"Are you sure this is everything?" Norma questions from the kitchen.
"I don't have much."
"I can see that," she acknowledges delightfully.
They had agreed to move Alex out of his former house and place it on the market. It was a lovely house, it really was. But it didn't serve a substantial purpose if no one was residing in the small but cozy home.
"You need more boxes?" he comes to stand behind her, enveloping his robust arms around her lean waist. Her back is pressed against his hard-rock chest, and he likes the way she starts swaying in his arms.
"I think I'm good," she assures him. Her hands were occupied coating his last plate with bubble wrap. "This is the last plate. All the drawers are empty. We just need to figure out what to do with the wine bottles."
"Okay," his lips now pressed upon the side of her neck, and she playfully pulls away from him when she feels his lips on her neck.
"I'm all sweaty," she smirks, but he pulls her back.
"No, you're not," he says and nibbles at her earlobe.
"Alex!" she exalts through a fit of giggles. The action almost causing her to drop and break the plate.
She senses his smile against her skin and feels frivolous at the whole idea that he still wants her even when she feels dirty and gross.
"I'm not doing anything," he says defensively. "I'm just kissing my wife."
"Well, don't," she grins. "We're not done here. We still have your room and the garage."
"My room is almost done," he whispers, but his hands don't stop moving. His mouth still torturing her, and his naughty hands kept going under her oversized shirt—agonizing her all the more.
"No, it's not," she tells him. "Your closet is still packed and so are your drawers."
"Fine," he sighs disappointedly, stepping away from her. She peers back at him, but he proceeds to walk down the hall without shifting back.
"Hey!" she barks with a smile on her face.
He smiles but drops his grin before entirely turning around.
"Don't be a brat," she tells him with a knowing look.
He smirks at her but continues to stroll away while still facing her. He was glad that his couch was gone and he was free to roam around his living room without bumping into anything.
"I'll be in my room," he wriggles his eyebrows at her, and she giggles.
"None of that, mister," she warns him. "We're just packing. That's it."
He stops walking and furrows his eyebrows. "That's not fair."
Norma laughs and stores the flawlessly wrapped plate inside the box. She closes it and reaches for the tape gun. "Back to work, Sheriff."
He starts walking back to her. "I need tape."
"No, you don't," she chuckles, hiding the tape gun behind her back.
He is beaming widely like a kid in a candy shop.
Alex reaches for it, scarcely. He's indulging the way she tries to hide it from him even though he's barely trying.
"There's one upstairs!" she declares with beaming teeth.
He stops fumbling around, letting her catch her breath. "I didn't see it."
"You haven't been upstairs!" she roars. "It's on top of your dresser."
Her smiling husband reaches for it again and traps her between the kitchen island and his body. "I want this one."
His statement has a double meaning, and she feels her cheeks go warm. This back and forth and his apparent want for her was stimulating her all the more.
"I..." he kisses her neck. "...want..." another kiss where her shoulder and neck meet. "...this one."
Norma chews her lip, and her eyebrows twist in satisfaction. She's trying strenuously to conceal her arousal, but her body language keeps betraying her relentlessly.
"No," she whimpers weak and throaty. She had forgotten about the tape gun, letting her fingers flicker deliberately with his thick hair.
"Please?" he requests hotly. His voice a mere whisper and stifled against her skin. He started a path of slow and wet kisses all the way up to her ear.
"We-we have to finish packing," she announces, her hushed and sexy tone doing and wanting to do the complete opposite of that.
He licks her neck, and after hearing her moan, he adds, "We'll be quick."
"We're never quick!" she hisses unexpectedly, holding back another moan as he nibbles at her sweet flesh.
He disregards her fake cries of him wanting to stop and slips both hands inside her shirt. Her skin yearning and shivering at his touch. Her breathing had changed, and Alex was able to identify it right away. He smiles and knows that she was as aroused as him.
"Do you want to stop?" he challenges, drawing back a bit to meet her eyes. His dangerous hands still immersed inside her shirt. They glide down her torso, clutching fiercely at her hips.
She takes the opportunity to clasp his neck, denouncing the distance between them and pulling him back to her once again.
"Don't you dare," she responds huskily, her hot breath roasting his wanting lips.
He grins. "I thought we needed to pack..."
"We'll be quick," she promises this time.
