Surrender: Keeping Her in the Dark Vol. 4 (19 page)

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Authors: Leslie Sansom

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“We’re still young, little one. Let’s eat our food and make love, because its Chinese food….I’m sure I’m going to be hungry again soon.” I gave her another chaste kiss.

“Hungry for food or more love making?” she asked.

“Both.”

I woke up a few hours later hungry for more sex and an eggroll. I looked over at Norah and she was sleeping like an angel.

Her hair was scattered all over the pillow like she was doing a shampoo commercial and her hand was perfectly placed right beside her face. I could see her bare shoulders peaking over the comforter and knew the rest of her body was just as naked under the blanket.

We had enjoyed our dinner while watching a singing show with turning chairs. I didn’t understand it. I annoyed Norah with my questions about the turning chairs. It was a playful annoyance. The kind she loved. She loved it when she knew more about a subject than I did. She loved showing off her knowledge. Norah was always more versed in all things pop culture than I was. I didn’t take an interest in celebrities or reality shows. Maybe because when I use to date celebrities or models it was me who found myself in the magazines and followed by people taking my picture.

I moved some of the hair from her face and behind her ear. I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom but I grabbed a cold eggroll on the way.

When I came out of the bathroom I saw Norah’s ripped nightgown on the floor and picked it up.

“Another one bites the dust,” I said as I threw it in the trashcan. Sometimes I couldn’t control myself with her. Most of the time I couldn’t control myself with her. I tried to tell her that wearing anything to bed was just a waste of clothing, but she didn’t agree.

I heard my phone vibrate and went to the nightstand to see who it was at 1:30 in the morning. I laughed and shook my head at the picture Will had just texted me.

“Who is it? Is everything ok?” Norah’s voice was a little raspy.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Will just texted me an absurd picture. I guess he’s back from his month long vacation.” I climbed in bed beside my wife and gave her a kiss.

She didn’t let me stop with the chaste kiss I had in mind. She took her time and slowly climbed on my lap.

“Norah, darling, did someone wake up hungry?” I spoke through her lips on mine. She made a humming noise and moved against mine. I put my hands on her hips and held her against me so she could feel that I was hungry too.

She grabbed me by my ears and pulled me close to her. Her nipples pressed against my chest and I could feel how erect they were. Her labored breaths felt hot against my face.

I didn’t want to break our kiss, but I moved our bodies and rolled on top of her. Her legs opened wide eagerly inviting me in. I shifted my hips against her and could hear her faint moans. I had hit her sweet spot and I knew it.

Her back arched off the bed and I pulled her closer to me. I moved my mouth from her mouth to her jaw, down her neck, behind her ear to my favorite spot. That damn tattoo drove me crazy.

Her hands moved down my sides and over my abs, then my hips around to my butt. She pulled me closer, grinding herself against me.

I lifted myself a little and she buried her face in my neck. Her tongue licked my neck and she seductively sucked on my ear.

I moved her leg over my hip and kept rocking against her. Norah was always so receptive, so responsive. I loved seeing her body against mine. I loved hearing her little moans and whispers. I loved it that I was the only man in her life that had ever seen her this seductive, felt her this wet and made her this greedy.

“Damn, you feel so good, baby.” Norah’s body always felt amazing against mine. I moved down to her neck, then I licked across her chest and took some time sucking on her nipples. Norah’s nipples were perfect. They were a perfect size and perfectly pink. She also had this little mole just above her right nipple. She hated it, but it was very sexy.

My mouth moved down to her hips, her navel and then to her sweet spot. My sweet spot.

“Ummm,” I moaned. I pushed her legs apart and ran my fingers over her folds. “This pussy is mine,” I hummed. I dove right in.

My fingers were the first to touch her, my mouth the first to taste her sweetness, and my dick was the first and only to enter her body…to make her come…to make her scream with pleasure. She belonged to me.

“Ummm,” I moaned again. “You taste so sweet, little one.”

“As good as your greasy Chinese food” she joked.

“Better,” I panted. Her nails dug into my shoulders like she was hanging on by a thread. I knew it wouldn’t take much more for my beautiful wife to come in my mouth.

I licked and sucked on her clit slowly.

