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  Liza had made her way into his thoughts the entire day and he’d thought long and hard on their situation. After seven years of marriage, she owed him the truth. He wanted to finally get to know his wife. No pretenses, no facades, no pretending that her past meant nothing to her.

  It shaped her into the woman she was today. A strong, independent woman who had so much to give that it pissed him off that she didn’t see it. It pissed him off that she was ashamed of her life growing up.

  As though she had anything to be embarrassed of.

  In the entire time of their marriage, she’d talked about her life as a child and teenager less than a handful of times. He felt as though he were missing out on something precious. That she had dimensions and facets to her that she denied him the pleasure of knowing.

  He loved her. He wanted it all. Or nothing at all.

  He decided without realizing it that he was greedy and Liza needed to make a decision. Either she opened up to him, completely opened up, or he wasn’t sure if their marriage would stand the true test of time.

  It was a sobering thought.

  He watched as she hesitantly gazed at him with those deep brown eyes of hers that turned his insides upside down. She bit her sexy bottom lip as she eased her hand down her body slowly past her tiny perfect little globes, down her flat belly, before she moved the scrap of material aside.

  They’d been intimate for over seven years but it was as though this was the first time he’d seen her. This shy, hesitant Liza who was uncertain. He waited to see if she’d have the nerve to do as he demanded. To masturbate in front of him.

  After easing the material away, she stroked one finger over her clit. “Spread your pussy lips for me. I want to see you.” She then took two fingers and spread herself wide and with the other, she worked the small nubbin.

  But that wasn’t enough. He wanted her to fully engage in giving herself pleasure. He had one more demand.

  “Play with your tits with the other hand. While you play with your pussy, I want to see you play with your nipples, baby,” he demanded, just as she’d eased one finger into her vagina.

  She said nothing to the added demand, simply complied and eased the strap from the tiny teddy down her arm and he gazed with restless eyes at the way her small breasts rose and pushed against each other. Her pretty brown nipples stood erect and ready.

  With hesitant hands, she slid her hand up her arm and lightly cupped one of her breast. He loved the way her breath caught and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she continued to finger her pussy in orchestrated rhythm with her other hand pinching and pulling on her taut nipples.

  She closed her eyes briefly and he sharply called out, “No. Open your eyes and look at me. Don’t look away,” he demanded hoarsely as he stroked his cock, nearly out of his mind with his need to throw her on the floor and do her.

  She gave him a small smile and did as she was told.

  Greg knew that she liked when he gave her instruction. It turned her on.

  As she continued to rub her pussy and stroke her breast, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold off jumping her. He didn’t want to bring himself to orgasm, so he kept his strokes slow and methodical.

  He intended for her to do that for him. She’d be the one to bring him to orgasm.

  “Liza, do you know how much I love you, baby?” he asked her quietly, and he saw her slow her movements. “No. Don’t stop. Keep going. I just want to talk to you while I watch. Is that okay?”

  She licked her bottom lip and answered in a voice heavy with arousal, “Yes, Greg, that’s okay,” and began to close her eyes before remembering his edict to keep them open.

  “Good. Keep on fingering yourself, baby. When I first met you I knew you were the one for me, did you know that?” He slowly rose from his chair as he asked the question and saw the way she squirmed on the corner of the desk.

  “No,” she barely was able to get the word out.

  “I took one look at that pretty face, that long, lean body and knew I wanted you. I wanted to know everything about you.”

  Her fingers slowed their frantic rubbing over her drenching vagina. He’d walked around the desk and stood less than two feet away and leaned against the wall as he watched with hooded eyes as she was coming near to her completion.

  “I want to know it all, Liza. Everything. Not just the good, but the bad, the sad, the embarrassing. All of it,” as he spoke he walked over to her and now stood near the edge of the desk as she worked her pussy and breast, listening to what he was saying with her head hung down.

  “You’ve cheated me out of getting to know you, Liza. You’ve only shown me the part you think I want to see. You haven’t shared the important part, the one that has made you into the woman you are today.”

