down at him as he blinked at her from behind his mask. How she had come to hate the thing. His eyes grew wide and worried as she gripped the edge. “Trust me,” she commanded him again as she carefully prized off Erik’s last defense.
“Christine...” he breathed, closing his eyes as she kissed the scar along his cheek.
“Bound and bare beneath me,” she sighed. It was intoxicating indeed.
She let it overtake her, the moment and the desire and the power of it all. Without resistance now, her hands moved over his chest and downward as her lips met his. And then she found it, the hard length of Erik’s lust that she ineptly freed from his trousers at last. He gasped when she touched him and then it dissolved into a moan.
Christine wondered if Erik could feel the heat of her blush when she pressed her cheek against his, or if he only felt her fingers as they cautiously explored his cock. It was so different from the rest of him – velvet soft, yet hard and hot. She caressed the organ, gentle and curious, wondering what it would do to him. He whimpered, his head falling back.
“How do you do it?” she asked, finding that she was breathing hard and her head was spinning. “How do I touch you?”
“Around,” he managed to reply, with great effort. “Put your hand...around.”
She followed his instruction, wrapping her hand around him as well as she could at this angle. She knew what she liked when she brought herself pleasure, the friction and pressure. Was it the same for a man? Slowly she moved her hand up the length of his cock, slowing at the ridges of the crown and the tip where a bead of moisture had escaped. That provoked another gasp of pleasure from her prisoner. Then down again, as he shuddered beneath her. She moved her hand over him again and again, slow and tight.
“Fucking hell,” Erik whispered, his hips bucking under her, and Christine smiled at his frustration. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Not yet,” she replied, amazed at how brazen she had become with him captive between her thighs. She pitied his frustration though. Her own arousal throbbed, spurred by each moan and movement of the man beneath her at her mercy.
“Faster...please...” Erik begged and she kissed him as she complied. Her hands spread the wetness from the head as she pumped his cock between them. “Fuck. Oh God,” Erik muttered, his breath rapid and his entire body tense.
Christine added her hips to her ministrations, and Erik strained against his bindings. He was ready. She could feel it. “Now,” she commanded.
“Christine!” he cried and convulsed as she caught his mouth in a desperate kiss. He shook under her, cock twitching in her hand as something hot spilled from him and onto the rumpled folds of her chemise.
She pulled back, observing how his eyes were unfocused as he looked before sagging against her, breathless and spent. She’d made him come. It had been her will and her choice and she savored it. He nuzzled against her, kissing blindly at her décolletage.
“You can touch me now,” Christine sighed, his mouth igniting her skin. Without even a second of hesitation, Erik snapped his bonds. His hands were everywhere immediately: in her hair, on her arms, then pushing her chemise up and over her head so that at last her breasts were bare to his attentions. It was Christine’s turn to cry out as his mouth found her nipple and he licked and sucked at the sensitive nub.
She was right back under his power again, she knew it, pliant and desperate in his arms as his hands kneaded her ass and gripped at her thighs. Now it was Erik who reached his hand between them to find her wet, eager sex.
The sound she made at the first touch of his skilled fingers was something like a scream, but deeper and needier. She moved against his hand as he explored, frantic want overcoming her. He was careful, methodical, teasing her with gentleness until at last he breached her and she keened again, grasping his face between her hands.
“Stop!” Christine cried, and instantly, Erik was still, his every muscle tight as a bowstring. He caught his breath, pulling away to stare up at her.
“Did I hurt you?” he gasped, his hand retreating carefully from her cunt. Christine saw that same supplication in his eyes as when he had knelt before her. And now she truly believed it.
“I wanted to know...if you really would stop,” Christine whispered back, chest heaving as she used the last ounce of her strength and control to speak the words.
“Are you satisfied then?” Erik asked, jaw rigid and voice choked.
Christine shook her head, ready to break apart at the slightest touch. “That first night here, you made me come with your mouth,” she sighed into his ear, voice and body trembling, and he tensed against her. “Do it again.”
Erik seized her with a speed that left her reeling, lifting her bodily from the couch as she locked her legs around him. He kissed her like a man possessed as he bolted with her to her bedroom and deposited her on the mattress. She spread her legs, eager and aching as he kissed his way over her breasts and belly and then finally,finallyhis glorious mouth found home.
