by ChaShiree M.
“Yes, Cord. I need you.” More than he will ever know.
“Good. Then be my good little Philli and take everything off baby. I need to see you.” he stands before me like a god, his hands moving up and down his cock. The angry red head of it, winking at me as it drips down his shaft. My mouth salivates remembering how it tastes having it at my mercy. Wiping his finger though the milk dripping from him, he brings it to my mouth. “Remember, baby.” I lick his finger, moaning as I frantically rid myself of my clothes. How the hell will I ever forget.
Chapter Three
Cord
The lust in her eyes, tells me I am closer to bringing her back. Now, I am not so gone that I think she is going to wake tomorrow, and everything will be ok. No. I am sure there will be some regret and distancing, but this is still a success in my book. “Aww shit, baby. Look at how beautiful you are. Those fucking tits I used to love sucking and biting, like my favorite lollipop. Spread your legs baby. Let me see my prize.” she pushes her chest up, as her legs open. Her eyes begin to close, as she moans my name.
“Cord, please.” she says, her body shaking, the need too much.
“Open your eyes, Philli. Look at me.” she blinks a bit before her eyes meet mine. “You know what to do, babygirl. Show me.” I am driving my own cock to the brink, forcing her to feel what we used to have and apparently still do. I have to stop stroking him and squeeze him, making sure to pinch it a bit, staving off the need to slam inside the pussy that has been my kryptonite. “Show me baby. Put us both out of our misery. Show how much you need it.” her breath picks up. She knows what I am saying. I watch as she slowly moves her hand down her stomach, licking her lips, knowing she is driving me out of mind, forcing her to wait. As she moves closer to the end destination, I walk toward her.
“Cord.” she half asks, half teases.
“It’s ok baby. I feel the pain too. Give me what I want, and I will give you what you need. Now SHOW. ME!” I emphasize the last part, letting her know I am done waiting. She reaches the pussy that has put me to my knees on numerous occasions. She splits the lips of her bare cunt, gasping as she touches the sensitive parts of her. She dips her fingers inside, rubbing them up and down, moaning and pushing her pussy into the thrust as she plays with herself. I gnash my teeth together, my grip slipping. The one thing I do know, there is no way she can come until I allow it.
Pulling her fingers from between her legs, I look and bring her fingers to my nose, inhaling the intoxicating smell of the cunt that I have brought to the brink and back again over and over. “Jesus, Philli, you still smell like a fucking sugar cane.” I slip her fingers into my mouth and suck the syrup off, my control slipping.
Moving between her legs, I fall to my knees, worshipping her as she meant to be worshipped. Spreading her open, I rub my nose in her honeycomb, teasing her clit with it, lapping at her honey at the same time. She grabs my head pulling me further into her hot pussy, fucking herself on my face, racing to her release. One last lick, I move from between her legs, my hands never leaving my cock, determined to plug it up until I am encased inside of her. I chuckle, her face frowning because I took away her chance to let go. “Tell me, baby. Say it.” her mouth opens as my request shocks her, since it has been years since I have demanded it. “You know the magic words, baby. Say it, or I am going to walk away leaving you like this.” fuck if I think I can but she doesn’t need to know.
Spanking her clit with my cock, tip fucking her over and over, dipping the head in and out of her cunt, she moves on the bed, her body begging me to let her finish. Continuing to hit her clit, grinding my cock into, watching as it gets swollen and red from my actions, I can’t help but love her restraint. However, right now, it is killing us both. Deciding to really stoke the embers, I push into her cunt, two inches, giving her just enough to fuck herself. I fight to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, being inside my heaven again. She begins to rock, racing toward what she needs. Just as I feel her pussy squeeze me, always a sign she is about to come, I pull out. “Bad girl. You didn’t say it, Philli. Put us both out of our misery.”
Her eyes meet mine and I see the defiance. So, I push it. “Ok baby. I get it. You don’t want it. I hear ya loud and clear. I’m sorry. Goodnight Phillipa.'' I walk away hoping she wants this as much as me, because I might have pushed my own luck. I am almost ready to cave when I reach the bottom of the stairs and I hear it. It’s a whisper, but I hear it.
