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The door slammed shut behind them and he was pressed against it before he could stop her, her lips finding his once again. She nipped at his lip and he groaned, his hands coming up to brush against her damp curls before he could catch himself. He was determined to let her set the pace this time, to only touch her when she touched him but that little tug at his lip had his control wavering and he found himself tangling his hands in her hair before he could regain his cool. It's ok, he thought. Her hair is safe. It's a safe zone.
His best-laid-plans were erased though as she rubbed her body against his, and reached to cover his hands, sliding them down to her breasts. He tried to compare this to their last time together. He had had that same out-of-control feeling back then, but it was different this time - She was directing him, guiding his hands to where she wanted them. So he obliged, letting her slide his hands down her body, gently squeezing when they came to rest on her chest, letting his thumbs brush over where he felt her nipples harden under her bra.
She sighed heavily, her breath hot against his cheek, and Alex hated that he analysed the sound, straining to hear the credibility in her soft sighs.
Her hands left where they had been covering his own, reaching back up to toy with the hair at the back of his neck, as she kissed him passionately again, her tongue sliding against his.
She took a step back from where she had been crowding him against the door, letting him follow her as she edged towards the bed. Her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she sat down abruptly, tearing her mouth away from his suddenly.
Gazing up at him, she bit her lip coyly, letting her hands slide back along the sheets to lean back. There was a pause that felt like hours to Romero where he tried to figure out what she wanted, since he had been intent on letting her set the pace, and she seemed to be leaning back on the bed like some silent question he had yet to figure out.
As if she read his mind, she scooted up the bed, further away from him, her gaze still seductive as she gazed at him.
"Take your shirt off." She said suddenly, her knee absently swaying back and forth as she continued to laze back casually.
He obliged quickly, because he would never consider not doing as she asked. Tossing his wet shirt aside, he smiled somewhat awkwardly as her eyes raked up and down his torso, biting her lip to suppress a smile.
"Now the pants." She demanded, sitting up properly this time, clearly enjoying this. He rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't loving every second of being under her control, before undoing and shedding his pants, pulling his shoes and socks off at the same time.
If he felt at all uncomfortable at standing in his boxers in front of the fully dressed Norma, he didn't show it, fixing her with a warm smile whilst silently flexing every muscle he could.
"Not bad, Sheriff." She smirked at him, not wanting to let it go to his head. Her index finger unconsciously found it's way to her mouth, and she tapped on her lip for a minute before gently biting it between her teeth. He grinned a little as he watched her chew her finger, as she regarded him thoughtfully, her subconscious action giving away more about her arousal levels than she wanted to.
She observed him deliberately for a few more seconds, before withdrawing her finger and cocking her head at him, licking her suddenly dry lips.
"Back up." She whispered gently, and he wasn't sure what she meant for a moment. "Stand over there." She pointed behind him and he obeyed, taking a few steps back till there were a few feet between him and the bed. To his credit, if he was at all disgruntled at taking her orders, he didn't let on, standing there obediently as she slid to the edge of the bed, rising to stand very slowly, like she still didn't quite trust him.
She licked her lips, though it seemed more of a nervous gesture this time. Her hands rose very slowly, drifting to behind her neck, before pausing for a moment. She took a deep, shaky breath that broke his heart a little, before undoing the ribbon that tied the halterneck of her dress in a sudden motion that she seemed to have to talk herself into.
The top half of her dress fluttered down, the material gathering at the waist and she let her hands drop down, flexing her fingers nervously, waiting for his reaction.
He allowed himself to glance at her breasts, now only clad in an intricate strapless construction of cornflower blue satin and lace, gasping as how perfect she was. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to touch her, but not daring to until she allowed it.
She had stared at him when she released the violet ribbon, making him feel strangely self conscious when he had inevitably stared at her chest, but her gaze drew his eyes back up to her face. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes intense as she reached behind her to undo the zip before she hesitated, spinning away from him suddenly, letting her hands drop back down to her sides.
"Can you...?" She murmured huskily, glancing over her shoulder at him, and he lurched forward as he realised what she meant. His hands shook as he reached for her, rubbing his clammy palms together before he tentatively took hold of the zip, pulling it down slowly, trying to avoid touching her skin.
He stepped closer without thinking, not being able to help himself, his fingertips drifting gently along the exposed skin he was revealing as he reached the bottom of the zip. She shivered as his fingers gently trailed along her spine and he froze, remembering himself for a second. He wasn't supposed to touch her until she told him to.
As if reading his mind, she reached behind her, running her hand over the back of his neck, and he complied with her unspoken request, pressing a line of soft kisses along her shoulder, the backs of his knuckles stroking up her spine. Her head dropped back, giving him better access as he continued to brush his lips tenderly against her neck, sweeping her hair to the side.
She gasped softly as his hand drifted from her back to rest gently on her waist, his lips still caressing the soft skin right under her ear, and she stepped away from him abruptly, spinning in place and hooking her thumbs into the sides of her loosened dress to push it over her hips. The material gave way and slid to the floor in a pool of amethyst pleats, revealing matching lace panties and miles of pale leg.
Don't gulp, he told himself. You're not a teenager. You've seen girls in their underwear before.
He gulped, powerless to stop himself, and she smiled, not a full smile, just a pleased tug of her lips that made him glad he'd not been able to hide his reaction.
His gaze slid down to the scar on her thigh before he could stop himself and he immediately hated himself as he saw her expression crumple when she noticed.
"I don't want to talk about that." She said suddenly, her hand twitching involuntarily to half cover it.
