"Where are you going?" he asked in the darkness, his voice raspy and deep. He had his arm wrapped around her when he felt her hand closing around his wrist, moving his arm off her.
"I have to pee," she murmured, grunting noisily at her attempt of climbing out of bed.
"You need help?"
"I'm fine," she responds, establishing both feet on the cold hardwood floor and using her hands as leverage to push herself up and out of bed.
He watched her go and gazed at the clock on her bedside table. It was past two-thirty in the morning, and he had to smile a little. It seemed that her bladder indeed has a timer; she always had to pee at this time.
A few minutes later, he was still awake, waiting for her. She strolled in and closed the door after her, shutting it quietly in case sleep took him under again.
But she saw his large eyes gazing right at her when she turned the corner of their bed, the moonlight shining through her sheer curtains, enhancing his beautiful face.
"Go back to sleep," she smiled sweetly, deep down loving how attentive he is.
"I love when you wear that shirt," a smile tugging fondly at his lips.
"It's comfy," Norma shrugged, lifting the covers and climbing back in bed.
She can't wait for the day she's able to lay on her belly again. When she can flop down in bed with no hassle or distress. She sits then turns her body slightly, tucking her legs under the silk sheets, shielding her body from the cold.
He watched patiently as she got cozy in bed, turning on her left side to face him.
"How is she?"
"Kicking me a lot," she winced, another little kick right in her ribs.
"She thinks it's time to party and not to rest," he grinned, reaching out to tug down the sheets. He gets closer and pulls his own grey, oversized shirt she loves to wear so much, exposing her grown stomach.
"Mommy needs to sleep," he whispered, talking to their daughter and expecting the baby to obey his orders. "You promised me you'd behave."
Norma brushes his hair with her already swollen fingers, all while smiling down at him, loving how perfect of a dad he already is.
As in cue, the baby kicks, and Norma pants, laughing immediately at the sparse pain that little kick induced. Alex smiles wonderfully, pressing his lips to her stomach again. "You little brat."
Norma laughs a little more, her hand coming to hold her belly as if her laughter would cause it to explode somehow.
Alex rested his head on her stomach, his left cheek squeezed firmly against her tremendous belly. His eyes found her own with no difficulty, her laughter dying thoroughly as she began to think about how happy she is this time around. How different things are and how perfect the father of her child is.
Tears started to well up as her mind traveled back to her prior pregnancies. How neither John or Sam showed any interest in becoming a father. How they never talked to her belly the way Alex does every night before bed or any chance he gets. How they never helped with groceries, or with chores and how she always had to ask for assistance when she needed to get in and out of the car.
Alex didn't know how bad it's been for her and she's not planning on telling him. Because this time around he's made pregnancy utterly reliable and perfectly enjoyable. Because he rubs her swollen feet, he feeds her fresh fruit in the mornings and makes sure she doesn't go down the stairs alone. He helps her hop in the shower, in and out of her car, he cleans around when he comes home from work and makes sure the third load of laundry is set and folded.
"What's wrong?" he questioned the minute he spotted tears in her eyes, reaching for her. "Are you-are you okay? Are you in pain?"
This is exactly what she means. He's so caring, so attentive to her needs. So perfect.
"I'm fine," she whispered a barely-there tone.
"What is it?" his eyebrows furrowed in major concern for his pregnant wife. He scanned her face looking for signs of discomfort, signs of labor.
"I just-I'm really grateful for you. For what you've always granted me with. For your passion, for your love..."
"Honey..." he grinned happily, drying away her tears with his thumb. "You don't have to thank me."
"I do," her voice cracked, and her chin quivered. "I've never had this. I've never had someone love me the way you do. No one's ever taken care of me... No one's given me such protection the way you have."
"Hey," he came closer, their lips almost touching. He kissed the corner of her mouth, traveling his lips to her jaw and chin. "You promised me you wouldn't go there, remember?"
"But it's your fault," she cried softly.
"How?"
"For being so perfect."
He chuckled at her silliness, at the way she scrunched her nose when she cried.
"I'd do anything for you," he murmured, playfully flicking her nose, earning a light giggle from her. "For you and our little girl."
"I know," she grabbed his chin and pulled him to her, connecting their lips.
He pecked her lips gently while his hand found her belly again.
"I love you," he chanted in the dimmed room, whispering it to her as if it was solely a secret between the two. "I love you more than anything."
"Even though I'm as big as a whale?" she asked childishly, pouting at him in the most adoring way.
"Norma," he scolded.
