Desire and Fantasy

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Title: Desire and Fantasy.
Author:Larissa
Summary: A girl comes home and has her fantasies come true.
Rating: R.
Pairing(s): Gerard Butler/Erik and "you".
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Erik from Gaston Leroux's book "The Phantom of the Opera" and Gerard Butler.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters listed in this story nor do I make any money out of it.

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You smile at him and slowly lay down on your back.

You close your eyes and lick your lips, sighing while your hand moves to your neck, your fingertips barely touching our skin.

You move your hand over your breasts, rubbing them through the soft material of your gown. Your fingers touch your nipples and you moan rubbing them to hardness.

“Is this what you want, master?” you ask looking at him with half opened eyes.

“Lower.” he rasps.

His breath caught in his throat as he watch your hands move to the straps of your gown sliding them down and exposing your breasts to him.

You pull the hem of your gown up to your waist and rub one hand over you belly while your other hand caresses one of your breasts, lifting it up to meet your tongue as your flick it over your nipple.

“Like that, mon ange?” you ask with an innocent look.

“I said lower…” he replies in a more aggressive tone. You know you’re driving him insane and you decide to tease him some more.

“How far low do you want me to go, love” a twisted smile on your lips.

“Don’t you dare tease me… you know how far…” he gazes upon you like a starving man.

You remove your hand from your breast moving it to caress the inside of your thigh. Your other hand moves your underpants to the side exposing you opening to him. You open your legs wider so he can have a better look of you.

You star rubbing your fingers over your pubic hair arching your back while you insert one finger inside your body and your other hand moves to rub you nub.

“Yes, just like that.” You hear him say in his low voice and open your eyes to look at him. You whimper when you see he’s completely wrapped in his cape and you’re not able to see his arousal.

You keep looking at him and insert another finger in your hot core, moving them in and out of you.

“Faster…”

You feel your body getting hotter when his cape slides open and you watch his hard member being stroked by his gloved hand.

You plunge your fingers deeper inside yourself and twitch your nub frantically moaning loud.

“Faster…” he says again in a more desperate tone. You obey him, trying to match your thrusts with the pace he has seated rubbing his cock.

“Oh, God! I’m gonna come!” he shouts, loosing a little the control in his voice.

You lift your self up, resting on one elbow, but never taking your fingers from your inside. “Then come to me, my angel…” you say with a half smile on your face when you realize your pun.

You hear him growl and moan as his cum spills over your breasts, your thighs and your belly.

His legs go weak from the intensity of his orgasm and he falls to his knees between your legs.

His breathing is heavy.

You sit up, looking him directly in the eyes and lean for a kiss.