More Than Us
Chapter ThreeCordThe 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.