"I just-I feel huge. I barely take three steps, and I'm out of breath. I have to pee more than I eat and—"
"And you're carrying my child. You're giving life to her, your body is..." he stopped himself, tilting back a bit and raking his eyes hungrily all over her body. "Baby, you're so fucking sexy... You're a goddess and-and I just..."
"You what?" she mumbled sexily, her hand grabbing the hair at the back of his neck.
"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes... Because you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."
"Really?" her tone hopeful.
"I'm about ready for you to give birth so that we can start practicing on our second," he buried his face in the crook of her neck, causing her to tilt her head back, granting him more access.
"You want more?" she couldn't help but smile at his confession.
He pulled back, locating her blue eyes in the darkness with no trouble. "Of course. I want a boy."
"What if we get another girl?"
"Then we try again. And again. And again. And again..."
Norma was in a fit of laughter, his lips attacking her neck again, nipping at the flesh there. She could feel his smile on her skin.
"I can only imagine you being a dad of five girls," she chuckled at the idea. It'd freak him out.
"I'd be able to manage. I have a gun. No, no. I have guns."
"You want a boy so bad that God will punish you and give you all girls."
"He can't do that," he pouted for a mere second, a stupid grin tugging at his lips at the thought of him surrounded by a bunch of little Normas and scaring all the boys away.
"You really like my body? I know it's not what it used to be..."
"And I love it even more. I'm amazed by you. Your body is changing, you are sacrificing so much just to have our little girl... I'd die if I had to go through at least half of what you're going through right now. You are so amazing. You're giving our little girl life... That's enough for me."
"I shouldn't get all the credit," she brushed her nose against his. "You did some work, too."
He smirked broadly, thinking back on the night their little girl was conceived.
"You did all the work," she grinned seductively. "And what an amazing work that was."
"Shhh," he nips her chin. "She can hear you."
Norma let out a throaty giggle. "You're ridiculous."
"I don't want her to know about the bad things Daddy does to Mommy."
Norma squeals when she feels his hand gripping her thigh, his hand roaming underneath the fabric of her shorts. Norma couldn't wipe that smile off her face, not when he was making her feel so beautiful, so sexy and wanted.
"It's like I have another woman in my bed," he says before nipping her collarbone.
It was amazing how at peace he could make her feel. She likes knowing that he appreciates her curves, the swell of her hips and breasts.
"I love your body," he chants while his hands worked on pulling the oversized shirt over her head. She helped him by arching her back off the bed as much as her pregnant body would allow her.
But she panicked when she saw his hand reaching for the nightstand after he discarded her shirt, his intentions clear.
"Nononono," she ranted in panic mode, halting his movements.
"I want to see you," he simply stated, locating his hand back on her side. "Please?"
"No," she whined, her eyes full of nostalgia and worry.
"Hey," he came closer, caressing her jawline. "You're beautiful. You're perfect."
Her eyes scanned his face, looking for a sign of dishonesty but finding none.
"Let me see you," he murmured, keeping his eyes on her face even though her torso and breasts were exposed.
She sighed nervously, a shaky breath abandoning her body. "Alex... I'm huge..."
"You are perfect," he corrected, connecting his lips to her own. "I wanna see you, please?"
But she couldn't deny him anything. His voice was so pure, so sincere that she couldn't say no to him.
"Please?"
"Okay," she mumbled under her breath, letting go of the breath she was holding.
He reached for the nightstand again, turning on the lamp, the room finally illuminated with its shining light. He found her with her eyes closed, her hands absentmindedly covering her breasts.
"Baby..." he spoke softly, his tone full of love and desire for his wife. Norma opened her eyes, finding him looking at her as if she was a piece of art.
If it was possible to melt under someone's adoring gaze, Norma knew Alex was more than capable of succeeding on that task. He had the tendency of making her shiver with the heavenly glint of his eyes.
When you know that your wife has made that sacrifice to her body for you, it is the sexiest thing in the entire world. Alex never gave pregnant women a second thought, but because it's his wife, his child in there, it becomes a raw, powerful beauty and an inexplicable desire.
Knowing she's carrying his child has brought an extra level of intimacy that they haven't experienced before. Ever since he met her on the porch of the motel that night, he's always found her incredibly gorgeous. Unbelievably beautiful. But now, seeing her stroll around the house holding her belly and walking slower than usual, was the hottest thing Alex has ever seen.
Norma feels so overwhelmed by the way he's looking at her that she wants to cry. She wants to shed tears of happiness and scream at the top of her lungs how much she adores this man.
