phone number too. When I told her I didn’t have one she looked at
me like I was crazy. She told me she would be traveling back to
London soon, and hoped to see me again. After a while I was tired. I
walked up to Liam who was standing at the bar talking with another
business associate, and wrapped my arms around his waist and put
my cheek to his back. His hands covered mine.
“I think my girl is getting tired, I need to get her home.” He
turned to me, and I leaned back to look at him. “Are you ready to go
home?” he asked. I nodded. I liked hearing him call me his girl and
saying home like it was ours together.
I took off my shoes and pulled the pins out of my hair, while
Liam started a fire in the fireplace in the study. It was August but it
still felt nice. I put the pins on his desk, and walked to him.
“I had a really good time tonight, despite being called a
whore. I’m glad you asked me to go with you,” I stopped just in front
of him.
“Please don’t remind me. And I hope you don’t think that I
think that way of you.” He paused. “I have something for you,” he
said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small little black
velvet bag. “Today, you have been with me for three months, did
you know that?” I shook my head. “This is just a small gift for you,”
he pulled me closer and kissed my lips. I grabbed his shirt and kissed
him back. “Open it,” he commanded. I pulled the top apart and
poured the contents in my hand. It was a sterling silver bracelet with
a little butterfly charm. The wings were covered in little diamonds.
“It looks like my tattoo,” I laughed and touched behind my
ear.
“Do you like it?” he asked. I nodded and gestured for him to
put it on me.
“I love it.” He was always giving me things, and I had nothing
to give him.
“Someday you’ll have to tell me the story behind that tattoo,
it is my favorite place to kiss,” he laughed and put the bracelet on
me. I frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t have anything to give you,” I said. He touched my
shoulders and made me look in his eyes.
“You have given me more than you know,” he kissed me
again. Then it occurred to me what I could give him. Something I had
never given another man…..me. I swallowed hard and took a deep
breath.
“I can think of one thing I can give you,” I leaned forward and
kissed him again. I pressed my tongue on his lips and he opened his
mouth to me. His hands moved to the back of my head, and I moved
my hands to his chest. He pulled us apart and pressed our foreheads
together. “Are you sure, Norah? I want you to be sure?” he asked. I
pulled away from him, and stepped back. I pulled my zipper down,
and turned my back to him. I could feel his eyes on my back as the
dress dropped to the floor. I stepped out of it, and picked it up,
laying it over the chair. I turned back to face him, and unbuckled my
bra and slowly pulled it from my chest. I laid it too, over the dress,
then walked to him. I was feeling very confident and sure of myself. I
put my hands under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders.
I started unbuttoning his shirt and pushed that off him too
then I ran my hands over his chest. I turned away to lay his clothes
over my dress and he pulled me to him. His hands covered my
breasts and his mouth was on my neck. He took the clothes from my
hands and threw them over near the chair then turned me to him
and kissed my mouth, traveling down my neck. He lowered himself
to his knees and slowly pulled my underwear off. He ran his hand
over my sex, and parted my legs. I knelt down in front of him, and he
pulled me until I was under him. He kissed every inch of my body. He
took in one nipple and I arched my back. I could hear him unzipping
his pants as he moved to the other nipple. His mouth traveled down
to my side and across my stomach. He knelt between my legs and I
heard him ripping open a condom. He pushed his pants off the rest
of the way and covered me. I could feel his tip at my entrance. He
locked his eyes on mine.
“Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want,” he asked.
I couldn’t believe this was the same man who had slapped me for
telling him I wasn’t an idiot.
“No, I want this, Liam. I want you.” I pulled him down on me
and he explored my mouth with his tongue.
“This is gonna hurt a little, you know that right? There’s
nothing I can do about it.” I nodded. “Are you ready?” I nodded
again. He leaned back on his heels, kneeling between my legs.
He grabbed my hips, and pulled me closer to him. I could feel him
entering my body. I leaned up my elbows to watch him. He pushed a
little further and I could feel some resistance from my body,
something stopping him. “Relax, Norah, please.” I tried to relax, but
this wasn’t the best feeling in the world, and it was starting to burn a
little. He pushed a little further, and I pressed my lips together so I
wouldn’t tell him to stop. “You’re so tight, take a deep breath.” I did,
and he pressed himself in the rest of the way. He leaned forward,
resting one hand on the floor beside my hip, the other still firmly
grasping my hip. He kissed me softly, but didn’t move his body. “Are
you okay?” He kissed me again. “Talk to me,” he kissed me again.
“It hurts a little, but I’m okay.” It hurt a lot but I tried to block
it out.
I reached out and touched his chest, and ran my hand down
to his hip. “I like being this close to you.” I put my hand on his butt
and pulled him closer.
“I’m gonna move now.” He kept kissing me. I loved the
closeness. I didn’t feel exposed, but open to him. I wanted him to
see me, to feel me, and I wanted to feel him. I nodded, and he
started to move his hips. He leaned me down so he was over me. He
pushed my hair back and kissed my chest and neck. His hips moved
at a slow rhythm. It felt weird at first, and a very painful. But then my
mind focused on him. He looked at me with warm eyes, like he was
showing me his soul. I could hear him groaning and whispering little
things in my ear. I closed my eyes and felt his hands move down my
body. One of them came between us and touched my sex. He leaned
away a little, looked down between us. We both watched as he
moved in and out of me. His hand rubbed my sex, and I started to
feel my orgasm building in my stomach. I touched his face and
brought him closer to me. I moved my hips up to meet him, and he
looked back up at me. “That’s it, baby. Feel me. I’m right here.”
