This one is for you, d4ncingontheedge!
One whole week. That's how long Norma's agonizing nightmare lasted. One week. The Sheriff's Annual Convention took place in San Francisco, and she tried not to make a big deal out of it when Alex told her that she couldn't come.
"Why not? I'm your wife," she had said proudly as if being his wife would be the solution to everything.
"You're my wife, but you're not a Sheriff, honey," he had said with a slight smirk as he pinched the steak with his fork over dinner. "They're picky about who we bring along to these types of boring events."
"A whole week without you?" she had pouted adorably, hating the dreadful idea of spending one week away from her husband.
His heart wanted to explode. "It'll be over before you know it. You'll see."
Norma knew it was all an act and that he'd probably miss her more than she'd miss him. He proved her right by randomly calling her in the middle of the day, she loved it that one day he sneaked out of the conference to call her and check on her.
So much that he paid to leave a couple of hours early, not wanting to wait for his flight in the afternoon the next day and getting back in town in the middle of the night.
But he found her asleep. When he walked through their bedroom door, he found her in profound slumber. He had a feeling she would be sleeping when the light in their bedroom was dimmed to nothing the minute the cab dropped him off in front of their house.
The house was serene and dark when he let himself in, and he aspired to find her awake, his heart hanging on to that last strand of hope. He reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner, strolling and finding their bedroom door ajar.
And there she was. Sound asleep on his side of the bed, holding onto his pillow tight. He grinned ear to ear, his heart dissolving at the mere sight of her missing him just as much. But as much as he had missed her and he wanted nothing but to wake her, he couldn't.
A rush of reassurance ran through him when he saw that she was safe and sound in their cozy home, waiting patiently for him. He changed out of his traveling clothes, setting his suitcase aside and walking around the bed they share towards her current empty side.
But he was only fooling himself. There was no way in hell that he would just lay there and not wake her, after an entire week of not kissing her, feeling her, smelling her and touching her. He pulled the covers down, getting in bed and covering himself from the cold again.
She didn't even flinch, her mind and body still oblivious to his arrival. He found himself smiling like an idiot as he spotted her blonde curls dispersed on his pillow, taking ownership and he couldn't have been happier, knowing he finally had someone that loved him, someone he can come home to.
His body moved before his mind had time to register it, his elbow burying into the mattress as his free hand worked on peeling the sheets off her body with caution.
He bit his lip the moment he spotted her beige, satin slip. The fabric almost melting deliciously with her skin, creating an euphoric illusion. The spaghetti's straps on her shoulders were barely noticeable, the material hugging her body tightly, just how he liked it.
God, had he missed her! His lips find her bare shoulder, pressing a soft, innocent kiss to it. He waited to see how she'd respond to it, but she didn't move. So he started a path of the most tender kisses he's ever granted her with, kissing her shoulder blade, all the way towards the back of her neck.
"Baby..." he whispered when he reached her ear, tugging it lightly with his teeth. His hand found the curve of her waist, pulling her to him a bit.
She wriggled under his touch, and he could perfectly picture the little crinkle on her nose and the slight frown in annoyance at being woken up. He squeezed her hip, and her eyes shot open.
Her body shifted towards him, and her eyes found his own immediately. Her blue orbs wide and scared, disoriented. Norma looks back towards the door, finding it closed. She looks back at him and directs her eyes away from him once again, finding his suitcase in the dimmed room.
He giggles softly at her confused reaction. His hand snakes around, stopping at the small of her back. She frowns again as both hands reach for his face.
"Am I dreaming?" she whispers, her fingers caressing his stubble cheeks.
"No," he grins widely.
Alex sees her face relaxing almost instantly, a smile tugging at her lips.
"You're back," she sighs happily, pulling him in.
"I'm home," he corrects her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He kisses the skin there, tasting the fresh soap scent on his lips.
"I missed you so much," she speaks softly if it wasn't for his proximity, he wouldn't have been able to hear her clearly. He pulled back, staring at her, locating a bit of sorrow in her eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere without you again," he promises, his voice tender, his fingers burying in her hair, brushing it back.
"I hated not having you here," she whispers. "I was dying to see you."
He smiles. "So was I. Why do you think I paid over three hundred dollars to change my flight?"
"Alex!" she gasps in horror. "Three hundred?"
"I would have paid five thousand if it meant getting to you sooner. I seriously couldn't spend another night away from you."
Norma looks at him as if she hasn't seen anything more precious, her hands caressing his face with much care. She pulled his face closer to hers, their lips almost touching. "That was really cheesy."
He genuinely laughs at the remark. "But you like cheesy."
"I love cheesy," she corrects him, finally connecting their lips.
A current runs through them, starting at their lips and spreading throughout their bodies after locking lips. An entire week of thirst, or yearning each other's mouths was bound to culminate.