"I'm telling you..." his eyes rake hungrily over her chest and stomach, peeling her hands away from her chest. "I am seeing what Isabella is doing to you, and it makes me want to fill you with more."
He lowered his head, and she enjoyed the feeling of his teeth nipping softly the side of her breast. His mouth traveled down the valley between them, licking and awarding her fiery skin with opened mouth kisses. Norma chewed her lower lip, smirking wonderfully at the ceiling as he continued his ministrations.
She's never felt this aroused before. But everything with Alex was invariably complex. When she was pregnant with Dylan, she was terrified to death and back then she had other priorities and issues to resolve. When she got knocked up by Sam, she remembers feeling disgusted by the mere thought of him touching her that sex was never enjoyable. But with Alex— with Alex, her body was always on fire and in need of attention and indescribable pleasure.
It was perhaps the way he looked at her every time she changed in front of him, or when she wore his old t-shirts for bed like she did tonight. Or maybe it was the simple fact that he loved her more than anything on this planet and wanted her to be and feel loved at all times.
Norma felt the baby hairs on the back of her neck rise as he kissed her chest, her breath hitching in her throat the second he closed his mouth around her nipple. His warm tongue grazing hotly her pebbled nipple, the action pushing her to the brink; driving her wildly insane.
He could hear her little sighs of pleasure, never of discontent. He held tight to her hips, his hands wandering up and down her sides, making her shiver. His mouth never ceased savoring her for even a second, and he took it upon himself to bite the side of her breast a little harder than expected.
Norma shrieks in delight, causing his burning and heavy eyes to gaze back at her. He detaches his mouth from her chest, apologizing for biting her too hard and promising that he won't do it again.
"No, no, no. Do it again," she ordered in a deep and exquisite voice. "Please."
"You sure?"
Her teeth get a hold of her bottom lip again, and she nods her head eagerly, wanting to feel the light prick once more. Her breasts are so sensitive to the touch that the slightest pressure makes her twitch.
She watched him do it again ever so slowly as if trying to punish her somehow. With his eyes connected to her blue spheres and an adorable dinky smile, he bit her flesh with less pressure this time, but obtaining the same erotic outcome from his wife.
She giggles freely, her little nose scrunching at the feeling of his teeth against her skin. He brushes his tongue against the dainty mark there, her porcelain skin sensitive to any frisky mistreatment.
Norma's new obsession was to watch him while he pleasured her. She's never been a fan of visualizing men 'pleasuring' her. Not when in reality they were only using her body to pleasure themselves.
It was never pleasant to witness them on top of her. She had no other choice but to shut her eyes and wait for it to pass. The action was macabre and she ended up hating herself a little bit more after every disagreeable experience.
Ever since Alex made love to her, and she was sure that that's what it was, that dreadful routine gradually started to change. For some strange reason she couldn't tear her eyes off him. She didn't want to tear her eyes off him. She wanted to watch him, she desired to witness every little thing he did and imprint it in her memory forever.
There was something about the way he moved above her, about the way his kisses provoked visible pleasure on her skin. She was fascinated with the view and dared to believe that she could never get enough.
And it's been the same since the start, nothing has changed. They're still crazy about each other. Alex is still and forever will be obsessed with his wife but in the most charming way.
Alex roamed up her body, his strong arms creating a barrier between him and her belly. Norma loved it. It made her feel safe somehow; the thought of him draped over her protecting his own child from harm. He settled himself between her legs, her perfect limbs automatically wrapping around his waist to the best of her abilities.
"I'm going to miss this," he whispered close to her mouth, his lips kissing her chin. Norma knew what he was referring to.
"Me too," she told him, her arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders and neck. "It's going to feel weird not to have this bump between us in three weeks."
"I know," he whined and dragged his words with a cute little pout. She grinned happily, her hands cupping his cheeks. "So we need to get pregnant again after our six week trial."
"What do you know about that?" she questioned with a lot more curiosity this time.
"I've been doing my homework, Mrs. Romero."
"Six week trial?" she smirked.
He rolled his eyes at her, a small grin tugging at his lips. "I don't think I was very fond of that. Six weeks without getting any of this?" he motioned towards her body, causing her to laugh louder this time.
He joined her, laughing with her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Trust me, it's not fun."
"Why?" he pulled back to take a better look at her face while he waited for her to elaborate.
"I'm going to crave sex even more because of my hormones. It'll just get worse when Isabella gets here."
