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He wanted her to give it all to him. Without reservation.

Soon, she too, fell into a restless sleep.

Liza came out of a sound sleep to feel Greg’s big hands
touching her, pulling her body close to his chest, as he slid the straps of her
negligee from her shoulders. He placed a warm kiss in the hollow where her
shoulder and neck met as the gown slid down her breasts.

“Hey, baby,” she said huskily and arched her back sharply as
he palmed her breasts and gently squeezed, his two fingers lightly pinching the
erect bud.

“Hey you,” he said and kissed the side of her neck. “I’m
sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m thankful that
you felt comfortable sharing some of your past with me. It’s a start.” He
continued to knead her breast with one hand, while the other worked on moving
the gown down her body. She helped him out by lifting her body slightly so that
it pooled around her waist.

“That’s okay, I understand. It’s not easy, but I understand
where you’re coming from too,” she murmured in the dark still of the room.
There was no light save the one from the moon that showed through the wood
blinds in the window behind their bed. The moonlight allowed her to see Greg’s
hand as it rested on the slight curvature of her belly.

“No baby, it’s not okay. And I’m going to make it up to you.
You deserve better treatment than that,” he said and lifted the short length of
the negligee, fanning it up and away and she briefly felt air hit her bared
bottom before he pulled her snug against his erection and gently eased the
broad head of his penis into her anus.

He must have already planned to make love to her in this
way, as she felt the slick lubrication of his condom-covered erection, as it
eased inside her ass.

She groaned harshly. Although he’d not prepared her, she was
ready within seconds and arched her back from the pleasure-pain as his cock
penetrated the tight, small opening. She felt a small sheen of sweat break out
on her forehead as her body accepted the hard length of his rod and her hands
automatically reached out to grasp his forearms to brace herself.

“So…is this punishment?” she asked on a grunt, as her body
adjusted to the pressure of him being embedded so deeply within her. When he didn’t
immediately answer, her heart sank.

“No. Yes. I don’t know,” he whispered in a guttural tone,
his mouth pressed against the bottom of her ear lobe. He grasped her hips in
his bands and slowly began to rock into her.

“I do know that I love you with everything I am, Li.” As he
spoke, one hand trailed around her hipbone and tangled in her tight nest of
curls at the juncture of her thighs.

He separated her folds and spread her own juices on his
finger before lightly stroking her clit in circular movements. She moved her
hips in time with his cock and his finger, loving the exquisite feel both gave.

“I want our marriage, our relationship to go to the next
level. It can’t if you keep holding back,” he said, and then took the lobe of
her ear into his mouth and bit down gently, before sucking it back into his
mouth, easing the sting. “What do you want, Liza? Talk to me. No more hiding.
And don’t come, not yet,” he demanded, lightly smacking her on the ass as he
gave his edict. He knew her body well.

He lifted her leg, and placed it over his and the angle gave
her that much more of his cock to work with.

Damn.

And he expected her not to come?

She was on fire. She could feel the orgasm building and
didn’t know how long she’d be able to keep accepting his tight thrusts without
coming soon.

He felt so good, deep inside her ass, that she could barely
think
much less talk. She accepted his short controlled thrusts, the way he kept
working her clit and forced the words out of her mouth.

“It’s what I want too,” she said in total breathlessness and
then had to pause.

As soon as she started speaking, he picked up the pace of
his strokes and although he was careful, they became stronger and Liza closed
her eyes tight and squeezed the inner muscles of her vagina to stop herself
from coming.

“Keep talking, baby, don’t stop.” He lifted her ass higher
and really started doing her. Doing her just the way she liked.

Shit.

“Okay, I’ll try,” she murmured in the quiet of the room. Her
hands tightened on his forearms as she tried to concentrate. To allow herself
to talk about her past, while he had her open like this.

Open and vulnerable.

“I want the same thing Greg. I want to feel free to, uhh…be
myself with you. Not ashamed,” she barely got the words out.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of anything with me, don’t you
know that?” he asked her right before he pulled out of her.

She felt bereft when he suddenly withdrew from her and
lifted her to her knees, and spread them far apart.

In less than five seconds he’d repositioned her body directly
in front of his and blanketed her from the back, before he eased his penis back
inside.

She exhaled on one…long…hiss.

There was no more talking as he pumped her ass from the
back, relentlessly shoving his thick organ in and out of her. He pulled her by
the back of her head so that she was forced to look into his face.

There was a mingled look of concentration, lust, love and
anger etched deeply on his face, as his balls slapped against the back of her
vagina with each driving thrust of his cock in her ass. He played with her clit
the entire time and before long she felt her body begin to prepare, her pussy
quivering around his fingers, the orgasm within reach.

“Greg! Oh baby, I’m coming, I can’t hold back!” she cried
and arched her back and writhed against him, screaming in sensual torture as
the orgasm again hovered within her reach.

“Don’t,” he whispered and slipped out of her.

“Noooo!” Liza barely refrained from howling. She wanted to
snatch his damn heart out for doing this to her. Building her up and not
allowing her to come. Again.

“Turn over Liza, lie down and spread your legs,” he demanded
and although his tone was harsh, the look in his eyes and the way his hands
trembled just slightly, let her know that he was just as affected as she.

She eased her body on the bed and turned over as he
instructed. Without taking her eyes from his she lifted her legs, planted her
feet flat on the mattress and spread her legs wide apart.

Despite her sensual frustration, she smiled when she saw the
way his eyes trained on her vagina, the way his nostrils flared as he inhaled,
the mingled scent of their sex was strong and heady in the room.

Her gaze then followed his hands as he pulled the condom
from his cock, and tossed it aside. He smiled that sexy grin of his and her
heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t through with her, and her heart beat heavily in
her chest when he adjusted her body to his liking against the pillows.