Norma savors the hint of alcohol on his lips, what she thinks helped him calm his nerves before his flight tonight. His tongue brushed against her lower lip, imploring for dominance.
Then she lets him in, and he doesn't disappoint. His teeth nipping the sweet flesh of her lips, all while his hand snakes slowly but surely, gliding under the silk slip, feeling her hot skin under his fingertips.
He feels her smile upon his lips, and he takes the opportunity to drift his mouth lower, kissing her neck deliberately. She bites her lip the second she feels his hand gliding higher and around, gripping tightly onto her flesh, finding it bare.
He sighs deeply, pulling her to him at the same time, releasing his grip almost immediately. He knows that it's common for her to wear nothing else but her slip to bed. He's not surprised she's not wearing underwear, but the neglect this whole situation had put their bodies through, has made him find the innocent act utterly luscious.
"It's been one hell of a week, Mrs. Romero," he whispers huskily, his voice trembling with desire. "I couldn't wait to get home to this."
She smiles, a known spark running through her. Silence creeps in as she relishes fondly the words that came out of his mouth; the meaning. She's as desperate to have him. She could hardly wait.
"You have no idea how much I've missed this," she responds after a while, the words stuck in her throat at first as his devilish hands traveled over her body, suddenly turning it into absolute flames.
"Show me..." he kisses her, his tongue grazing hers. "Show me how much."
He tries to reach for her, but Norma halts his movements, placing her hands on his chest, pushing him back to lay on his back. He was only surprised by a mere second, enjoying the teasing smile she had planted on her face once his back touched the mattress.
Not daring to speak, he watched as she peeled the sheets off their bodies, losing no time in straddling his knees. He could feel her arousal, he could feel all of her. His chest wanted to explode, and he forgot for a brief second how easy it was to breathe.
Norma dips her head slowly, not daring to break eye contact with her speechless husband, biting the hem of his shirt, pulling it unhurriedly up his torso with her teeth. All he could do was watch her, his hands laying on his sides. He didn't have it in him to move a muscle, he was afraid what this mistress would do to him if he did.
He had missed this just as much, and so he was bound to enjoy the show.
"Take this off," she rudely demands, tugging on his white t-shirt.
But he could only nod in response, his mouth suddenly gone dry. He sits up, doing exactly what she's asked him to do. Her eyes travel over his torso, contemplating his skin, every muscle, every beauty mark on his chest. She chews her bottom lip, smiling wickedly at him once the shirt had been discarded.
He reaches for her, and this time, she doesn't stop him. With hunger, he devours her lips, their heavy breathing mingling in perfect sync. His hands fly and settle on the back of her neck, pulling her to him with a need not even Alex could control.
She moans delightfully, reciprocating the kiss with the same intensity. She squeezes his thighs at the same time her teeth clamp his bottom lip with force. He mewled in pain or desire, he didn't even know.
As a punishment, he pulls her with him, having her land on top of him delightfully and with a surprised giggle. But before he was even capable of moving, of reacting—she got the upper hand. Shocker.
With tenancy and superiority, she straddles his knees again, raking her hands up his chest, her fingers burying and playing with his chest hair. He needed to touch her, so he stretches his arms, gently rubbing and holding onto her thighs.
Alex still hasn't spoken a word since, and the build-up tension was killing him. As much as he wanted to rush things, to find his release as quick as possible, he couldn't. He wanted to enjoy this, to savor every second, every bit of it.
It was a delicacy to have his wife, being this naughty, on top of him. Her nipples stiffed and begging to be touched and played with. He could easily see them poking through her silk chemise.
She lowers her mouth, pressing tender kisses to his chest, slowly making her way down his stomach and towards the waistband of his polyester navy blue pants.
Looking back at him, she makes sure he's witnessing her movements as she licks the skin above his waistband, causing his body to tremble in passion.
Then her hands stop touching him, and Norma swiftly grabs onto the white sheets that covered half her body and threw them over her head. Alex lets out a surprised chuckle, staring at the ceiling above him—knowing what's to come.
He bites his lip as he directs his eyes back to where she is entirely covered by the sheet, pulling down on his favorite pants until it reached his ankles.
He could only see this clothed figure with the sole desire of wanting to punish him for being away from her for so long. And he knew better than to uncover her. He was dying to do it, but he knew that this was part of her game, and he wanted to enjoy it fully.
His hard length springs free, and his breath hitches the second he feels her tiny hands wrapping him wholly. He shuts his eyes and holds his breath, trying hard to keep his cool.
But how could he maintain a composed attitude when his wife, his fiery and indelicate wife, had turned into a hungry beast ready to corner and eat its prey.
She pumps him a few times, her soft hand gliding leisurely up and down his member. He bites his lip to hold back a groan, a deep moan. His fists grab roughly onto the sheet beneath him, imploring for some liberation.
