"Harder! Harder!" Christine cried out tilting her head back balling the sheets into her fists. She was on the edge of the bed legs wrapped tight around the waist of her Phantom as he thrust in and out of her.

He gritted his teeth as he grunted, taking ahold of his wife's waist. His fingers dug in making indentations as he lifted her pelvis off the bed. He pushed faster and harder the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

"Don't stop, don't…oh, Angel, Angel!" She thrashed her head back and forth digging her heels firmer into his buttock.

Erik groaned and panted. Keep the rhythm, keep it, dammit! Oh how tight her cunt is becoming! He looked down from watching her face contorting in climax to watching more and more of her fluids seep onto his cock with each thrust. He looked up to see her breasts rising and following with labored breaths as the contortion on her face turned to bliss. He pulled out feeling her constriction around his manhood relax. He lowered her back to the bed before sitting on edge gasping for breath as he wiped away the sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Angel, aren't you coming back?" Christine sat up on her knees, her breaths still heavy. "I know you didn't climax."

Before he could answer, Christine felt between her legs rumble, air and noise escaping her womanhood. She giggled, "Oh dear."

Erik gasped for air as he laughed. He turned around to face her, "You were the one who wanted to be fucked hard, you know the consequence!" He cupped his hand over the pubic mound and pushed, "Let's get the rest of it out."

She laughed, "Erik you are being ridiculous!"

"Am I?" he pushed a few more times before stopping. "Maybe I am, all I am getting is nectar." He lifted his hand and licked his palm.

"You are in a good mood for someone who didn't climax," still kneeling, Christine wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you sure you don't want to finish?"

"I am not the man I used to be; especially when you want it hard," he ran both of his hands through her down and messy hair. "Besides I'm turning flaccid."

Christine leaned in and kissed his neck, "I can remedy that."

Fffffttt.

Erik looked down between their bodies smiling, "Now what else does your cunt want to tell me?"

"Erik!" She pulled aways from him.

"What?"

"And how can you say that word, especially in relation to me?"

"What? Cunt?" He leaned his forehead against her's, "It's no more vulgar than what's coming out of it right now, Angel." He smirked at her with his good eyebrow arched.

"That's not vulgar! You're being vulgar now!"

"Queer, since it was only a few minutes ago you were the one yelling at me to fuck you harder."

"You're being mean!" Christine pushed on his chest.

Erik laughed grabbing her wrist, "Tell me Christine, how is cunt vulgar when I've done nothing work damn hard tonight to pleasure it? And you want me back inside it even though you know I can't cycle like I used to."

"I wanted you back in me so I could take care of you!"

He smiled and arched his good eyebrow, "There it is!" He laid down on the bed, stretching his arms over his head, "I am content, Angel. Come lay with me."

Christine laid down next to him, "How can you be content coming close to release and not achieving it?"

"Can a husband not receive joy in pleasuring his wife?" He caressed her cheek, "Out with it, Christine."

She closed her eyes and sighed, "I'm losing my babies. Gustave is getting married Friday. Charlotte is going to school away from us."

He chuckled as he continued to caress her cheek, "Oh Angel, did you forget about our other two children?"

"No!" She wiped at the tears in her eyes. "But the house is going to be quieter without Charlotte and I'm no longer the most important woman in Goose's life. There is less for me to take care of, and now that I can't have anymore babies…and you didn't even want to be taken care of in a different way tonight!"

The Phantom closed his eyes and shook his head, a grin on his face, "This really is bothering you, if a good, hard fuck didn't even distract you for long." He sat up, finding their discarded night clothes. He handed Christine her nightgown before putting on his nightshirt.

Once she was dressed he pulled the covers over both of them and pulled her into an embrace. "My Christine you underestimate how much we all need you. Yes, Gustave will be married but I do believe you are gaining a daughter more with Rose than losing a son. And Charlotte will be home on the weekends. As will Matilda. And I have a feeling Arthur is going to have interesting needs. And I hope to God, this won't be the last time we make love!"

Christine giggled.

"Now, let us get to sleep so we can get through this week and get to the relaxing winter you wanted to have in Florida." He kissed her lightly on the lips, "Good night, my Christine."

"Good night, my Angel. And thank you."