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She tightens her arms around his waist as the bike speeds up, presses her face into his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles shifting as he changes gear. At a stop light, he puts his feet down and puts one hand over hers on his stomach, then turns his head to smirk at her. She smiles back at him, proud to be riding on the back of his motorcycle. It's become a common occurrence, him taking her home at the end of the day. Lauren and Andy smirk and tease when he pulls up outside her trailer and she hops on without a word but she doesn't care. This is her favorite part of the day.
"You coming in?" she asks as he comes to a stop outside her apartment complex.
"Yeah," he says. He always does.
At first, he'd just walk her to her door. Then, he started to kiss her cheek as he said goodnight, then her lips. Small pecks she felt all the way to her toes. Now he comes in, lets her make him a cup of coffee, and waits for her to join him on the couch. She sits close, letting her entire side press against him, letting his arm wrap around her shoulder. Sometimes they watch TV but mostly they just talk. She felt like he knew her better than anyone by now. He's even shared sordid stories from his past, swearing her to secrecy.
His attention was flattering to say the least. She was under no illusions, she knows she isn't the most beautiful or has the best body. So she wonders sometimes why he chooses to spend his nights with her when he can have anyone. She tries to tell herself that they're just friends, that she shouldn't let herself fall for him. But looking at his handsome face and piercing blue eyes, she knows she has and hard.
Tonight, though, tonight is different. There's something else in those blue eyes when he looks at her, something mischievous.
She's in the kitchen, stirring the proper amount of sugar into his coffee, when she feels him come up behind her and wrap his arms around her tiny waist. She smiles and leans her head back against his shoulder. Then she feels his lips run up her neck and his arms tighten. The spoon clatters onto the counter as she drops it to bring her hands up to his neck, holding him in place.
She's shocked by his brazen actions and incredibly turned on at the same time. She's hoped for this but the reality is almost more than she could handle. He smells so good and his strong chest pressed up against her delicate back makes her feel like she is at his mercy. A soft moan escapes her mouth as he replaces his lips with his tongue, trailing it from her pulse point to her ear.
"Nor-man," her voices hitches, breathy and low and she barely recognizes it as her own. He takes this as the encouragement that she meant it to be and quickly spins her around before slamming his mouth down on hers.
She's never been kissed so thoroughly before. His tongue sweeps into her mouth and she tries her best to keep up but he's making her head spin and knees buckle. He is ridiculously too good at this. He tastes of smoke and a hint of spice.
He pulls back but only to resume his worship of her neck. She knows she panting, she can hear her heartbeat and feels that pull low in her belly, feels her underwear dampen.
"Emmy," he whispers, "is this okay?"
She can only nod enthusiastically. He fits his lips against his again, stealing the breath from her lungs and part of her soul. His hands slid down over her ribs, her hips, gripping her bottom and hoisting her up. She wraps her long legs around his waist as he begins to walk back to her bedroom.
He gently lays her down and covers her body with his. He feels so large on top of her but it makes her feel safe. His forearms are on either side head, his strong hands cradling her head, holding in place for his plundering. But then his hands are wandering her body, burning her skin, branding her as his. She can't help but run her hands under his shirt to feel the warm flesh of his back. His mouth never leaves hers, his tongue exploring, his hands coming up to cup her small breasts through her shirt. She hears herself moan and her nipples harden immediately under his master strokes.
He pulls back abruptly, whipping his own shirt over his head. She only has a few brief seconds to appreciate the view before he's pulling her own shirt up and off. She immediately feels inadequate and her arms come up involuntarily to cover her breasts.
"Don't," he says, pulling her arms away, "you're beautiful." He knows her insecurities and knows exactly how to put her at ease. He wastes little time, his tongue circling her nipple, then sucking it fully into his mouth. She weaves her fingers into his long hair to keep him there, arching her back when he bites softly. She can feel his hardness against her hip as he grinds down against her, he pays equal attention to her other breast before slipping lower, dipping his tongue into her belly button.
He stands again and stares down at her, his eyes drinking her in and instead of making her self conscious, it makes her feel wanted and sexy. Things seem to speed up all of a sudden as he's pulling her pants off leaving her in just a tiny scrap of lace. She sits up, kissing his stomach and pulling his belt loose, his zipper down, letting his pants fall, then pushing his boxers down too. His large hard member springs into her hands. He's huge and she's suddenly very nervous. She glances up at him shyly.
"What?" he asks.
"You're big," she answers, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"Isn't that a good thing?" he smirks.
"Yes," she hesitates, "it's just been a while for me..."
"We'll go slow," he cuts her off and cups her cheek, "we'll go slow all night long if you want."