“I love you, Cord. Fuck me.” thank fuck.
“Always baby.” turning back, not wasting any time reaching her. Not another word is spoken. I walk...fuck more like sprint to the bed and slam into her, all pretense done. “Fuck baby.” I say, taking a minute to calm myself. “Feels like the first time. I never could break you in.” I whisper in her ear before sinking my teeth into her neck. I miss being able to mark her anywhere I wanted to. She used to walk around with bite marks all over my body...every single inch.
“Oh god, Cord. Faster. Fuck me faster.”
She digs her heels into my ass, fucking back at me, my cock sinking deeper into her. I slow down for a second needing to see her eyes, so she can see mine. Pulling back a bit and not moving, I sweep her wet hair out of her face, her sweat making her skin glow. I lick up the side of her neck and face, loving the mixture of her desire mixed with her own smell and taste. “I know baby.” I say to her, letting her know I feel the pain too. “I love you so fucking much. I am right here. The light is lit, Philli. Use it to guide you back home, love.” I see tears forming in her eyes before she lifts her head and our mouths connect. Our kiss shows the urgency of all the time we have missed. Our mouths dance a tango, biting, sucking licking. My cock moves in and out of her slowly, showing her what she means to me. I could do this all night, like I have so many times. But she has other plans. Pulling her mouth away from mine, she says the very thing that always sends me over the edge.
“Make me fly, Cord. Make me soar.” Shit. I bite her lip one more time, before moving back. Pulling her ass further onto my dick, pushing deeper into her, her back arching off the bed. I am no longer able to restrain myself.
“Play with your tits baby. You knew what you were asking for. Now take it.” pushing her legs open and up to her chest, I plow in and out, my eyes never leaving the place where we are joined. I have always loved watching as our combined juices leak out her, our joint passion creating this flavor that is all us. I forget just for a moment and lose myself in the feeling of being back inside of her. In and out, I push harder and harder, loving how swollen her pussy looks, beat to shit.
“Cord?” she is filled with uncertainty as her orgasm is priming to take over her.
“It’s ok baby. You can take it.” I lean over nudging her hand out the way as I suck her nipple into my mouth not stopping my assault on her hot cunt. I suck her raspberry nipples into my mouth, biting and nipping at them, watching her lose her mind, head rolling back and forth as she bucks under me, the passion between us being too much for her. I should give a fuck, but I don’t. She has denied us too long. She deserves this punishment. “Fuck. Shit. Philli. Still too fucking tight to take me all the way. Can’t buy pussy this good, baby.” she squeezes loving the words. It's not enough. I need to be deeper. “On your hands and knees baby.” She rolls over no hesitation. This is her favorite position.
I love licking her pussy from this position. I kneel down, needing a bit more dessert. My tongue swipes through her puffy, pink pussy lips and she moans, rocking back into my mouth, her body shaking and covered in sweat which looks like glitter on her skin. The slurping noises make me feel like a hungry dog. I can feel the animal in me begging to be set free. “Damn it, Philli, when did your ass get so fucking plump? Your pussy is hotter than I remember. When the hell did this happen?” I ask as I spank one cheek, the pink making me crave her. I suck her clit back into my mouth before kissing her pussy one more time. I stand up and impale her on my cock.
“CORD!!!” she yells, arching her back,
before she begins rocking on and off my cock, her beat up honeycomb getting red from the way I am loving her right now.
“Fuck. That’s right baby.” I grab her hips jabbing in and out of her. Placing my hand over her stomach, I can feel the imprint of my rod inside of her, pushing into her organs and fuck if it is not the best feeling.
“So deep. Ah god. Tóso kalá, vasiliá mou.” I fuck the shit out of her, hearing her use her Greek name for me. I used to love when she would use her accent while I was deep inside of her.
“Son of a bitch. Say it again baby. What am I?'' I reach under her, my fingers pinching her clit. I am about to release, and I need her to cum first. “Tell me baby.” I whisper in her ear, biting just behind her ear and every part of her leading to her shoulder. “What am I baby?”
