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Even though it was midnight, the Bois de Boulogne still had people wandering around. Mostly escorts waiting to meet clients. Christine understood why she and Erik could only go out at night; his mask drew too much attention from both prejudiced people and those who had heard of the Phantom of the Opera.
She held a bouquet of red roses on her lap as he sat beside her. “The moon is quite lovely tonight,” she said.
Erik nervously fiddled with his hands. Christine put her hand on his and gently rubbed circles into his palm with her thumb. She felt the ridges of scars that covered his hands. He always hid them if he caught her looking at them for too long, and she hadn’t worked up the courage to ask him about them yet.
He met her eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what I must have done to deserve…”
Christine smiled and kissed his jaw. “You know, that’s not how this works.”
Quite suddenly, he crossed his legs. Christine sighed and tried not to laugh at his…problem. Sometimes, even the slightest touch caused the tell-tale bulge grow in his pants. She looked back out the window, her face burning as she tried to imagine the logistics for her getting undressed in the carriage.
Warmth grew in the pit of her stomach. She glanced back at Erik. “Can we go home?”
“Already?” he said, but his voice sounded strained.
Christine nodded. “I would like to, um…” Her voice finally came out in a squeak. “I need help getting undressed.”
He folded his hands onto his lap. “You don’t usually need help, is everything alright?”
“Erik. Please.”
His eyes widened ever-so-slightly.
When they got back to his home by the lake, Christine pulled her curly hair to the side and waited as he unbuttoned her dress. As soon as he had unbuttoned it most of the way, she stepped out of it. She turned around and wasn’t sure if the unmasked side of his face could get much redder.
Before he could say anything, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and kissed him. The edge of his mask rubbed against her lips; it wasn’t a completely unwelcome sensation, but she found herself wishing it were gone.
Christine lost her grip on his jacket as he shed it. She started trying to unhook her corset, but then Erik took over again. His hands reached up and caressed her neck as they kissed again. She undid the ties to her bustle, and then finally, Erik lifted her shift over her head. He paused for a moment now that she was fully naked, his hands hovering over her body as if he wasn’t sure what to do next. She felt as if she should be more embarrassed, letting a man see her naked.
When it became obvious that he truly didn’t know what to do next, Christine reached for the belt of his pants and loosened it. Finally, he seemed to realize what to do next and pulled down his pants. Christine felt her face grow even more red as she saw his cock. She hadn’t seen one in person before, and it just seemed so—large.
Her heart felt like it was in her throat, but she had already decided. She slipped his mask off and placed it on the table. “Take me,” she whispered.
Erik picked her up and carried her over to his organ. She clung to his neck as she balanced herself on the edge of the organ. Then, she spread her legs wide enough to accommodate him.
He reached down and ran his fingers up and down her folds. She gently took his hand and guided it towards her clit. He started rubbing his fingers in circles. Christine could already feel her pleasure building. “Erik,” she whined. He gently ran his free hand down her breast, and finally brushed his thumb across her nipple.
He positioned himself between her legs and buried himself in her. She dug her fingernails into the back of his neck and cried out. She felt absolutely filled, and nearly came from the sensation. Erik paused for a second. “Did I hurt you?”
Christine shook her head. The ballet girls always talked about how that first time hurt, but Christine didn’t feel pain at all.
Then, he started gently thrusting. Christine clung to his shoulders and kissed him, moaning into his mouth. “Oh, Christine…” he said as she broke away to catch her breath.
She ran her hand down his scarred cheek. For those minutes, their bodies were one. Every breath shared between them was a symphony, every moan, a duet.
Finally, Christine felt herself go over the edge. Her core clenched, and she arched her back as pleasure burst in her mind. She whimpered as Erik suddenly pulled away from her. But then, she felt his seed spill onto the inside of her thigh.
They half-collapsed into each other’s arms. Christine smiled as Erik buried his half-nose into her hair. She wished she could stay there forever, basking in his warmth.