The Secret Obsession of the CEO
Chapter 89: Just One Is Enough

Chapter 89: Just One Is Enough

"I won’t be able to last more than three minutes, sweetie pie," Liam bit her neck as he moved his waist over hers.

"Oh, come on!" Rory grabbed his round-backside. She could feel his "excitement" on her and that turned her on. She wanted him to proceed with confidence. "That happened only once before..."

"And it is going to repeat..." he hissed. "I’ve missed you so much."

"Oh?" Rory’s very much loved his words and she felt a fuzzy feeling in her heart."Is it because I am-my p*ssy- is that good?"

"It is." Liam went along with her. Seeing the twinkle in her eyes and the want in her body, he got more turned on. He wanted to tease her more. "It used to be so tight and... " Liam clenched his jaws and kissed her. "Let me check now..." Without any hesitation, he slipped down. Holding her knees, he spread her legs and pulled down her panties to have a look.

"Fizzy!" she grabbed a bunch of his hair. She did not expect that he would do this suddenly. "Come on, just put it in..."

"Mmm..." he hummed as if he was savoring his favorite ice cream. "It’s very untamed down there..." he peeked out from between her legs. With a smirk, he wriggled his brows. "That bush needs watering, right?"

"Ugh! For f*’ck’s sake, Fizzy! Why don’t you~"

Her words were swallowed as his tongue ran between her lobes teasing the sensitive nub there. Her back arched and her toes curved just by a single touch.

"Mmm, You’re wet already," he observed but his tongue didn’t stop moving. As his fingers joined in the action, she shuddered in pleasure.

"Just put it in, f*cktard!" Rory cussed.

She didn’t want to be teased anymore and just wanted him inside her. She missed him for ages and she didn’t want to waste any more time.

Liam’s lips curved seeing his enthusiastic wife. She is the same as always. He was worried after seeing what he saw the last time he peeked there. Seriously! He was disgusted seeing the "crowning" or whatever.

Men have no place in the labor room, certainly, they do not need to be available for the lower half of their wife’s body during labor. A lot of sinister business that would scar a man for the rest of his life goes on there. He would have been better without seeing what he saw that day.

But now it looked normal... Like it used to, minus the hair.

"They didn’t cut you?" he asked getting on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He couldn’t see any scar there. "They took big scissors talking about making a~"

"No, there was no need for...Oh, Fizzy! Is that why you fainted?" she giggled.

"Oh, shut up!" he shut her down with his kisses and entered her.

Rory got immersed in the rising feeling of pleasure. Her fingers gently caressed his hair and he looked right into her eyes as he moved inside her.

"Were you scared for me, Fizzy?" she asked, lifting her head to reach his lips. Did he faint after seeing the scissors?

He kissed her passionately, and in that kiss, she got the answer to her question. His hand reached for her chest to tease her.

"No, Fizzy. NOt there..." she stopped him. "I’m sore..."

"Ah..." he sighed and his hot breath made her warm. "I know the other spots..."

He lived up to his words and his gentle fingers and velvety tongue tuned her up in all the right spots as his hot and thick member sank inside her making her lose herself.

"I missed you so much, Fizzy," Rory wrapped around him with her legs.

"No, don’t," Liam tried to pull back. But Rory did not let go.

"Ah... this smell..." she sniffed behind his ears and kissed the sweat rolling down near his ear. "You’re the best, Fitzwilliam... You always know what to do to make me..."

She couldn’t speak more as she moaned, reaching her peak. she could feel him pulsating inside her and that was followed by a hot feeling inside her. With his heart pounding and his face dripping with sweat, he plopped on her chest. His chest heaved up and down and Rory took in short breaths as she supported his weight on her.

He kissed her lips and forehead before he slid down to the side. Rory smiled and turned to look at him. Every time he finishes, he doesn’t fail to kiss her.

It was little things like this that made her believe that he is in love with her. And now she has learned that her belief was not wrong.

"Love you, Fizzy," she turned and hugged him. She placed her leg in between his legs and nuzzled her head on his chest.

"Love you too, Cherry," Liam kissed her head. He smiled from his heart as he ran his fingers through her hair.

It was wonderful!

"How long did we~"

"Seven minutes," Rory answered.

"What?" Liam could not believe it. He tried hard to hold back from finishing. He thought it would be at least twenty minutes. But seven?

"How can it be?"

"It is what it is," Rory shrugged. "It is way better than 3 minutes, right?"

She did not mind it but for some reason, this guy cares about it-no- he obsesses over it.

"DO you not care, Cherry," he nibbled on her ear. "Then why do you always note the time?"

"It’s just has become a habit of mine. You were the one who started it, remember?" Rory kissed his chin.

Their first time happened when both of them were tipsy. She didn’t think it lasted long as any first time would be. It was his first time too. Her fault was that she was honest about it and told him the truth when he asked about how their first time was.

From then on, this guy had taken it as a challenge. He would ask her to note the time and he would count the times she moaned, screamed, and reached the peak.

They would banter like old couples blaming and praising each other.

Well, she always found his counts were exaggerated and would try to count herself. But she never succeeded as she always loses herself in his embrace. He took it as an advantage. All those count... It was a nice distraction from talking about their true feelings.

Ah... the times they tried to "repeat" what they did just some minutes ago just to have a proper count... Those days were pretty wild. Unless they had an assignment to submit, or exams, they spent most of their time on the bed, counting.

But they don’t have to keep up with counting anymore, right?

"Maybe we should try not to~"

"Twice," Liam interjected her. "You came twice and although you tried not to scream, you~"

"Thrice," Rory interjected him. "I came thrice, old man," she bopped his nose and turned to her side.

"Really?" Liam almost screamed. "Cherry, look at me!" he pulled her arm to make her look at him. But she didn’t turn.

"When? The first time was when..."

He kept on talking. Rory held back her smile. She just wanted to let him add one more to his counts. He was trying to get her to look at him and she pulled his hand to rest on his arm. She looked at Ellie and she was sleeping.

"...that was the second time... In between that, when did you... And who are you calling an old man? We are the same age!..."

Liam was still focused on it and kept on bantering.

"I need a morning after pill, Fizzy. Get it from the store," she interjected his banter.

He fell dead silent and Rory turned to face him. "What’s with that look? You weren’t wearing a condom."

He gently ran his finger over her hand. "Cherry, do you not want another baby?" he asked after much deliberation.

"No," Rory answered immediately. It was something she thought about a lot. "We have Ellie and she is enough for us."

"Why?" he asked disappointed. "I want a son!"

"A son?" Rory looked at him. She didn’t peg him for someone who wants a son. But then again, they never talked about these things in the past.

"...or a daughter. It doesn’t matter. Ellie needs a sibling." he said. "Have you ever missed not having a sibling?"

"Well..." Rory thought about it. There were days when she wondered if she would have been less lonely after her parents’ death if she had a sibling.

But she always concluded that a sibling would have hindered her prospect of finding a home to live in after her parent’s death. If her relatives were that hesitant to take her in, how much would they have been hesitant had she had a sibling?

"No. I never wanted to share my dad! I didn’t even like sharing my dad with my mum. I surely was adamant about it. Maybe that’s why my parents stopped with one?" she shrugged.

"You didn’t like sharing your dad with your mum? He was her husband!" Liam chuckled. "I didn’t know you were a total daddy’s girl..."

"I was..." Rory was not very ashamed of it. "And yet, Fizzy, you’re the one with Oedipus Complex," she bopped his nose.

"Me?" he squinted his eyes. "Why is everyone saying that? You look nothing like my mother!" he turned his face.