Then he feels her smooth and warm tongue licking him all the way to the top, almost antagonizing slow. It was pure torture. Pure sweet torture.
Her knees are buried in the mattress between his thighs. The simple act of gliding her tongue along the side of his length, teasing him deliciously, was bound to drive him even more crazy.
Then he feels her mouth closing around him, a low hum in her throat, creating the perfect friction. He moans unashamedly, not caring about any types of rules that apply to men in a scenario like this.
He could only spot the movement of her head, the sheets shielding him from such a fantastic view. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. His head hits the pillow in a frantic motion, his fists grasping tightly onto the sheets, still. He was dying to touch her.
But before he had time to register it, his hands were uncovering her, pulling the covers back, revealing the perfect goddess that was pleasuring him in the most alluring way.
"Baby..." he could barely talk, he could hardly think.
And she looks back at him, humming deeply again, her mouth never ceasing its delicious torture. When his eyes met her own, he felt that peculiar connection, something he's missed dearly.
Norma sucks him relentlessly, with no mercy. He closes his eyes, his head tilting back again into the pillow and he relishes in the way she's pleasuring him. It'd be over soon if she continues to abuse him like this.
If he had been looking back at her, he would have noticed the radiant look on her face. She closes her tiny hand around him, pumping him at the same time her mouth continued to suck the tip of his rigid member.
"Fuck!" he exalts amusingly, a frown on his face that resembled nothing but flawless, excruciating euphoria.
Alex looks down, finding her eyes planted on him already. Her curls were bouncing with the movement of her head, and he took it upon himself to grab it, collecting all of it at the nape of her neck. There was nothing sexier than this, and he started to feel a familiar tightness in the pit of his stomach.
Her head continued to bob gracefully, and leave it to her to make the act look so sensual and shameless.
"What has one week turned you into, huh?" he gasps, the tone of voice kinky and more in-depth than he'd expected.
She releases him with a loud pop! and lowered her head, sticking her tongue out and licking from top to bottom the side of his length.
"You like it?" she asks instead, a wide wicked smile on her face. She guides him back into her mouth and welcomes him. She takes him all in and the second it reaches the back of her throat, Alex groans intensely.
"I fucking love it," he responds almost out of breath, and she feels a current between her legs, pooling in her dampness at hearing him curse.
She pulls back all the way and takes him back in. It hits the back of her throat, and she releases him once again. And then welcomes him in. Over and over again. It is driving her poor husband insane.
Alex loved this Norma. A prim and proper wife to the world, but such a dirty girl to him behind closed doors. He finds the whole ordeal insane. Men are such visual creatures that just seeing their woman pleasuring them is enough to bring them close to the brink. And that's where Alex is.
"Nor-rma... Oh..." he pushes his head back again. He's slowly losing control. He tightens his grip on her hair, letting go of it seconds after.
"If-if..." he tries to speak, his throat suddenly gone dry. She's still staring at him, rubbing her thighs together in a way to try and create friction. "If you keep doing that..."
"What?" she mumbles sadistically, pumping him very slowly, twisting her hand when she gets to the top.
He lets out a deep sigh, smiling at her dominance. He was entirely at her feet.
"Look at me," she orders vigorously, her hand still pumping him.
But he was close to falling off that brink, extremely close to it. The ringing of his heartbeat in his ears made it impossible for him to hear her demand.
"Look at me, baby," she uses a different tone this time, calmer and softer than before.
His head turns, and he finds her eyes in an instant. What a fucking view that was. His perfect wife kneeled between his legs, her ass up in the air and her messy curls covering half her face again.
"You're perfect," he tells her, chewing his lip. "You're so damn perfect."
She stops pumping him and fully lets go of his member. Her blue eyes do not dare to break eye contact with him. Her head dips down, and she licks him with her hands positioned freely on his thighs.
He's had enough of this sweet torture. He grabs her chin, pulling her lightly to him. "Come here."
The broad and sinful smile on her face was one of satisfaction. Norma crawls up his body, her hands keeping his body secured and imminent.
Alex runs his thumb across her lip, pulling it down as he got her closer. He nips her chin, dragging his tongue down the side of her neck. She giggles flirtatiously, the vibration of her giggle trembling on his lips. His hands grab her hips, and in a sudden and surprising motion, Alex switches their positions, Norma landing roughly on her back.
"Are you okay?" he grins, assembling himself between her legs.
"Yes," she says breathy, cupping his cheeks.
But he gives her a quick peck on the lips and shimmies down her body, planting kisses over her slip. Her breathing changes as he gets lower and lower.
She braces herself when Alex throws her legs over his shoulders. Her hands squeezing her breasts in response, she was desperate to feel him.
Finding his eyes one last time, she giggles freely as his breath tickles her heated core. It was his turn to play, and he won't stop until she's trembling beneath his tongue.