Greg took her face between his hands and slowly kissed her,
planting small adoring, nibbling kisses all over her beautiful face. “God,
baby, I love you,” he said and moved down her body.

“I love you too, Greg,” she whispered back as he licked his
way down her face and throat and continued down her body. He stopped along the
trail and took one of her small, plump breasts into his mouth and swirled his
tongue around the nipple.

“When you were growing up did the other kids make fun of
you? You went to that private school didn’t you?” he asked, and looked into her
face and saw the way her eyes were semi-glazed from his ministrations. But the
minute he asked the question, she lost some of the sensual glow and he felt her
body tense.

“It’s okay, Li. There’s just the two of us, in this room,
making love. There’s no one but us. Talk to me.” He returned to lapping her
nipple before he licked a trail across her chest and gave the other breast the
same careful attention that he’d given the first.

He smiled around her nipple when she hesitantly spoke.

“Yes. They made fun,” she spoke hoarsely in the dark.

He encouraged her to continue by lapping at her breast as
his hand traveled down her smooth body and tangled in her pussy. He lightly
toyed with her. He didn’t want her to come. But he knew that she was so damn
close from his playing with her, that she’d come soon with or without his
assent.

He felt her heart thud in her chest and sighed with relief
when she spoke again.

“It hurt like hell. My uniforms were donated to me and we
used to wear these white shirts with them. My shirts were so old that they tore
easily, especially under the arms. My mother rarely did anything about it. She
wouldn’t even patch them up and I was always so embarrassed going to school.
Eventually I learned to sew and patched them by myself.”

Greg forced himself to continue to lave and stroke her, when
inside his heart ached at the thought of how humiliated she must have felt.

He lifted his head from her breasts and saw the hurt mingled
in with her arousal. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Li. That had to be
rough.” When she smiled his heart ached again as he thought of her as a child
hurting and being made fun of.

He wanted to make up for the long ago insults but knew that
he couldn’t. The most he could do was try his best to take care of her in every
way he knew how. And right now his woman needed him to fully take care of her
needs.

He moved up her body, pausing to take a nip here, plant a
caress there, before he pushed her legs farther apart. He brought her hips to
the edge of the bed, and entered her with one long hard plunge of his cock. As
soon as he’d filled her to the brim he felt her pussy as it tightened around
his erection and within seconds she came.

Her body jerked and spasmed around his length, but he didn’t
stop pumping into her.

He kept digging into her, the feel of her warm, wet pussy on
his bared cock felt so good, he had to grit his teeth in his effort not to
come. He slammed into her over and over again and took her mouth with his and
kissed her with all the pent-up emotion he had for her.

“Don’t close your eyes, Liza. I want to see you come again,”
he said, breathing heavily as he broke away from her mouth. No sooner had he
uttered the words than he felt her orgasm erupt which triggered his.

Although he reared away from her as he roared his release,
pumping her slight frame so hard the entire bed shook, as though they were in
the middle of an earthquake, he refused to give up eye contact with her, and
forced her to look at him by gently, but firmly, holding both sides of her face
with his warm palms.

When her hoarse cries echoed his, he emptied deep inside of
her, his hands left her face and clamped tightly on her slender hips as he
came.

“We never did finish our talk, Greg,” she said, eyes now
closed.

“I’m listening,” he said, and placed her in front of his
body. He lightly began to play with her pussy as he spoke.

It felt so good, that for a minute, Liza lost her train of
thought as she unconsciously moved her hips in time to the hand on her mound.
With determination she started to speak, opening up to him about how it felt to
grow up poor and to be teased continually. How she’d learned quickly to put on
a “game face” so she wouldn’t be bullied and ridiculed. How she’d played the
role of tough girl in order to survive.

“It was the only way I could think of to protect myself. I
struck out before anyone could strike me,” she admitted and the long ago hurts
were still reflected in her voice.

Greg had listened to her as she opened her heart up and
although his hands were still buried in her mound, he had stilled his movements
as she recounted her life story to him. He felt humbled that she’d shared it
with him.

That she finally trusted him enough to bare her soul.

“As for my mother? I really am sorry that I never really
told you about our strange relationship. I didn’t know how to tell you. I
didn’t…I don’t…understand my need to have her approval, to allow her to treat
me the way that she does in order to have her stay in my life.”

“It’s understandable, Liza. We all want the approval of our
parents, to a degree. We never outgrow the need to please, I don’t think that
we ever do,” he said and wrapped his arms around her. For long moments they lay
like that. His arms wrapped around her, his head lying on top of her head.

Eventually she squirmed around to look at him. “Well?”

He smiled down at her. “Well, what?” he said and laughed
when she poked him.

“Well…don’t you have anything to say to that?” she asked and
turned back around.

He rested his head on top of hers and answered, “I think
that you’re an amazing woman Liza, and the fact that you grew up the way that
you did, living the life you had to lead, you flourished. What you see as
hiding behind a shield, I see as a wonderful God-given ability to adapt.”

When she didn’t say anything, just snuggled deeper into his
embrace, he continued. “And I also think you should share your ability, your
talent with making the best of tough situations with other young girls.” He
voiced out loud an idea that he’d had the moment she started sharing with him
her life story.

“Oh, you do? And how would you suggest I do that?” He heard
just the smallest bit of challenge in her voice.

Good.

That meant she was listening.

“You mentioned spending time at Girls Unlimited, the
recreation center, a lot as a young girl. Have you ever thought about
volunteering some of your time there? I bet they’d love to have you.”

“Hmmm.”

“It’s just a thought, but I bet you’d have a wonderful time
mentoring a young girl. You have your degree in social work. Maybe someone like
you would make a difference for some young girl.” He could tell the idea
intrigued her and smiled in the dark.