More Than Us

“I have an appointment on Monday.”

“Five whole days, that is unacceptable. Let me make some calls.” I pull his shirt, keeping him in this spot. “Phillipa?”

“The darkness won’t go away, Cord. I am so sorry I left you, with no way to find me. I just...I don’t know what to do.” I cry into his shirt, the years of pent up hurt and pain, seeing its way out. I feel his hands, rubbing my back as he soothes me with words.

It's going to be ok, baby. I love you so much. Let me in, love.

I don’t know how long I lay, me on his lap, under the cover. I must fall asleep at some point because when I wake up, he is removing my clothes, having already removed his. “Cord?” I say half confused, half horny.

“It’s ok baby. Go back to sleep. I am just getting us back to where we are supposed to be. Do you remember?” I nod my head. After we got married, he told me we would never sleep with anything between us, even clothes. So, we used to take all of our clothes off before getting in the bed. Some nights, we would make love real slow. Some nights he would fuck me until I passed out and other nights, he would simply pull me into his arms, wrap every inch of his body around mine, and we would spend the night that way. “We are going to sleep tonight, my wild one. Tomorrow, we will begin restoration.” Thank God, he is doing it. I am too weak to be the one.

“Mmm.” I wake up stretching, my body tingling from head to toe. I haven’t opened my eyes, not sure what I am feeling, but holy fuck.

“Good morning, baby.” Oh God. I lift my back, my eyes meeting his as his mouth devours my pussy. When he lifts his head to speak, the cream he has already gotten from me, coats his lips, causing more to slide out of me. “The breakfast of champions. Right, my Philli?” I nod my head, pulling his face against my cunt, needing him to finish what he started. “Ooh...somebody's greedy this morning.”

“Cord.” I whine, opening my legs wider, needing him to go deeper. “Please.” I am not above begging at this point.

“Oh, my sweet little Philli.” he says as he licks me over and over. “I am in control of this one, baby. So, fucking delicious.” he licks his lips as he says it. Spreading my legs further apart, he holds them in his hands, squeezing my thighs, so hard I know it is going to leave a bruise. Once I am as open as he wants me, he pushes them so far up to my chest, that the hole between my ass cheeks is right at his mouth. Looking me in my eyes, the feral beast coming out to play, he licks me from asshole to clit and back again over and over. My stomach begins to contract, places inside of me I didn’t know could feel are beginning to awaken. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as this keening kitty noise leaves my mouth.

“Oh, shit Cord. Too much...please.” I don’t know what I am asking for, but holy fuck does it feel amazing. He relentlessly keeps going, sucking my clit every time he reaches it.

“Fuck!! How much sugar did you have last night? It’s like a fucking candy store down here.” he says, his mouth sticky and wet. As I look down at him, I feel his thumb enter my pussy and I almost leap off the bed. I am so sensitive; the barest touch will send me over. His tongue joins his finger. He sticks in and out of the entrance, moving back and forth, up and down. I begin to hyperventilate the overwhelming orgasm right at the surface. “Say it, Philli. I know you need to come and so do I baby. Help me so I can spray you. Say the words.” Oh shit. Oh fuck. How can he take so much from me, while giving me everything?

“Cord… CORD!!!” I scream, everything around me spinning. He stands, his thumb moving circles around the entrance and my pussy, faster and faster. Both of us are no longer able to hold it.

“JUST SAY THE FUCKING WORDS, BABY!!!” he growls. This is the first time I notice he is stroking himself up and down, his salt dripping out of the tip. This the final straw. I finally give up and give him everything.

“My King. My King.” I say it over and over, out of breath.

“Your king, baby. Always.” I feel his cum spraying all over my body. I open my mouth, desperate to taste him, feel him as he travels down my throat. He finishes, picks me up, and we take a shower. He washes me, as we kiss, slowly and with purpose. His hands rubbing up and down my body as his mouth shows me how much he loves me. We finish and dry off, change the sheets and snuggle back in the bed, me once again, with my head on his chest. I don’t know how I lived without this for so long.