As if a switch has been flipped, Alex lets his hands skate down her lower body, taking a bit of a detour and gripping her thighs securely, hoisting her up on the counter in a swift movement.
Norma's little mewl of surprise attracts him. He urges her to the edge of the counter, keeping her confined to him. Her legs immediately encircling him—keeping him restrained.
Having her this way is so sexy to him. And doing it in the kitchen was a more significant turn on. It got him even more amazed the fact that it'd be the first time they do it at his place. His house where, countless of nights, he portrayed Norma exactly where she was. Doing exactly this.
"I know I'm hard to resist," Alex grumbles between kisses.
Norma snickers, the gesticulation causing them to break the kiss. "Is that so, Sheriff?"
"It's pretty obvious, Mrs. Romero."
"I guess it is," she admits huskily as her mischievous hands worked his belt.
"I know you are," he dips his head, striking and munching at her neck. He stays put as she strives to release him from his tight and hindering jeans.
Norma smiles and, defeated enough, gives his pants a sharp tug, the action causing Alex to bump upon her center and the edge of the countertop.
"Easy," he warns, loving her recklessness all the more. His mouth attacks hers, and after a few more tries, Norma disposes of his jeans, having them magically pooling immediately around his feet.
"I hate those stupid jeans," she reminds him. She's told him a million times to get rid of them. This specific pair, anyway. It's not the first time it's taken her forever to take them off. Seeing how difficult it was for her to unzip his pants, he took it upon himself to discard his shirt.
She kisses his smiling lips as his hands work to dismiss her from her clothes now. Alex grabs the hem of her navy blue shirt and pulls it over her head, leaving her exposed in her dainty sheer bra.
"I love how this looks on you," he whispers hotly, running his index finger through the see-through lace material of her very modernized bra.
Norma bites her lip as she studies his hot and hungry stare. How his caramel eyes roam around her chest as if it's the first time he's seen her without a shirt on.
Although thin and not as strong as his, her arms accomplished to pull him towards her, enveloping the tiny gap between them. Her legs still keep him captive. He has no way out.
Alex enjoys watching her squirm as he rakes his fingernails up her thighs through the fabric of her pants. He wishes she had chosen to wear a dress instead of these snug, blue jeans. He loves when she wears pants, that's unquestionable, but dresses or even skirts were more convenient to maneuver in a situation like this.
"How come you didn't wear a dress?" he questions between kisses. His hands never stopping their torturous game.
Norma chuckles and achieves to tighten the grip on her legs. "What, Sheriff? You feel threatened by a pair of jeans?"
"I don't like them," he somehow repeats her words in a way. "Too much work."
"I thought you liked the way my ass looks when I wear them," she responds smartly.
He grins. "Oh, I do."
Norma lets out a fit of giggles when she feels his hands roaming up and grasping relatively harshly her ass.
He starts kissing her neck, and she takes the chance to bury her fingers in his dark hair. She closes her eyes and lets out a small gasp the moment his teeth nip her sensitive flesh.
"Make up your mind, Sheriff," she says in a mere whisper, keeping her eyes closed as he bites her again.
"Everything you wear is beautiful," he pants, pulling back a bit to stare deeply into her eyes for a quick second before drifting his glare down to where his hands are working to undo her button and zipper. "But I love it even more when you're not wearing anything at all."
She bites her lower lip seductively and observes him as his wicked hands achieve their goal.
She whimpers lowly when he slides her completely off the counter. Her hands finally find support on his shoulders as he tugs on the tight fabric, rudely pealing it off her hot skin.
With her legs still wrapped around him, he found it easier to roll the waistband down to her mid-thigh. She holds onto him securely, although with enough confidence that he would never drop her.
She squeals delightfully when her rear comes in contact with the cold countertop. Alex smiles and gives her jeans another tug, eagerly wanting her to be exposed and free of them. She helps him in the process, straightening her legs and letting the cold air kiss her skin most deliciously once the piece of clothing was tossed to the floor.
But something caught his eye. The light, delicate pink underwear matches perfectly with her bra. The expensive duo not being one that is worn on the daily—matter of fact, it's not the kind of garment you use when you're planning on moving boxes and pack a house up all day long. This piece was one for male enjoyment only, and Norma knew precisely what she was doing the moment she decided to wear it.
