"See? The sound you made then? Like a perfect pitch to my ears." Erik had seen so much in the opera house when he'd observed the ballet rats doing their deeds at night, the way he skulked about in the shadows. But he was a curious man, and it was easier to watch and learn to anticipate the day he could do such things to Christine than to find some common whore.
"A very long time...then you will allow me to set a bar to which all others will be compared hereafter." His mouth crept closer to the juncture of her thigh, his thin bristly beard rubbing against her skin as he inhaled. "Fast or slow?" he asked her as he delicately brushed back the dark curls and kissed her folds. The position was going to prove to be a little difficult when she started writhing, so he leaned back and pulled her hips forward, his hands then moving up to strip away her shirt. "Here, place these here," and he took her hands and put them on her breasts.
His hands spread her legs as far apart he could comfortably to give him greater access to her. Starting just underneath her breasts, he kissed down her stomach to her waist, his tongue never venturing out of his mouth until he neared the juncture again.