"Get back in bed right now, Mrs. Romero," Alex demands with a broad grin on his face, his finger pointing to her now empty side of the bed.
Norma looks over her shoulder and gives him a devilish grin, enjoying teasing him all the more. Alex watches her naked glory, his eyes glued to the sway of her delicate hips. She got up abruptly from bed the moment their kissing got too intense. She left him wanting more. She always did.
"Nope," she says nonchalantly, knowing that if it was up to him, they wouldn't get out of bed at all. "Five more minutes can easily turn into an hour with you, mister. So, no. Sorry. So, sor-"
She shrieks when she feels his hard chest against her back and his muscular arms wrapping around her. She was so invested in telling him off that she didn't hear the second he got out of bed.
Her giggles cause him to laugh upon the fresh and always soft skin of her neck, her body resting back contently against his. They're both naked. From head to toe. Standing right in front of the window he once warned her about.
"You love to make me suffer, don't you?" he mumbles hotly, his teeth nibbling deliciously her neck. She lets out a small whimper, enjoying his teeth and the slight brush of his tongue on her skin.
"Maybe a little," she breathes, her hand finding the back of his head as he continues to give her neck opened mouth kisses. It's impossible not to feel his hard member brushing her backside. Her eyes closed as she cherishes the feeling of his desire for her.
"Just a little?" his tongue can easily taste the goodness of her skin, his lips clamping hard around her earlobe. "That's what you've always done, haven't you? Make me suffer...Have me at your mercy?"
She moans loudly at his words, her head dropping back again, her left hand leading his towards her heated and wet center. Sometimes his words got the perfect reaction from her and that's all he's ever wanted. To make her shake in pleasure without much effort.
But Norma is unable to react at the moment. No words were expected to come out. Not when her chest is heaving the way it is, almost ready to explode. Not when her hand is waiting for his fingers to move in that specific way she likes.
"I come here during my lunch break because I cannot wait until after dinner to devour you..." he points out softly as if this information is new to his wife. "Not for you to tease me like this. To make me suffer."
Then his fingers bury themselves in her wet paradise, having her crumble in his arms immediately. As soon as he hears her perfect and delicate moan, his right-hand finds her chin and he easily redirects her face, rapidly connecting their lips.
Norma, out of pure spite with a whole lot of lust, bites his lower lip harder than she ever has before. If he was going to torture her, although she's the one that started it, it's only fair if she returns the favor. Alex groans in pain, his left hand stopping its teasing game.
"Norma!" he whines loudly, his lip still caught between her teeth, his eyebrows curved in affliction. The pain caused him to buck his hips against her, causing her to let go of his lip only to giggle innocently at him.
He looks at her dumbfounded. He cannot believe that she's acting this innocent just now. Well, he can. His wife is full of surprises and he loves her for it. She truly is a unique character.
The way he's looking at her provokes an even quieter giggle from her. She tilts her head back to rest on his left shoulder, laughing a bit more. Not showing any sense of remorse about her actions.
But something inside of him stirs. He also knows her weaknesses. He knows exactly where to kiss her to make her lose her cool. He knows when to grab her and where to touch her to spark up that fire that lights up his soul and satisfies his needs in the most amazing way.
Having his wife acting this way completely drives him insane. He continues to look at her with nothing but lust and adoration. His left hand roams up her torso, finding her right breast. He pinches her nipple with more force than necessary and he's surprised when he hears her little and perfect moan instead of any signs of pain.
"I'm sorry," she chuckles, her hand burying deeper in his silky hair, grabbing tightly onto the back of his neck.
"Are you?" he raises her eyebrows, watching her every move. She chews on her lower lip and giggles again. That was it.
He tries his best to hide his smile, although he's aware that Norma is not paying the slightest attention to his features. He hears her tiny gasp the moment he pulls her to him, walking them to the front of the mirror.
Norma finally opens her eyes and is quick to find his caramel orbs staring back at her through the mirror. She knows what this means. And she's so ready for it. Alex leans closer to her, her ear millimeters away from his mouth.
"Are you sorry?" he asks delicately, watching her full reaction thanks to the mirror situated in front of them.
She looks marvelous. They both do. Norma is a gorgeous mess wrapped in the arms of her protector. Her thin figure looks angelic in his arms. Her feathery white skin combines perfectly with his tan one.
"No," she suddenly speaks, her voice raspy and deep. He looks back at her and she is smirking at him in a way she never has before. This whole ordeal aroused her insignificantly—she can hardly believe how much.
Alex tries hard to pretend her little act is not driving him crazy. He smiles broadly, burying his face in the crook of her neck again, his eyes still glued to hers.