"How could I possibly think that it'll get worse?" he joked. "You're already pretty crazy."
"Try doubling the doze on crazy Norma."
He raised his eyebrows. "No. No thanks."
She laughs a bit more and Alex adores how easy it is to make her laugh, to hear that unique scream of laughter that has become his favorite melody over the years.
"My agony begins but doesn't end after the six week trial. It lasts a lifetime."
She chuckled. "How come?"
"These?" he motions towards her breasts. "These won't be mine anymore. They'll be Isabella's. Do you even know how sad that sounds? How depressing? How cruel?"
"They've been yours for a while, Sheriff," she mumbled between giggles. "You have to share. Don't be greedy, baby."
"I want to be greedy. I am greedy. These are mine," he said annoyed at the thought that he won't be able to tease them anymore after his daughter gets here. He won't be able to kiss them, suck them, bite them the way he wants to. It's simply not fair.
"Are you seriously upset about this?" she asks with a huge smile, pushing his head back a bit to try and read his demeanor. She could see a glint of playfulness in his eyes.
"I love your boobs. I feel like they just put in their two weeks notice and I'm losing them."
"Don't be so melodramatic," she smiled sweetly, her hand brushing his hair back with patience. "I won't breastfeed forever."
"Good point. And you know what else I've noticed?"
"What?"
"That you're not breastfeeding right now."
She grinned coquettishly. "I'm not. Good observation."
"So they're still mine for the time being," he murmured and dipped his head, his mouth reaching for her right breast, her nipple tortured by his warm tongue, the tip of it flicking her pebble with no mercy.
Her hands flew to hold his head in place while she arched her back, the movement pressing her breast more against his face and eager mouth. Her fingers hidden in his silk hair, a low and delicate moan bouncing and radiating off her body effortlessly.
"Are they mine?" he suddenly asked, causing Norma to open her eyes, her pupils terrifically dilated.
"Mm?" her mind was going a hundred miles per hour and she had missed what he just said.
"Are they mine?" he asked again, getting more and more aroused by the passing minute.
"Yes," she managed to respond although her mouth was dry and she was out of breath. "They're yours. All yours."
"All mine?" his tongue darted out and he grazed her rosy nipple very, very slowly; his right hand squeezing it, enjoying the electrifying look on her face.
She pushed her head back against the pillows, the feeling too much but too good to tell him to stop. She didn't want him to stop, she needs him to keep going, to toy with her until they're nothing but two bodies covered in sweat waiting for the sunrise again.
"Yes, baby," she moaned scarcely. "All yours."
He hovered over her body again, his mouth attached to her breast still. She fumbled under him a little, writhing until she was laying fully on her back. Her hands run through his hair as he continued to devour her chest, his warm little tongue creating small circles around her nipple.
She was dying to see him wearing nothing, so she pulled on the fabric of his shirt, hinting him that she wanted it off. He pulled back and she missed his warmth instantly. But she let her eyes dwell over his body, his torso as muscular as ever and she enjoyed knowing he still took care of his body.
He knelled between her legs, his arms crossing over his chest and grabbing onto the hem of his shirt, discarding it immediately. She bit her lip and relished the view she had before her.
He notices her staring and gives her a daring yet flirty little smile. He gives her pajama shorts a couple of tugs, and she raises her hips in order to assist him. Her glare continues to burn him as she bends her legs and he slides the shorts off with ease.
His fingertips brush her soft legs and she shivers under his touch. He haunches in front of her and admires her body. She looks perfect and adorable with her stupendous belly yet so irresistible and appetizing.
"You're so fucking sexy," he smiles amorously. "How did I get so lucky?"
"You have a thing for pregnant women," she grins stating a fact and not asking a question.
He found himself laying of top of her again, his body creating that same barrier between them. He kisses her smiling lips deeply, appreciating the little moan that she lets out quickly followed by a tiny nip to his lip.
"I have a thing for one pregnant woman," he mumbles upon her mouth, his lips still pressed upon her own.
Norma couldn't imagine being with someone more perfect than him. He's the sweetest guy on earth and she couldn't believe he was hers.
Their kiss got a lot more intense quicker than expected, she followed his mouth as he assembled himself behind her, her back now pressed against his chest, his right arm tucked under her head.
His mouth traveled to the side of her neck, his teeth getting hold of her earlobe as he worked to push his pants down with his free hand. She closes her eyes at the feel of his teeth nipping her flesh; she moans and he could feel the resonance on his lips.