You wouldn't think that this beautiful set was hidden under her baggy, old shirt and her plain pair of jeans. Her hair up in a messy bun with a few loose strands, and her glowing face free of makeup.
You wouldn't think twice about it, but leave it to Norma Romero to surprise you when you're least expecting it.
After putting all the pieces together, he looks back at her, and he's not surprised to find her looking as innocent as possible. In the meantime, she's managed to lean back, resting her upper weight on her opened palms. She tilts her head as if inspecting him and trying, hard, to read his mind.
This act of innocence drives him crazy. The way she smiles kindly at him; knowing exactly what she did but expertly pretending that she didn't.
Alex can't speak just yet, and it makes him feel weak and defeated. The lust in her eyes is disputable. A known glare. His insides twist the moment she licks her lips but keeps her bottom one tucked in.
"Mrs. Romero…" he says at last. His steady hands reaching for her, grabbing her by her torso, making her giggle coquettishly in advance.
He pulls her towards him until her body is touching his own. Her hands gliding up his torso as she enjoys watching the spell her husband seems to be in.
She feels triumphant at the mere sight that she's left him speechless. That a tiny piece of garment would torment him as much. Perhaps the fact that he's come to find out that she's been waiting for him to make the first move. Tormenting him all the more by pretending she'd rather be moving furniture around and packing boxes than being in his arms.
"Has this been your plan all along?" he finally questions her, his voice almost inaudible. His fingers start to play with the narrow elastic that hugged her waist in. She giggles as he pulls on the fabric and lets go of it, the small sting against her skin exciting her even more.
She feels relentless, naughty even, to be here with him this way. All windows were opened, and so was the front door. She's glad that his house was located on an end street, that no one could drive by and witness this act. Two newlyweds acting like horny teenagers in the middle of the day. Not able to keep their hands to each other—and in all honesty, she hopes that it'll forever stay that way.
She leans in and, very slowly, starts licking a path up to his jaw. His grip on her thighs loosens and he losses all strength at that instant. She's seduced him expertly as if she does this all the time. And perhaps she does. Alex simply overlooks it.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbles and bites the area where his neck meets his shoulder. His greedy hands, always needing and wanting more, come to rest on her ass, grabbing the flesh there entirely with opened and willing hands.
She lets out a breathy chuckle, not wanting his hands ever to stop their meticulous and impeccable game. She's never felt this wanted by any man—this desired and beautiful. Alex seems to know what she likes and what she's been waiting for her entire life.
His breathing changes the moment her eyes find his own. The bright crystal color in them daring him to do more. Wanting him to take her in the way he's never had before.
She doesn't want him to make love to her. She wants to fuck. She wants to see him giving her his all and doing things he's never done to her. But she's sure that they don't know how not to make love. He always tells her how much he loves her and how beautiful she is. He watches her intently and cherishes every speck on her body. Every delicacy.
He always holds her close to him, as if terrified that if he lets go, she'll somehow break. He always wants to look her in the eyes and promise her over and over again that he'll never leave. He swallows her moans in searing kisses. He gives her what she asks for. Norma knows she's always in control.
So today, right this second, she still wants to feel all of that but differently.
"Sheriff?" her raspy voice low and flirty.
"Yes?" Norma is sure she sees a sparse grin forming on his lips. He loves when she uses that tone. He almost knows what she's about to ask for.
"I have to ask you something," she says timidly all of a sudden. Somehow afraid that he'll say no and that she'll end up feeling ashamed for asking him in the first place.
He doesn't say anything but continues to stare at her with the same lust and want. She's sure she has nothing to worry about.
"Um..." she blushes lightly and feels the moment her cheeks go warm. He sees her nervous state and giggles a little.
"What is it?" he places the loose lock of blonde hair behind her ear.
"I-I want to do it differently this time," she says rapidly and covers her eyes ashamedly. He grins widely and immediately gets what she's trying to say. But he can't miss the opportunity to tease her and decides to say out loud what she's afraid to pronounce. "You know..."
"You don't want to make love?" he murmurs, pretending to be surprised at her sudden suggestion. She's still covering her eyes adorably and nods in negation.
He finally chuckles and reaches for her hands, wanting to peel them off her angelic face. He could tell she was blushing.
"You want to do the F-word?"