She feels everything inside her tighten in response to his words, feels the answering flood between her legs. She's never wanted anyone the way she wants him. There is a small voice in her head that tells her he'll be able to fill her the way no man ever has or ever will. The knowledge makes her bold. She wraps her tiny hand around him, sliding it down and back up adding slightly more pressure with each pass until he's throwing his head back and letting his eyes drift shut. She's never felt so powerful.
"Fuck," he groans, pushing her back down on the bed and pulling her underwear off.
Everything seems to slow down again, she feels him part her thighs and she sees him lick his lips and eye her like prey. Then it all speeds back up again and before she can process his intent, his tongue is delving between her folds making her cry out loudly.
"Oooh," she whimpers, wiggling uncontrollably again him. His hand comes up to her stomach, pushing back down, holding her still.
"Don't move," he orders, "I'm gonna make you come on my tongue."
She has no choice but to obey because he's sucking her clit into his mouth and slipping a finger inside of her, curling it up, seeking that spot that'll make her scream and see stars. Her eyes roll back and her head falls back, one hand in his hair, pulling, one hand gripping the sheets. It's too good, he's too good at it, and within minutes she finds her release. She does exactly what he said, comes hard on his tongue, chanting his name.
He pulls back, a self satisfied grin on his gorgeous face, he makes a show of licking her juices off his lips before sticking his fingers in his mouth, sucking them.
"God, you taste even better than I thought you would," he says.
Something inside her snaps at his words, she simply can't wait anymore. She pulls him up roughly, kissing him with everything she has, trying to convey how he makes her feel and how much she wants him. She can taste a trace of herself in his tongue and she moans.
"Please Norman, now," she begs.
"Slow remember?" he teases before trying to pull back.
"No," she panics and clutches him tighter.
"Condom," he mumbles.
"I'm on the pill," she says, "please, I need to feel you.
He doesn't question her. He locks eyes with her and slowly begins to enter her. He feels impossibly large inside her. It takes a few patient, shallow thrusts before he's buried fully inside her. He pauses, letting her small body adjust around him. It feels amazing, the sweet pressure, the velvet hardness filling every available space inside it. She takes a moment to just process what is happening. He's inside her, making love to her. Her.
"Emmy," he pants out, "I have to move."
"Yes, please."
She kisses him, feeding him her tongue, tangling it with his as his hips pulls back slightly before pushing back in. She wraps her legs back around him, arching up to meet every thrust. Her hands curl around the chiseled biceps beside her head. She can feel a fine trembling in them and she knows he's trying desperately to hold back, he doesn't want to hurt her. It only makes her love him more. He's moving in and put of her with ease now.
"Norman," his name tumbles from her lips, "more."
He growls and complies, moving her legs higher up around his ribs, changing the angle, hitting deeper. He laces his fingers with hers, bringing their hands above their heads. His full weight is on top of her, she can do little in this position but let him take her, but it seems to be what they both need. He hasn't stopped kissing her.
"You're so tight," he whispers in her ear, "you feel so fucking good, baby."
She can't help but cry out at his words, she can tell she's going to come soon but she doesn't want him to stop. Ever.
"I've wanted you like this for so long," he continues, "underneath me. You're all I can fucking think about."
"Norman," she's sobbing now. His words and his perfect rhythm have her about to explode. "Don't stop, please don't ever stop."
He growls again and picks up the pace. He releases her hands so he can tangle one of his in her hair and one slides down, over her throat, collarbone, breast, ribs, waist and hip before stopping on her ass and squeezing. He buries his face in her neck. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, down his back, landing on his firm behind.
It's all becoming too much, it's coming, she's coming before she even realizes it, screaming his name. Her orgasm is hard and long, but he keeps up his pace, hitting her even harder now than before, but it's not rough, he's still making love to her, she just never knew it could be so intense. She squeezes her inner muscles around him, desperate to make him feel as good as he is making her feel.
"I want to feel you come inside me," she says, tapping into some brave place she didn't know she had.
She feels his rhythm falter, feels his strokes become wild at her words before he stiffens and starts to come.
"Emily, fuck, Emily!"
The sound of her full name and the feel of his release shooting deep inside her causes another small orgasm to wrack her body. She's left a boneless mass under him, she feels weightless and thoroughly spent. When she opens her eyes, he's staring down at her with at look of wonder, then he's cupping her chin and kissing her. It's slow and languid and perfect. There's so much she wants to say to him, like how amazing that was and how much she loves him but for some reason her lips and tongue won't form the words.
He rolls off her, but immediately pulls her close, wrapping both arms around her and letting their legs tangle with each other and the sheets. She lays her head on his chest, right next to his tattoo and basks in the sense of how right it feels to have him in her bed. Before she can stop it, a yawn escapes.
"Sorry," she giggles.
"It's okay, go to sleep," he says, "I'll be here when you wake up."