Bon Appétit

Erik gently kissed Christine's hair, almost ravenous to have her then and there upon the floor. Christine reached up and held Erik's shoulder as she leaned in to kiss him again.

They shared a passionate, intense embrace as desire swept through their bodies. Erik pulled Christine tight to his body, kissing her greedily as his tongue explored her mouth. Christine pressed herself against Erik's swollen manhood as a flash of passion swept through her thighs.

She held on as he kissed her with an intense fever, and she felt his tongue caress her own. Together they continued to kiss as their hands moved across each others bodies.

Erik felt Christine's supple back and began to move her forward as Christine felt herself being pushed. Suddenly she felt the end of the table against her shins, and Erik moaned, "Oh Christine!"

He fervently kissed her neck as Christine lifted her leg around Erik. He gently moved his hands across to her arms and began to rub them as he kissed the other side of her neck.

Christine leaned her head back in pleasure as Erik soon reached her heaving bosom. She moaned as he pressed himself desperately into her body, only the thin fabric of their clothes separating them.

Her leg wrapped around his back as her shoe fell off. Erik continued to kiss the top of her cleavage with an intense hunger, and Christine pushed her hand against the table to keep from falling. Erik's hand supported her back as his other hand began to gently press against her waist.

He started to kiss lower, and his tounge licked Christine's cleavage. Erik's hand moved from her waist to her back as he desperately began to grab at the strings of her dress.

Christine was in the throes of desire as Erik's smooth body leaned over her. She held on to his back as her other hand began to rub against his chest.

She pushed inside his tailcoat and began to caress his side. Erik continued to fumble with the fabric of Christine's dress. He groaned as she began to slip her hands from his back to his front, but Erik was soon distracted by the tightness of Christine's clothing.

He yanked at the lace, pulled the fabric, and finally ripped the back of Christine's dress away from her. He gasped as he peeled the useless garment down to her waist, and Christine yelped, "Erik!"

She didn't really care particularly, however, when Erik sighed, "Oh Christine, my Angel." She was standing before him in her torn dress, with her corset and girdle visible and only one shoe on.

Her hair was mussed and her eyes were covered with the thick black sash. Erik immediately grasped Christine and smothered her tender, fresh lips with his.

Christine moaned as Erik took her in his arms, lifting her up and kissing her passionately. Suddenly Erik realized he had knocked the jar of honey across the table and splattered Christine's lucious back with the sticky substance.

He carried her to his room, and past the great organ piano, into the Louis-Philippe room.

Christine was kissing Erik's neck and running her hand along his back. Her other hand came up almost to his face, and he sat her on the bed. "Please Christine. Oh Sweet Christine, do not touch my face. I beg of you, please."

He stood before her and reached out, gently moving a strand of hair from her face. He asked softly, the pain in his trousers becoming unbearable, "Do you really want this. Do you want. Me?"

Christine responded by standing up and allowing the rest of her dress to fall to the floor. If Erik could inspire such passion in just a kiss, then Christine wanted to know what other passions lay within his strong arms.

She had never needed a man like she needed Erik now, to touch her and kiss her; to make love to her.

Erik groaned as he began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled off his tailcoat while Christine began to fiddle with her corset. "I can't see anything Erik." She protested.

Erik gently reached out and turned Christine around, pulling her warm body close to his cold frame. He noticed the intricate design of the corset and bit his lip.

He so desperately wanted to have her, yet he couldn't destroy every bit of clothing she had. Tenderly he reached down and licked the honey off her smooth back.

Most of it was on her corset, but what was on her skin Erik soon removed.

Christine moaned as Erik's tongue traced her body. She felt his nimble fingers unlacing the ribbon in her corset. He soon undid it, and removed her girdle as well. Erik's breath was ragged as he began to kiss and lick every inch of Christine's body.

He moved down to pull off her stockings and her other shoe, and each time Christine lifted her foot he kissed her heel. Erik began to lick Christine's legs, alternating between each, until he reached her white panties.

They were the last item to be removed, and soon Christine stood, bare before Erik's lustful gaze. Erik immediately began to remove his shirt, and soon his trousers.

Christine stood before the bed, unable to see Erik but she could hear him, and certainly she could feel him.

Suddenly Erik gripped her arms and began to turn her towards him.