Her left hand finds the back of his neck, her fingers pulling lightly his hair. He sets himself free and reaches for her left leg, raising it and hooking it over his own. He continued to nibble on her ear and skin while his hand reached for the massive wetness that implored for attention.
He finds her incredibly wet and has to smile at her obvious state of arousal. Her hips jerked after his touch, his fingertips spreading the wetness all around. She mewled and moaned and gasped, her hand tightening its grip. He rubbed her little bundle of nerves and watched her squirm before his eyes.
His fingers tease her and it isn't until he pinches her little nub lightly, with a barely there pressure, that she loses control.
"Don't," he demands boastfully when she tries to snap her legs closed, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
"Alex!" she whines in a tone that's merely looking for pity and pity only.
"No," he simply says, the movement of his fingers never ceasing.
She pushes her head back, her neck extending and granting him more access. Her moans fill the room and he knows that she is close. She has always loved when he makes her cum with his fingers, and after her libido had spiked up at the beginning of pregnancy, she discovered that the act drives her completely crazy and he knows it; God, he's well aware of it.
Her breathing becomes short and more frequent, her eyes shut and her lip caught between her teeth.
"Baby, please!" she's begging him to go faster, to end her sweet torture.
He licks the side of her neck, sucking faintly when he reaches the flesh connecting her shoulder to her neck. "Are you close?" his voice deep and lascivious.
"Y-yes," she whispers and turns her head, her mouth looking for his own. She holds onto the back of his head and kisses him ferociously, her teeth pulling hard on his lip. "Please, please don't stop," she moans freely, her eyebrows wrinkled in concentration.
He had no intention of doing so, but it was always pleasant and exquisite to hear her begging him not to stop. It made him hear clocks tick backwards all around whenever she talked and begged like this.
"You don't want me to stop?" he challenges with pride, dying to hear her say it again; the motion of his fingers changing rhythm and rubbing roughly her little nub.
And then she couldn't respond because the hunger was rudely snatching her away from him, replacing her with a beast full of concupiscence and longing desire.
"Tell me," he simpered while his fingers tortured deliciously her sensitive spot.
But it was almost impossible to respond, she couldn't hear what he was saying because of the throbbing euphoria ringing in her ears. Her body is rigid and she spreads her legs even wider for him.
His right arm that had been tucked under the pillow and her head, somehow maneuvers her face to the position he wants it in, her blue eyes staring at him.
"Tell me you don't want me to stop," he demands and she closes her eyes, her head pushing back again. He was in her spell, completely at her feet.
"I-I don't wa-" her breath hitches and he pulls her to him again, she was so close. "I don't want you to stop. Please. Please, don't stop. Don't stop."
He grins and kisses her lips, softly, roughly, fast and slow. She kissed him back but only for a little bit; her eyes opened and her savory moans filled the quiet room.
"Yes, yes, right there," she continues to look at him for the last couple of seconds before her body went stiffed and her breathing stopped. Alex continued his ministrations, his lip caught between his teeth as he witnessed his precious goddess enjoy her orgasm.
Her chest heaved relentlessly, her back arching against, her face buried in the pillow. He slowed his movements, almost stopping, and allowed her to create the friction she wanted with the jerk of her hips.
He lowered her leg and simply looked at her with adoration. She was panting loudly as if she had run a mile, but she looked relaxed. She licked her dry lips and knew he was looking at her, she could feel his eyes on her.
She looks over his way and falls in love with him all over again. There he was looking peaceful as ever, staring at her with such tenderness that it made her bones hurt.
"I love you," she tells him this time, her voice soft-spoken and genuine. She grabbed his chin and pulled him to her, kissing softly his lips.
"You always tell me you love me after I make you cum," he comments and she bursts in laughter. His hand automatically come to rest on her stomach, feeling it tense up as she laughs.
He stares at her in bewilderment; a smile coating his face. She looks so good, so carefree. Her rosy cheeks creating small wrinkles as she continues to giggle freely in his arms.
"I always love you a little more every time," she explains, reaching for his mouth again with a huge, flirty smirk.
He smiles, too. "Oh, yeah?"
She swallows his laugh and he does the same. In the midst of it all he's found himself parting her legs again, tucking it back over his own. She knew what that meant and she tilted her body a little, all while she kissed him as if there's no tomorrow.
And just like that, their bodies unite. The gasp at the sudden intrusion, at how good it feels, at how their bodies react to one another. The breath was taken away from her as soon as he gently thrusted inside of her. He reached the hilt and stayed there, their lips touching but not connected. He waited until she inhaled fresh air into her lungs to move again, gradually removing inch by inch out of her only to penetrate her again when she least expected it.