“Stop torturing me,” she moaned.

I moved against her a little faster and her back arched again.

“Liam….oh my fucking God!!!” she screamed. I held her against my mouth and sucked on her clit a little harder. She tried to push me away but I wouldn’t let her. Norah’s body belonged to me. When she was experiencing an extreme amount of pleasure, sometimes she tried to push me away. She said it was because she couldn’t take it. But I liked to torture her with pleasure, so I held her tight.

I moved up her body and kissed her mouth hard. I loved to taste Norah’s pussy, but I really loved for Norah to taste herself. I felt her hands push my briefs down my hips and she grasped my shaft.

“I want this!” she moaned. She pressed me to her entrance and I thrusted myself inside her. “Ahhh,” she called out. “Fucking Jesus Christ,” she screamed.

“Try again,” I whispered against her ear. I moved out of her slowly and rammed myself back inside her.

Her hips met my thrusts. By the sounds of her moans I could tell her teeth were clenched.

I kept moving inside her and she kept up with my pace. I could feel sweat dripping from my nose and the slickness of Norah’s perspiration against my chest.

“Are you going to say my name?” I asked. I leaned back and our eyes met. Her eyes narrowed as if she was challenging me. I gave her another hard thrust and I could have sworn I heard her whimper.

Her nails dug into my shoulders and she rolled quickly, catching me off guard. She was now on top and I was on the bottom. Her legs straddled me and her hands were clawing my chest.

“I think you should be screaming my name,” she panted. She closed her eyes and started riding me.

I loved to watch Norah ride me. I loved to feel Norah on top of me. She was so tight, she moved with grace and a sexiness I couldn’t describe. Her tits and stomach were shining with sweat.

I could feel the pressure building up inside me. My balls started to ache. I wanted to come so bad, but I didn’t want to stop yet. I moved my thumb to her clit. As she moved her body against mine, I rubbed my thumb against her. Her nails clawed my chest and she began to slow her pace.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. I knew she was coming.

“Come for me, little one. Let me hear you,” I said.

“Ahhh…God…yes, yes, yes…” she screamed. Her body moved against mine very slowly. When she stopped moving, I took over.

I quickly moved to my knees holding her body against mine and not losing the connection. I moved her up and down on my dick. Slow at first, but then faster and faster. She started moaning again and she opened her eyes.

“Take it, baby. Take it all,” I said. “Make me come inside your tight little pussy,” I huffed. I moved her up and down a few more times.

“It’s yours,” she said. “My tight pussy belongs to you, Liam,” she panted harder.

It was all I needed. I moved her body one more time and I came. I grunted and held her in place while I felt my own orgasm. I emptied myself inside her.

“Can you feel that? Feel me coming inside you, little one?” I kissed her mouth and she grabbed my head. She fell back on the bed and I moved so I lay on top of her. She ran her hands through my hair as I laid my head against her chest. I let all of my weight go on top of her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me.

“I’m sorry I’ve been at the hospital. I have missed you so much. Please,” I moved my mouth to her chest and started to make little kisses on her nipples. “Please, don’t ever leave me,” I begged.

“I won’t, Liam. I have no intention of ever leaving you,” she continued to run her hands through my hair.

She still had a very concerned look on her face. I started to think that her thoughts of her getting older and getting wrinkles wasn’t what was concerning her.

“I can see it, Norah. I can see the concern in your face,” I moved some hair off her cheek. She closed her eyes and then opened them again. She moved her lips like she was about to say something.

“When you’re ready, little one. When you’re ready,” I gave her a kiss. I silently prayed that her concerned look didn’t have anything to do with her time with Nick. He was dead, there wasn’t much I could do to him now. But if he hurt my wife, I would take joy in digging up his decaying body and killing him again.

Chapter Sixteen

Norah

“You still haven’t told him?” Kelly gasped. She was sitting across from me going over my schedule for the next few days.

“I still haven’t told you,” I yelled back. I put my hands on my head and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. “No, I haven’t told him yet,” I said quietly.

“Why?” she asked. I opened my eyes and drank some of my coffee.

“Well we’ve kinda been busy. Gerald’s been sick. Liam’s mind has been on other things. And,” I paused. “And I’m scared, to be honest.” I let out my breath.