His hand rubbed my clit and I moved my hips faster, bending
my knees, so I could push myself to meet his thrusts. I put my arms
around his neck, and kissed him. We looked in each other’s eyes like
we were really seeing each other for the first time. He ran his nose
up and down face and kissed me like he couldn’t get enough. I felt
his hand on my leg pulling it up, opening me more to him, and
feeling him deeper inside me. He leaned back on his knees and
straightened my legs, putting my ankles on his shoulders. He thrust
over and over, griping my hip. “Are you ready to come?” I leaned up
wanting to feel closer to him and hummed a yes. He pulled out of me
and then pulled me to my knees. He pressed our bodies together
and kissed me hard and fast. Then he turned me around and bent
me forward. His hand met my clit and he entered me again. His other
hand griped my hip and he started moving me up and down on him.
It felt so good I took over and he let me. “Fuck, you feel so good,
baby,” he panted as he ran his hands over my body, palming my
breasts and kissing my neck. “Come for me, Norah. Come for me,
baby.” I arched my back and let out a deep moan. He kissed my neck
and shoulders as I rode the wave of my orgasm.
His movements got faster, and faster, and faster. He leaned
us forward then he let out a deep moan and said “Sweet Norah”
over and over. He released his weight on me and we laid together
and panted. After a few moments, he leaned up and looked at me.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked. He moved off of me, and that was when I
felt the most pain. I made a painful face. “I’m sorry,” he kissed me
again. He moved beside me, and ran his hands down my body.
“Was that right?” I asked. I knew Liam was experienced in a
different world of sex. He knew things I had never imagined. Sex for
him was probably a production of toys, even exchanges of pleasure
and pain, and extras I couldn’t even think of. This was probably the
worst sex he had ever had. He smiled and laughed a little.
“Was that right? Is there even a question?” He kissed me
shoulder. I lowered my eyes, rolled to my back and then looked over
to the fire. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you, seriously?” he
touched my chin to make me look at him.
“I just wanted it to be right for you. I know I’m not what your
use to,” I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. “Did I please
you? Because I know I can get better?” He leaned in and kissed me.
He pulled me to a kneeling position and hugged me to his
body, then grabbed a blanket from the chair behind him and
wrapped us both in it. He made me look at him again.
“You’re right, Norah. You are nothing like I am use to,” I
lowered my eyes, exhaled and then took another breath. “You are so
much better.” I looked up at him. “I’ve never felt a connection like
what we just had here. I’ve never had a woman give herself to me
the way you did. You pleased me. You pleased me very much.” He
took my hand and kissed it. “Look at me, Norah.” I looked up at him
again. “Don’t ever doubt yourself, little one. You’re very sexy, and so
desirable.” He kissed me again. “Look at me, I’m getting hard again.
You’re so fucking hot. I knew when we started this, I wouldn’t be
able to get enough.” He put his hand on the back of my head, and
kissed me hard. “Was it good for you is the real question?” he asked.
“Yes, I love being close to you. I can’t wait until we can do it
again.”
I decided to be a little brave, and moved my body until I was
straddling him. He leaned back against the chair and stretched out
his legs.
“Well I think that can be arranged,” he breathed then he
kissed my neck, and moved his hand to the drawer of the table. He
pulled out another condom and quickly put it on. I raised and
lowered myself on top of him. I sucked in my breath because I was
still very sore.
“You probably should have done that a little slower,” he
smiled. His hands rested on my hips. I started to move up and down.
He leaned his head back and grabbed my butt with both hands. I
could feel him helping me move. “That’s it, Norah. Yes, baby. You
know what to do.” I arched my back and leaned my head back. I
closed my eyes and just moved with the pleasure beneath me. My
hips rolled against him, and I could feel him thrusting inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he panted. He moved my head to
look at him.
“Do you feel that, Norah? You’re mine, baby. You belong to
me.” He grabbed the back of my head and rolled so he was on top
again. He thrusts became harder, more desperate and slightly
painful. His hands moved against my breasts and then down to my
butt pressing me against him. “Liam,” I was so close. He moved
faster, and faster. I started breathing through my mouth. “I’m
coming, I’m coming.” I couldn’t stop myself from talking. It was like
someone else was talking for me.
“That’s it baby, come for me. I’m gonna come in you.” He
moved faster. He leaned back and grasped my hips bringing me to
him. I leaned on my elbows and watched him come. He slowed his
movements, and then pulled me to him. Once again I was on top,
straddling him. He held me tight and pressed his head in my chest. I
held the back of his head. “You’re mine, Norah.”
“Yes, I’m yours,” I panted.
I stood with the blanket wrapped around me while Liam
gathered our things, then we walked to his room.
“Stay with me tonight,” he said. We laid in each other’s arms,
and quietly fell asleep. I was so tired I didn’t even look around his