“O vasiliás mou.”
“That’s right my little Philli. Your fucking king and I demand you put all of your weight on me and let me carry you through the sorrow into light baby. I love you,” are the last words I say to her, before she screams, thrashing, bucking, wildly, no longer able to control herself, the passion and fire that we have always had. I look down, seeing our combined milk as it drips down out of her pussy down her thigh, wetting mine at the same time, since I have yet to pull out, needing to feel her a bit longer, the quivering and throbbing of her cunt pulling the last of me. Not ready for it to be over, I hear a growl leave her throat as I bring her to one more orgasm. I feel myself preparing to soak her one more time. I never have been able to control myself when I am inside of her. I continue to grind my hand on her clit, keeping her cumming through my own epic release. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Take it, Philli. Take it. Squeeze that cunt for me baby. Take all of it.” I grunt out as I shake, continuing to pound her from the back, never wanting this feeling to stop.
We both finish, exhausted and full of emotions. I drop to the bed, my cock still inside of her, not willing to remove it yet. I pull her into arms, kissing her lips, telling her how much I love her. How much I have missed her. Reminding her the vows we made to one another. She kisses me back, the tears pouring down her face. I can see the war within her, as she fights, caught between two emotions. Both of which I understand. “Just lay here with me baby. We have tomorrow to deal with the darkness. Stay in the light with me, tonight.” This is the last thing I remember saying before I fall asleep, my arms and legs holding her tight against me, not giving her the room to leave me. How do we overcome this?
Chapter Four
Phillipa
Waking up, I stretch, my arms and legs sore from being cuddled into him all night. I move to get up, the soreness between my legs, evidence of the way I let go last night. For one night, I was just, Phillipa. Wife of the sexiest, caring and possessive man I have ever met. For one night, I was not the woman who couldn’t do the basic thing a woman is supposed to do. Give my husband a family. Sure, the doctors said there is nothing wrong with either of us, but if that were true, we would be surrounded by kids by now. Right?
Looking over at his side of the bed, I feel a sense of relief that we don’t have to have the talk I know is going to come eventually. My feelings are just too raw for that. But I also feel sad. I can’t remember the last time, I got to watch his handsome face as he laid in bed, not bogged down with sorrow and worry. Even after things began to get tense between us, the one thing he wouldn’t budge on, is that I was to still sleep in our bed. I tried to argue, but he held fast. So, I would just get up every morning before him and go into another room until he left. Huh. Having him do just that this morning, I get a taste of what he must feel. I don’t like it.
Knowing I must get up and shower, I take the sheets off the bed, put them in the wash and sit in the tub, needing to soak my swollen red pussy. Pouring in some bath salt, I slide into the hot water and sigh. Jesus. What the hell did he do to me last night? I find my hands running over my body, remembering everything, tracing the places he bit, the places he kissed and the places he licked. Pinching my breast, I find myself once again in heat, everything sensitive and needy. I run my hands over my stomach, taking a second to wish that last night produces something before continuing down to my pussy that even in water I feel is slick and sticky.
I rub over my clit, gasping at how in tune it is to everything by body missed about being trapped under him. My fingers slide in and out of my pussy, my body tingling, every sound leaving my mouth breathy and wanting more. Moving more and more, fucking my own fingers, trying to recreate the feeling I got from being taken by him, but it’s no use. Nothing could ever make me feel like the man I gave my mind, body and soul too, all those years ago.
Giving up, I get out of the tub, and dry off, taking a look at myself in the mirror. Even I can see the glow emitting from me, my skin shiny and filled with a light I haven't seen in years. Feeling so confused, I call my best friend.
“Hey girl. Been a few weeks. What’s been going on?” she asks genuine concern in her voice.
“I have been ok. Sorry it has been so long, but between work and... well I have been ok. Listen, are you working today?” I ask her, hoping she says no. I need to talk to someone, and she is the only person I trust to tell me the truth.
“You are in luck. It’s my off day. Say one hour at Sandy’s pancake house?”