  He removed her hand from her breast and the other from her vagina and held them clasped together in one of his. “I want to know the whole Liza. I don’t want the skewed profile. I want the whole thing.” He pushed her down on the desk and spread her legs farther apart with his.

  “If you can’t give me all of you, do you think I should give you all of me?” he whispered close in her ear before he plunged his cock as far into her as he could reach. So far back that he felt her womb close over his tip as she screamed.

  He wasted no time saying anything else to her. For the moment.

  He cupped the back of each thigh where the tops of her boots ended and shoved her legs up and farther apart as he ground into her slick entry, grinding his teeth together at the exquisite feel of her hot cunt gripping his cock.

  “I want to know what it was like growing up in the projects, Liza. How did you feel when your parents divorced?” he asked as he pumped into her relentlessly.

  “What?” she panted as she stopped moving her hips in rhythm to his thrusts and opened her eyes wide to glare at him.

  “Don’t stop. Just answer the question or you won’t get what you want. What you need to give you relief. You want relief don’t you?” he asked. The entire time he’d been talking to her, he’d been grinding into her, lifting one leg higher than the other for a better angle to dig into her.

  “Oh heavens, Greg! Damn, that feels good,” she cried out when he shoved her knee damn near to her face.

  “Good, baby. It feels good to me too. Now answer the question so we can both keep feeling good,” he grunted as he slid his rod in and out of her swollen wet folds.

  “I hated it,” she cried out when he reached a hand down and started to toy with her engorged clit, rubbing and circling the small nub mercilessly.

  “Why?” he asked softly.

  He continued to grind into her, loving the way she tossed her head on the desk in agony, the way she kept gripping the sides of the desk and rotating her hips with his.

  He continued to make love to her but after several minutes, when she didn’t answer, he pulled out, despite her wrenching cry of disbelief and his own silent roar of agony.

  “Liza, I asked you a question!” he demanded and pulled her up to face him.

  Their breathing was labored as they stared at each other. He refused to give in. He wanted her to open up to him and he damn well would deny them both what they needed in order to break his wife down.

  He watched as her chest rose and fell, the way her small nostrils flared and her eyes squinted. She was pissed.

  Good.

  “Well?” His own breathing was labored and his cock was calling him all kinds of fool, as the only thing it wanted to do was plunge back into her welcoming warmth.

  But this was more important than his cock or its satisfaction.

  He saw the defiance steal over her beautiful face and wanted to shake the shit out of her. Damn it! What did he have to do to break through to her? What did he have to do for her to trust him?

  With a heavy heart, he realized that as stubborn as he was, Liza could be even more so. Although his heart ached and his cock even more, he shoved away from her and with unsteady hands zipped his pants.
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br />   “What? Greg you can’t do this to me!” she wailed and the grief and utter denial in her voice tugged at his heart. But no way in hell could he make love to her now. He felt as though a part of him had died when she looked him in the eye and refused to give in.

  “Why not, Liza? You can leave me high and dry, why can’t I return the favor?” he asked and turned back around to face her as he adjusted his pants.

  She looked beautiful and utterly frustrated as she lay back against his desk with her hair mussed, legs spread and the hairs from her pussy glistening from their combined fluids. He had to turn away from the sight before he lost his resolve.

  “Please. Greg, don’t leave me like this. Please,” she begged quietly.

  He turned back around and although he refused to complete the act, he couldn’t leave her in the state she was in. Not after how he’d left her earlier that morning.

  “Fine, Liza. I won’t leave you like this. If this is all you want, all that you’re willing to share, I’ll take that. Lie down,” he demanded harshly and spread her legs as far apart as they’d go, leaned down with his face less than an inch away from her quivering mound and with a long stab from his tongue, he stroked her.

  * * * *

  Liza groaned harshly at the feel of his talented tongue on her crease. He took his time as he lapped and suckled her tender swollen flesh, taking her bud between his lips and gently administering it.