“Why?” she asked again.

“I’m sorry, have you met my husband? He is very controlling, he likes to have things his way. He likes to have my complete attention on him. My having a job at all was a struggle for him. When I decided I wanted to start my own company, his way of controlling the situation was giving me this company,” I pointed at my desk like it represented my business. “Liam is very…controlling,” I said again.

“Yeah you’ve mentioned that before,” she said.

“Well it was true both times,” I cocked my head to the side. “I have learned the hard way that to get my husband to do what I want him to do, he has to think it’s his idea. My life seems to work better that way.”

“So how could having a baby be his idea?”

“It can’t. I mean it could if I wasn’t already pregnant, but since that isn’t the case, I’m kinda fucked on this one.”

“So your plan is just to not tell him?” she stood up.

“No. Of course not.” I stood up too and pulled down my shirt.

“Kinda casual for work today aren’t we?” she gestured to my outfit. I was wearing capri skinny jeans, a pink cotton short sleeved shirt with a pink and white summer scarf. My hair was in a bun and I had very light make-up on my face. I looked down at my clothes.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I looked back up at her.

“Nothing. You usually wear a suit to work. That’s all.” She shrugged and started to walk out of my office.

“Wait,” I held up my hand. “You have to help me! I need to tell my husband about this baby and I need to do it soon.”

“So do it tonight. Make him a dinner with baby peas, baby carrots and baby spinach. Then tell him you have something to tell him and the clue is in the meal,” she smiled.

“It’s a cute idea. But first of all, peas, carrots and spinach are not a meal. So he would know something was up as soon as he saw there wasn’t any meat on the table. Second, that kind of thing is something you do when being pregnant is good news.”

“This isn’t good news?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “Like I said, I’m scared to tell him.” I held up my hand. “Don’t get me wrong, Liam has come a long way when it comes to letting people in his life.” I nodded my head out to the store where Marcus was cutting fresh flowers for our table display.

“It seems he takes in any stray dog off the street these days,” I paused and looked back at Kelly. “But having people around us, making friends…it isn’t the same thing as having a child.”

“I get it,” she nodded. “I say just be honest. Be straight. Just blurt it out.”

“That’s what I’m going to have to do, because if I keep thinking about it, I’ll never tell him.” She started out of my office again ad then turned back to face me.

“Just to be clear, I’m not one of the stray dogs right?”

“Absolutely not,” I blew her an air kiss.

I met up with Jane for lunch and took Marcus shopping for some flowers to take over to Gerald. We talked a little bit and then I headed home, to prepare for the most awkward conversation of my life.

Rosa spent most of her time at the hospital so I made dinner myself. I made a lasagna and garlic bread. Everything was in the oven and I was cutting vegetables for a salad when I heard voices in the foyer. I wiped my hands on my apron and walked through the dining room to the foyer.

Liam, Will and Jane were standing there all talking and laughing.

“Well hello,” I walked over and kissed Jane on the cheek and then Will kissed mine.

“I hope its ok, darling. I brought some friends over for dinner,” Liam kissed my cheek. “You smell like garlic,” he whispered.

“I made lasagna and garlic bread.”

“I’m going to make myself a drink. I hope you don’t mind,” Will said and he and Jane walked into the study.

“Are you ok? You look a little pale.” He put his hand against my forehead like he was taking my temperature.

“Do you have any idea what you are feeling for?” I asked.

“No. Actually I don’t,” he took his hand away and smiled.

“I’m fine. I just didn’t eat any lunch. I’m gonna go finish the salad and I’ll be in in a minute,” he gave me another kiss and went to be with Will and Jane.

Well there goes another attempt down the drain. I had finally worked up the courage and now I just had to swallow it.

“Dammit,” I said to myself. “Who knows when I will get the courage again,” I huffed. “The kid will be in high school and I’ll have to convince Liam he is just another person that works for us,” I chuckled.

“Who are you talking to?” Jane asked. I jumped at the sound of her voice.

“Oh, no one. Just myself,” I went back to chopping vegetables. Jane took a carrot from the veggies I was cutting up and started biting into it.

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