She finally faces him and laughs at his way of making her feel unashamed of wanting it. Their fingers dancing together in the only way they knew how.
"Alex!" she exalts through a fit of giggles and smiles. He chuckles too and rests his forehead against hers.
When their giggles had subsided, and their fingers got tired of dancing, he takes the chance to cup her face.
"I'll always make love to you, you know that right?" he whispers. Their eyes were closed, but Norma opens them and tilts her head back a bit, meeting his glare.
"I know," she says sweetly, loving him more just for that.
"But I don't know how to say no to you," he smiles, tugging her to the edge of the counter again.
Norma smirks most delightfully and feels lightheaded the moment his lips attack her neck. He starts kissing her slowly, the same way he's done a million times before. She closes her eyes, wanting to enjoy this. Wanting to feel him. Wanting all of him.
She's unable to control her feelings and the way she feels a new spark tickle her in all the right places. She's damped, she can feel it. And she knows that he's about to find out.
His teeth nip her flesh as if wanting to eat her all. The way his breathing picked up tells her everything she needs to know. The way his hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her a little bit more to the edge, keeping her in posture.
Although out of breath, she leans back, the gesture causing him to stop his game. She wants to tease him; she wants to drive him crazy. Alex looks at her with adoration and a very well known desire. Her smirk is enough to make him groan, pulling her back to him.
Norma closes her eyes and moans, tangling her legs together around him again, pulling at his hair almost painfully. They were just kissing. Nothing more has happened, and their bodies were already on fire.
"Are you sure?" he asks as he reaches for her mouth, his hands busy and working to undo her perfect and cute bra.
Norma dies a little bit on the inside—not intending to but always doing it. She does not want to compare everything Alex does to her past experiences. Making love to Alex is not the same as being taken against her will. And him asking if she was sure she wanted to do something else other than making love, fills her heart with joy.
"Please," she breaks their kiss and looks back at him as he removes her pink garment. "I want it."
At this point, they were both hyperventilating. Their kisses sloppy and desperate. His hands snake around her back, holding her still. The moment his mouth finds her nipple, she lets out a cry of pleasure. His right-hand pays as much attention as the one he's devouring. He groans, low in his throat. And Norma loses it.
She leans forward a bit, her hand wanting to feel him. All of him. She sandwiches it between their bodies, finally grasping roughly his hard bulge. He sucks even harder when he feels her tiny hand around him in the most delicious way. Rubbing him through the thin fabric of his briefs making him shake in delight.
She claws hard at his shoulders the moment she feels his teeth nipping her neck again. She's burning with desire and can't wait much longer. Prolonging this might actually make her go crazy.
In a swift motion, she pushes the elastic band of his briefs down, signaling him to discard them right away. He smiles against her neck, loving her desperation. But he was as desperate. He lets out a breath of comfort the moment Norma's hand dismissed him from his tight and already uncomfortable hold.
"Alex," she pleads in a mere whisper, her voice quivering in pure bliss and anticipation. The wetness between her legs already bothering her, pleading for attention. "Baby, please."
Alex pulls back to catch a quick glimpse of her swollen lips and lustful eyes. Her ragged breathing and devilish hands pulling him desperately to her, giving him a very sweet taste of what was to come. She looks flushed and thoroughly horny. Like a ruthless teenager—a ruthless tiger waiting to eat its prey.
His strong hands pull her to the edge of the counter again, grasping tightly for a second before loosening his grip. He looks down and takes himself in hand, looking back at her through heavy lids. He finds her staring down at their center, keeping her lower lip captive with her teeth to hold back a frantic moan.
Norma feels his eyes on her and looks back at him with want. Another tug of her hands is all it takes for him to end this torture.
The tip of his member makes contact with her clit and the moment it does, Norma lets her head fall back as if she's finally able to breathe. Her quiet and perfect moan makes him want to tease her until she's begging for him to stop. Until she's shaking under his touch and it's almost unbearable not to have him touching her where she needs him most.
Her wetness covers the tip of his length as he pushes into her a little but pulls out right back. Just enough to have her go crazy. To make her crazy. He tries his best to hold back a groan—he isn't a prude after all, and this whole thing was creating a beast he didn't know existed.