  As good as it felt, she wanted…she needed more.

  She raised her body and looked down helplessly as he ate her out. “Greg baby, please. I need more. Ummm,” she grunted, squirming when he hit a particularly good spot. “Baby, as good as this feels, I need more,” she shamelessly begged.

  He raised his dark head from between her thighs and quit lapping at her to raise an eyebrow. “Then what do you have to do? What do I want to know?” he asked, nostrils flaring, looking so good to her, with her cream on his face, breathing hard that she’d say anything to get him to go back to making love to her.

  Anything…but that. She did not feel like taking a friggin’ trip down memory lane. She just wanted her husband to do her.

  She stared into his face, saying nothing; the only sound in the room was their mutual harsh breathing.

  “That’s what I thought. Lay the fuck down Li, just lie down and let me finish.”

  His anger was palpable in the still of the room and had she not been so desperate, so hungry for completion, she’d tell him to go fuck himself and go home.

  But she didn’t.

  Instead she eased back down on the desk and closed her eyes, tears falling from the corners as she accepted his oral loving.

  He widened her legs farther apart and if anything, his touch became even gentler. He separated her vaginal lips and stroked either side of her crease before sliding one of his big fingers into her entry.

  She cried out in relief.

  When he added two more fingers alongside his tongue and continued to work her over, it wasn’t long before she felt her orgasm rip through her body. She arched her body sharply away from the desk and before she knew it, she’d grabbed either side of his face and ground herself against him, bucking and screaming as she came.

  He held his face over her mound as she slowly came back down and didn’t relinquish his hold on her until she’d stopped shaking and lay limp, her body slumping over his.

  He gently pushed away from her and sat her up. He took her face between his hands and forced her to look at him. She didn’t want to see what she’d possibly glimpse in his eyes, so she tried to turn away. But he wouldn’t allow it.

  “No, look at me, Liza. I think we need to talk.”

  Liza took a deep breath before answering hoarsely, “I know, Greg. I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say,” she admitted around the sudden lump in her throat.

  “The decision is yours. I want our marriage to be strong. I want you to let me in. I can’t force you to do this, Li, it’s got to be something you allow me to do. You’ve got to trust me.”

  “I do trust you, Greg. I trust you more than anyone in this world,” she whispered.

  “It’s okay, baby. We’ll get through this,” he told her as he lowered his face to hers and kissed her with such desperation that her heart ached.

  Chapter Six

  “No, Karina, I decided not to go with the cheerleader getup. No, no it was cute. It just didn’t seem to um…fit, the situation. I thought something less…cheery was needed,” Liza told her friend as she sat propped against the silk pillowcases against the wrought iron of her headboard and painted her toenails.

  “Well darn it, Liza, I wish you would have said something! I had plans for that outfit! I would have used it myself,” Karina grumbled on the other end. “Hold on for a minute,” she said and Liza distinctly heard Cooper’s deep disgruntled voice tell Karina that he may as well take off the helmet and the pads.

  What the hell?

  As awful as she felt, she couldn’t help laughing. Karina and Cooper were out of control. Completely out of control. She didn’t even want to know what plans they’d had for the costume. She then heard Karina ask if the majorette outfit would work. Unlike the cheerleader’s outfit, it had a baton!

  Lord, have mercy.

  She decided to let her friend off the phone. It was late anyway and just because her man decided that work was more important than coming home didn’t mean she had to ruin the rest of Karina’s night.

  “Karina, I’ll let you go. I just thought I’d give you a call and let you know everything is okay,” she said and forced a cheerful note to her voice.

  She wasn’t surprised when Karina busted her out.

  “Li, don’t even try that with me.”

  Damn. At least she’d tried.

  “Okay, so tell me. What really happened?”

  “Karina, you know what? It’s late…”

  “And don’t worry about Coop. He’ll wait. This is important,” Karina interrupted, knowing Liza was two seconds away from telling her to go and take care of Cooper. Although she heard Cooper utter a foul expletive, Liza laughed and gave in and told her what happened when she showed up at Greg’s office.