"You're not sorry?" he asks again, the tone of his voice causing her to bite her lower lip with anticipation.
"No," she manages to blur out. Her lip continues to be caught between her lips until she sees his hand roaming down her stomach. She holds her breath and follows his every move.
His tongue darts out to slowly lick her neck at the same time his hand meets her wet center, teasing her a little before parting her legs a tad. She's hyperventilating by now.
Her mind going a hundred miles per hour. She holds onto his left arm, the one wrapped around her torso and the other remains glued to the back of his neck.
She can't help but close her eyes and lean her head back against his left shoulder. She's surprised she's made it this long standing on her own two feet. Although she's almost certain that his hands are the ones keeping her up and steady.
Without preamble, he enters her. Her breath hitches in her throat as Alex lets out a small moan. The feeling is too much. Too damn perfect. He's always loved the way Norma envelops him entirely, how warm and ideal she feels.
But he stays still as he allows her body to adjust to the mild intrusion, giving himself time to deal with how good and delicious this feels, too.
Her eyes shot open and he's quick to capture her gasp. He knows she's okay. He's come to learn that her little gasps are pure of pleasure and not discontent. Her head remains on his shoulder, but he looks at her reflection and finds her chewing on her lip now, both hands holding tightly onto him.
Alex dares to move, pulling back almost entirely before deciding to push back in, just slightly. She moans again. Deep in her throat and Alex couldn't think of anything hotter than this moment. His mouth closes around her earlobe, nipping lightly the flesh there. He groans lowly as he feels her tightening around him as he reaches the hilt. This position makes it so much easier and allows him to go even deeper into her.
His left-hand starts massaging her right breast and she gives his hair a hard tug. He pulls out of her again and cherishes the way she's somehow dissolved into almost nothing in his arms.
"Oh, God..." she whispers, dropping her right hand and holding tightly to his hip, urging him on, wanting him inside of her again.
He smiles and happily complies. She pushes her head back again, feeling overwhelmed by such amazing intrusion. She tries to speak, to moan, to scream.
But she can't.
The intensity of the situation wakes her up.
She's sweating and breathing as if she had hiked seven mountains back to back. The room is dark. She glances at Alex's side of the bed and finds him there, in profound slumber. He's facing her, like always. There hasn't been a time that they both go to bed and he turns his back on her. She cherishes that about him.
Her eyes flick to the ceiling as she swipes the sweat off her shoulder. She uncovers herself, her body is on fire. The clock marks two thirty in the morning. It's Saturday morning. She looks back at him through the dim light of the lamp post outside and smirks.
Getting closer to him, she starts kissing every spot available on his precious face. Nose, cheeks, eyelids, chin. He has to wake up. He needs to wake up.
He groans in his sleep and she stops, expecting and waiting for him to wake up. But he seems unfazed my her light kisses so she decides to try a different result.
She lowers her mouth to his, kissing it lightly again before nipping his bottom lip. She holds him thightly by his jaw, sucking and biting him awake. And it works. He grunts in a mix of discomfort and pleasure, his hands rapidly wrapping around her.
Norma giggles triumphantly as she achieves her goal. She feels him smiling against her mouth as he turns on his back, bringing her with him. His hands drop down to her thighs, making her straddle him immediately.
She lets go of his lip with a quick and sexy moan, managing to keep her hands at either side of his head, looking down on him.
"Again?" he asks hotly, grinning like a kid in a carnival. His hands roam up her thighs, bringing with them the material of the short satin night dress he adores.
Every now and then she wakes him up in the middle of the night for sex. She's come to find out that although she always thought that Alex was an every day-every night type of man, she's slightly the same. Sex wasn't always pleasant with her former husbands. But with Alex? The tale changes.
"Yes," she grins happily, biting her lip. "I had an amazing dream."
"Oh, you did?" he asks in a hot and low voice. His fingers toying with the plastic band of her underwear.
"I did," she tells him.
"Do you wanna show me?" he whispers. "What happened in your dream, I mean."
"I don't think you wanna know," she humors him with a sexy smile.
"Oh, I want," his fingers graps harshly her tender flesh, making her grind against him in the process.
She lets out a mild squeal and moan, happy and excited to relive her amazing and pleasant dream.
"Come on, baby," he begs softly, making her take pity of him in an instant. She lowers her mouth to him. "Show me, yeah?"
"Okay," she mumbles against his lips. "Come on."
She sits back up, climbing off him before his hands halted her movements.
"Where are you going?" he asks childishly, almost pouting at her.
She closes the distance between them, pressing her lips to his earlobe. "I'm taking you to heaven."