The vain act makes Norma squirm in perfect lust and contentment. She smiles as he does it again, pulling out of her continuously after giving her a taste of the pleasure that is bound to make her disintegrate in his arms. Norma holds onto his shoulders and giggles when he goes deeper this time but holds back, not pulling out at all.
"Is this what you want?" he finally groans as she bites her lip and nods happily, taking hold of his neck with both hands.
"Please," she begs childishly, twisting his insides at the mere sight of her being this aroused and ready for him.
He pulls out and scoots her closer to him, his hand snaking behind her back to grab a fist of her blonde curls, pulling her head back just slightly.
"Like this?" he mutters huskily, biting her chin and dragging his tongue down to her exposed neck. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes," she cries out, feeling as if her body was on fire. The moment she feels him aligning himself at her center, she tugs at his hand, encouraging him to pull her hair even harder.
And when he does, she comes undone. He thrusts inside of her maliciously, as if wanting to torture her for making him suffer. For seducing him. His lips find the crook of her neck, he nips, and licks, and bites again. His hips never stopping their torturous delirious.
He pulls her hair even, and Norma screams in pleasure, opening her legs wider for him. He's hitting a sweet spot inside her, and it's driving her crazy. She brings him closer, if likely. He keeps his hands tangled in her hair and deposits his left hand on her lower back. Trying his best to keep her in place.
Her moans were barely audible, and her eyes were closed in concentration. Her hands were accurately deposited on the counter, indolently laying on her sides, letting him take her the way he wants to—the way she wants him to.
Alex groans deep in his throat, and he finds her mouth, nipping her bottom lip with caution. She opens her eyes and locates his brown orbs looking back at her. She smiles as he continues to pound almost roughly into her, his teeth still holding onto her bottom lip. She whines a bit, fascinated by the way he's taking her. How he manages to still be gentle even though she specifically asked him not to be.
Her playful giggle makes him almost lose control. She leans back, breaking free from his firm grip. Her palms find support on the countertop, and he holds her hips tenaciously, wanting more than anything to keep going but knowing that if he does, this little game would have to be over before Norma begins to enjoy it.
Alex stops his movement, leaving a heavy breathing and flushed Norma staring back at him through heavy lids. He'll never get tired of seeing her this way. Seeing the lust in her eyes and the way her body reacts to his always present want for her.
She knows why he's stopped. It was crucial that he did and she looks back at him with a sweet but mischievous smile. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, bringing her mouth close to his.
"Why are you stopping, Sheriff?" she questions with a senile tone. Alex starts feeling dizzy and giddy as though he was a kid in high school again.
He doesn't know what to say or do. He's not capable of coming up with any sort of comeback. She wins. She always does.
Alex simply looks back at her, his dark eyes darting spheres in her angelic blue ones, challenging her all the more.
Her tongue comes in contact with his lower lip and he pushes her back a bit, enough to catch that playful glint in her eyes. He doesn't smile. This is no longer a game that he's enjoying. This woman was toying with him and he was letting her.
Slowly, her hands start to slide down his torso, urging him on again but Alex doesn't budge.
She scrunches her eyebrows in impatience, a bothersome expression on her face. "Are you going to make me beg?"
"Maybe," he finally says, gliding her off the counter and hopping her in his arms. She squeals contently, excited that he'd take her standing up. His member's still inside her and she could feel how hard he still was.
Norma finds support on his shoulders, keeping her arms coiled around him securely. He holds her to him, tight and close to his body. Norma rests her forehead against his, grinning like a child on Christmas eve.
"You're full of surprises, Romero," she flirts, her tone softer than ever before. "I like that."
"You're such a bad girl," he tells her and his hips start moving maliciously and hard, this new position making him go deeper and harder than before. "You need to learn how to behave."
"Do I?" she moans and keeps her forehead glued to his. Her sighs and gasps providing him the assurance that he wasn't being too rough. She's enjoying it as much as he is.
"You do," he says sternly, reaching for her lips. He bites her again, not able to get enough of her. Norma furrows her eyebrows and groans, starting to feel a known tightness in her stomach. He's teasing and thrusting repeatedly a sweet spot inside her, his rhythm never settling. She's afraid she might go insane.
For a second, she holds her breath and Alex knows that she's close. Her arms are holding him tighter and stronger than before. Her ragged breathing tipping him off. Her flushed cheeks and the way she's biting her bottom lip give him all the signs that she's about to come undone.