  “It was just supposed to be a sexy romp. I wanted him to want me so badly that he’d say to hell with work and come home,” she admitted. The burn of embarrassment was strong even though she was only sharing with Karina.

  “What do you think this all means?” Karina asked.

  “I’m not sure what to think Kari,” she admitted on a long sigh.

  With a dexterity born of years of practice and plenty of yoga, she grabbed her foot and brought it close to her lips and gently blew her polished toes dry.

  “Wow Li, I don’t know what to say to that, girl. I mean, was he upset when you left?”

  “Yes. No. I don’t know, Karina. He said we needed to talk,” she muttered.

  “Did he say when he’d come home? I mean that was at what, three or four o’clock right? It’s nine o’clock now.”

  “Thanks for pointing that out, Karina, I had no idea,” Liza said dryly, hard put not to run barefoot over to her friends new home just blocks away from hers and flat blast her for stating the obvious.

  “Sorry,” Karina said in a contrite voice.

  She paused and Liza heard the hesitancy and knew she had something to say and didn’t know how to say it. She patiently waited for Karina to work it out.

  “Liza, can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course you may. What is it?”

  “Are you ashamed of the way we grew up? I mean, the fact that we grew up in North Stanton? Does that bother you?” she asked, referring to the neighborhood where they’d grown up together as kids.

  “I don’t know if ashamed is the word I’d use,” Liza countered hesitantly.

  “What do you call it then? You never talk about it…even with me and I was right there with you in the trenches growing up.”

  “We may have both grown up in North Stanton Kari, but even
then we were worlds apart. At least you had a stable home environment. Your gran and your mom were both there for you. You weren’t evicted from your house every other year like we were. And neither did you ever live in the projects, Kari.” Liza heard the bitterness in her voice but was hard pressed to keep it at bay as she tried her best to keep the ugly memories locked up and away.

  Where they belonged.

  This was exactly why she never revisited that awful time in her life. A time when she felt hopeless and powerless.

  “I know, sweetie. But I saw what it did to you. And I’m sorry,” Karina said in a quiet voice, all previous levity gone. “But Li, there were some good times weren’t there? Come on, girl! Remember Sister Pauline, from Amazing Grace Baptist Church? The one with the funky breath? You remember her! Somebody was always trying to offer her a stick of gum and she’d pass and say it left a bad taste in her mouth! Then they’d offer her a peppermint and she’d cuss ‘em out and say if she wanted some damn candy she’d go to the damn store and buy some!” Karina reminded her and fell out laughing.

  Liza remembered the old woman and started laughing with her also, tears flowing down her face she laughed so hard. Sister Pauline was one of the many women in the Baptist church she’d attended as a child, who was given the honorary title of Sister because of her long-standing service.

  “Karina, stop!” she cried, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths. She was afraid that if she didn’t stop laughing soon, that she’d have an asthma attack and would need a hit off her inhaler.

  “Girl, then she’d go on a rant asking why was everybody always trying to get her to chew gum? What the hell was going on? Then she’d go to church on Sunday and ‘catch’ the spirit and forget that she’d cursed folks out the previous day!”

  By the time Karina stopped talking they were laughing so hard, Liza had to force herself to take deep breaths. “Oh my god, Karina! Only you could make me laugh when I feel so miserable inside.” She calmed herself enough to say as she wiped her face with the back of her silk Kimono.

  “Aw, Li, it’ll be okay. I know it’s not easy but you’re going to have to come to some decisions. If you want your marriage to be all that it can be, you’re going to have to be upfront with your husband regarding your feelings about how you grew up. He only wants to know the complete Liza. He loves you, honey. There’s nothing wrong with a man loving his woman so much that he digs everything about her. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Don’t deny Greg the opportunity to know you from the inside out. You have to trust him and know that this won’t affect how he sees you. He loves you, Li. Just remember that, okay?”