It was as the sexiest thing to him, listening to the rhythm of her breath as he continued his sweet assault. She was so tight, and so wet—it was maddening.
Alex knew the pace he had set for them was all she could handle right now, and it was fine with him. Gone were the days when they would have rough, steamy sex. When she'd be laying on her stomach and he was on top and she begged and begged to be slapped on the ass. Gone were the nights they would do in the kitchen leaning against the stove. And let's not talk about the time they did it three times in the dusty basement.
Things were different now and they had to bring it down a notch. Their love making consisted on Norma laying on her side, never on top and he was fine with that. Alex had to wait until she felt like being intimate, allowing her to decide when and where.
He was understanding and never dared to touch her if she didn't want to be touched. He never questioned her either and it made Norma fall for him more and more every time. If only she could have met him sooner in life; if only.
"Are you okay?" he asks suddenly, ceasing his movements only a bit.
She closes her eyes and leans her forehead against his.
"Yes, my love," she smiles at his care, his perfect generosity.
"I'm not being too rough?"
"No," she promises with a full heart.
"Are you sure?" he couldn't go slower even if he wanted to and Norma had to smile at his insistence of knowing if he was hurting her or not.
"I promise," she whimpers softly as he continues to create that perfect friction inside of her.
He takes her word for it, kissing her lips and swallowing her tiny pants and moans. His right hand squeezes her breast as his left one holds tight to her thigh, keeping her imminent to him.
Alex kisses her neck as she extends it gladly, burying her head in the crook of his own neck, her head pushed back and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
"You're so wet," he mumbles hotly, knowing how much she likes when he's vocal during intimacy.
She moans louder as she registers the passion in his voice, the needy tone to it, how good it sounds. And she was close but so was he. She enclosed around him deliciously, wrapping him up in explicit bliss, daring to take him under.
"Baby, faster, please," her voice soft and hopeful, somehow wanting to convince him of speeding up when she knew he wouldn't budge.
"No," he simply states, his hips preserving their rhythm.
"Please!" she childishly begs, her left hand flying out to hold the back of his head.
"No," he says again, nipping lightly her sweet skin and maintaining his tempo.
"Please," she begs again, turning her head to the left, connecting their lips.
"You know better than that," Alex breaks the kiss, scolding her weakly.
"But I want you to go faster," she sounds so pure and persuasive that he almost granted her wishes.
Alex knew better than to let the passion and want for his wife control the way he makes love to her. Yes, wanted to give her what she wants; anything she asks for. But this is all she could handle right now and he knew that.
"No," he says firmly, thrusting into her deeper this time and knocking the air out of her lungs again. He smiles gloriously at her reaction and does it again. She lets out a loud shriek, one of pure enjoyment and he did it again.
This is how he's going to make her cum.
"Yes, like that," he smiles at how fast she had forgotten that she wanted him to go faster and simply opted to accept his ways.
"You want me to go faster?"
"No," she responds with concentration, her little eyebrows furrowed, her lip caught between her teeth.
He grins and nibbles her earlobe. This is it.
What a delicacy to feel her tighten around him after every thrust; after every deep plunge. Her moans, her flushed skin, her hot figure and the position he had her in suddenly became too much. He let out a low groan; moaning softly into her ear.
Her breathing quickened and he started to feel that familiar tightness in the pit of his stomach.
"I'm—"
"Me too, baby," he cut her off, his voice frail and far more needy that he had intended. Then Norma pushed back against him at the same time he throbbed inside of her and it drove them insane. "Fuck!"
"Do it again," he demands and she complies, pushing back into him and halting the movement of his hips. He lets her, he stays still as he watches her push against him on her own, adding to it a little whirl of her hips.
"Yes," he murmurs strenuously, watching as she continued to move her hips; his mouth watering at the heavenly sight. "Yes."
It took her three more plunges and the tightness and succulent friction took them both to a land of self-indulgence. He spills inside of her as she trembles in his arms, her second orgasm making her spasm in delight and utter supremacy.
He jerks his hips a little more, lowering her leg since he's not physically capable to continue to hold it for her. Their bodies sweaty and weak, hot and electrifying. He holds her tightly to him, their bodies mingling together. His hands rests comfortably on her stomach, and his lips kiss her ear with much tenderness and she runs her fingers through his dark hair.
"Do you love me a little bit more now?" he mumbles quietly, making her smile.
"Like never before, Sheriff."