He doesn't stop. He pounds into her harder, if likely. Enjoying the way her perfect little moans grew within seconds. How her legs tangled around himself—not daring to let go.
"Baby," she sighs, trying to alert him. He kisses her, groaning wildly as he starts feeling that same tightness in his stomach as well. Alex swallows her moans, her cries of pleasure. His hips keep going at it. There's no way he'll stop.
"You want me to stop?" he blurs out, knowing that she'll kill him if he does.
"I'll kill you if-if you do," she whimpers and throws her head back. Alex grins and takes the chance to roam his hand behind her back, drowning his fingers in her pool of blonde curls and pulling with ease.
His muscles clench and he can't hold off any longer. He groans against her neck, his body tilting forward and preparing for take off. Her inner walls close around him deliciously, taking him to a different land of pure bliss.
Afraid of not being able to hold onto her longer than expected, he moves to the edge of the counter, letting go of her hair and assembling his hands on the very edge of the wood top, managing to keep her steady and most importantly, secured.
Norma weights almost nothing, making it easier for him to maneuver her the way he needs to in order to give her what she wants.
"I love you," he grunts through a mere whisper, feeling closer and closer by the second.
It takes her a second to respond, opening her eyes to catch his deep glance. "I love you."
He kisses her again and Norma cups his face, kissing him deeply and letting their tongues dance to the rhythm they know so perfectly. She stops kissing him back but he persists. She's ready. And so is he.
Norma holds her breath and Alex, surprisingly, speeds up his tempo. Her breathing stops and her toes curl. Her inner walls confine his member tenaciously. She goes quiet and her body loses control and goes frail in clear glee.
Alex groans as he spills inside of her, his body fooling him to think that he could deal with the aftermath and still hold Norma in his arms. He leans forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Her head thrown back and her hands tangled in his hair.
His hips thrusts continuously agaisnt hers until the pleasure had eased. Tiny speks of sweat spotted on her chest. Her flushed chest. Alex maneuvers his hand to hold her head and he makes her face him. He lifts her up and she's settled back on the counter in a prompt motion.
Norma opens her heavy eyes , all of a sudden feeling her mouth completely dry. Their ragged breathing combine into one. Their chests rising in perfect sync.
"Can we do that more often?" Norma whispers and kisses him sweetly. She pulls back and looks at him as she waits for his answer. There's a hint of a playful smile waiting to appear.
"We'll do what you want whenever you want it," he responds, nipping her bottom lip and tracing his fingers down her spine.
She grins. "Don't be so quick to agree."
He lets her kiss him, lets her pull him to her with possessiveness. His eyes have been opened the entire time—watching the way she keeps toying with him.
"Like I don't always give you what you want," he hisses while she continues her kissing spree.
Norma leans back and stares deep into his caramel eyes. "Oh, do you, now?"
He breaks their gaze and he tries his best not to smile. She knows that she gets her way with him. Whatever she wants. He is not to deny her the moon if that's what she wants.
Her hands find his face and she makes him face her. The smile planted on her face is breathtaking. His hands rest passively on her thighs. They're still acting like reckless teenagers. If someone was to walk in, they'd be in trouble.
"You don't get what you want with me?" he asks huskily, bringing his mouth close to her lips. "Didn't you just got what you wanted?"
A playful and innocent giggle bolts free and he relishes in the way she melts in his arms. The perfect way he swallows her laughter as if nothing else mattered in the world.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she dares to say. That same child like smile coating her face. She's such a tease.
"Do I need to remind you?" his strong hand got a handful of her hair. Norma's breathing falters the second she feels his fingertips caressing her scalp. She closes her eyes at the feeling, unaware of the welcomed rudeness that her teasing just caused on her perfect husband.
"Yes," she roars deep and lustful, biting her lip and moaning freely when his hand tugs harder than expected her blonde curls.
"You forget that easily, Mrs. Romero?" he groans as he enters her again. Norma's done playing games and feels a tingly sensation the moment he thrusts harder than anticipated—making her weak and relentless.
"Remind me," she makes eye contact with him and holds tight onto his broad shoulders. "Show me."
He slides her off the counter and makes his way to his room with Norma in his arms. He will make love to her the way he never has before. She wants to play? He'll show her how it's done.