“Sounds good. See you then.” I hang up, feeling better already. Dressed and about to walk out the door, I look around at this life we have built, based upon a carefully laid plan of what we carved out, I can feel the tears building, so many emotions coming at me at once. Wiping my eyes as I hiccup, not able to stop the onslaught of despair. Holding my phone, I begin to dial his number, needing to hear his voice, but at the last minute, I change my mind and walk out the door.
The drive eludes me. I don’t remember it and everything around me is nonexistent, until I get to the breakfast house. Walking in, I can’t help but feel relief when I see she is already here. I begin to fall apart, knowing I can cry in her presence and she will talk me through it. She stands and pulls me into her arms. “Shhh. What’s wrong Phillipa. What happened?'' I shake my head, not able to talk right now. I simply put my head on her shoulder and allow my best friend to hold me. After I don’t know how much time, I pull myself together enough for us to sit. “Tell me what is going on honey.”
“I… I don’t know what to do anymore. I have spent so much time pulling away from him, locking myself in this…. bubble I have created, protecting myself from feeling anything, that I don’t know how to come out of it.” The honesty is like a weight being lifted off my shoulders.
“Hmmm…” she hums, her eyes looking at me like a detective would. She has been good at reading me. Hence the reason we are best friends. Others would look at us, confused about how someone with my degree, wealth and education, could be best friends with a hotel maid. My response would be, you don’t know what someone’s story is, until you know. I was there when her life was right side up and I was there when her life got turned upside down.” Let me guess, you slept with Cord again last night.” Fuck. I hate that she can read me.
“I did,” I say, my head hanging down.
“Why is your head hanging, my friend? He is your husband. You don’t have to be ashamed for making love to him. What is it that is really bothering you?”
“I don’t know what to do now,” I tell her, as everything spills out now.
“Well seems to me, you have finally come to me for some truth...yes?” I nod my head. “I have been trying to tell you, for years, that I thought you were handling this wrong. Cord loves you, honey. Anyone within a hundred-mile radius can see it. Instead of pushing him away, you should be using him as in anchor, Phillipa. It is at times like these, that your vows are the most important. Why don’t you try letting him carry you.” her words resonate within me because they are in essence what he said to me last night when he was inside of me, making a mess of my body and mind.
“I have made the chasm so wide between us, that I don’t know how to fix it. What do I do, Lailani
?”
“Start with talking, honey. Just talk to him. Tell him everything you have been feeling. Let him in. Start there.” I let that soak in before nodding my head.
“Your right. It’s time.” I just hope I am brave enough to do it. “Well enough about me. What's been going on with you?” I note she begins to fidget a bit. That is her tell. She only does that when there is something, she doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Oh, you know… same ole’, same ole’.” Oh no. That is not going to fly with me.
“Lani, tell me. What’s going on. Is there anything I can do?” she shakes her head, her headstrong persona coming to the forefront.
“No, my friend. There is nothing you can do. I have gotten myself into a pickle. I met someone, thought it was love and then realized it wasn’t. Except now, I have a souvenir to take with me.” it takes me a moment to realize what she is talking about.
“Oh my gosh, Lani. A baby?” She nods her head, her eyes far away. “Who is the man?”
“It doesn't matter. Everything he told me was a lie. Now, I have to figure out what is next. It’s obvious I can’t continue to stay here. I was thinking I would go to Savannah and start over. I could finally finish my degree, get a job and take care of my baby.”
“Wait, you are going to move? By yourself? Lani, I don’t think you have thought this through. How are you going to survive? Let alone pay for an education and childcare to go to school? Lani, you need to think about this.”
“I have, Phillipa. I have thought about nothing else since I found out. But I can’t stay here, my friend.” Oh man. How do we get ourselves into these situations?
“Well at least let me give you money to get you started.”
“Absolutely not. I will be ok. Just promise me you will fix this. You have something we all search for...devotion and love. Don’t let it go.” I feel emotions welling up once again, knowing that without her here, I will be without my sounding board. My lie detector. My friend. I can’t have her worrying about me, so I nod my head. “I promise.”