He nodded, saddened by her reluctance to open up. He didn't know if she noticed his reaction and read his mind, or corrected herself by herself, but she continued, her tone much softened.
"Not right now. I don't want to talk about it yet." She added softly, her hand still half-splayed across her scar, the other hanging limply by her side.
"That's ok." He said, quickly. She had shared more with than him that she had probably shared with anyone in twenty years. She didn't owe him anything.
There was a pause, where she regarded him curiously, her hand slowly shifting from covering her scar.
"I got shot." He said suddenly, as if she didn't know, pointing at his own scar.
"I know. You made a big thing of it." She rolled her eyes casually, as if they weren't standing in their underwear in front of each other.
"Made a big thing of it!" He repeated back to her. "Made a big thing out of it! Honestly!" He said incredulously, though a smile pulled at his lips.
She rolled her eyes, smiling at him before bending slightly to press a soft kiss against his scar.
"Poor baby." She muttered, before pressing another kiss against the puckered skin there. He gasped lightly at the feel of her lips pressing against him, trying to control his reaction.
She straightened suddenly, cocking her head to the side and looking at him curiously.
"Do you want to touch me?" She asked suddenly, no subtext to her question.
Alex paused for a second, taking a steadying breath before answering.
"Yes." He was secretly pleased at how clearly he had answered her, focusing on making his fingers lay still, knowing it wasn't an invitation.
"Why?" Her question was a challenge, and one that he didn't know how to answer. His body ached to be against hers, especially as she stood there almost bare to him, her fingers flexing at his sides telling him how much he wanted to reach out.
Because you're beautiful.
Because I want you.
"Because I love you." He said, meaning every word. Her mouth fell open, her smile frozen in place. "And I'd like to show you." He added, noticing the way her breath hitched in her throat, trying to hide her responses and failing miserably.
She blinked several times, at least ten times faster than usual, her tongue wetting her lip before she could process it.
"Alright." She muttered, and he wasn't sure if she was speaking to him or herself.
"Ok." She added, clearer this time, and if he was waiting for a clearer acceptance than that, he'd be waiting a long time. She reached forward, grasping his hesitant hands, wrapping them round her waist before he could protest.
"Ahhh..."
She kissed him as she pulled him flush against her body, her hands guiding his to the curve of her waist. She let him manoeuvre his hands to her hips, before letting them glide to the soft curve of her ass, pulling her against him gently. Her lips worked against his, letting her tongue set the pace.
He followed her slow intense pace for a few moments, until she disentangled herself from his touch, taking a sudden step back. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, letting it slip from her body, leaving her bare to him. His eyes hungrily raked her all in as she coquettishly dropped one hip, smiling at him. She turned before he could touch her again and crawled back across the bed, laying herself down demurely on the pillows and batting her eyelashes at him.
"What are you waiting for?" She murmured huskily, as he stood stationery at the side of the bed. He needed no more invitation than that, immediately clambering across to her, remembering to keep his movements slow so as not to startle her. Crawling over to her, he couldn't help but notice the little hitch in her breath as his body came back into contact with hers. He wanted it to be arousal but he wasn't entirely sure, especially as she wound her arm around his neck to pull him down for another kiss, her palm clammy against his back.
He gently lowered his weight down, choosing to lie to her side, instead of on top of her, letting his hand rest lightly on her stomach. Her muscles were tense under his fingers and he pulled back to look at her for a second, trying to figure out if she was still ok. She gave nothing away with her expression, as her hand moved to cover his again, sliding it up to cup her breast.
He kissed her again, touching her reverently, as she arched her back into his touch, sighing into his mouth. He grinned into the kiss, shifting his weight slightly to get more comfortable, his erection brushing against her thigh as he did so. She froze, letting out a little gasp, her body tensing up again under his touch.
Pulling away from the kiss, he opened his mouth to ask if she was ok, but she cut him off before he could speak.
"I changed my mind." She said suddenly. His hand immediately withdrew from her chest, hovering awkwardly. "I don't want to do this anymore." She stated emotionlessly, her eyes darting wildly around his face.
He sighed sadly, but immediately started to pull away, rolling away from her, before her hand shot out to stop him. She grasped his shoulder, pulling him back to look at her.
"Wait! I... I just wanted..." She started, looking down, avoiding his confused expression. "I just wanted to make sure you'd stop if I said so."
"Don't say things like that." He said before he could stop himself. She dragged her gaze back up to meet his eyes, her expression so broken and uncertain he wanted to leave right there and then and hunt down anyone who had ever hurt her.
"I'm sorry." She said, automatically, as his hand came up to cup her cheek gently. She made a noise of frustration and flopped back on the pillow dramatically. "Ugh, I'm sorry." She repeated, more forcefully, clearly annoyed with herself, closing her eyes and resting the back of her hand across her face.
The moment was gone, the tone ruined, all for a burst of momentary panic. It wasn't even a real panic - She knew Alex would never hurt her, but she'd had a sudden sense of being out of control and vulnerable, a feeling she wasn't used to experiencing. She was preparing to apologise again, to try and explain to him that she wasn't playing games, when she felt his lips gently brush across her cheek. She froze as he planted a soft kiss against her cheek, then another on her jaw, then another on the side of her neck, sending tingles down her spine to her toes.
There was a pause, and she felt him shift next to her on the bed, and then his lips were back on her throat, at a slightly different angle this time. Her hand was still flung across her eyes, but she guessed he was leaning up on his elbow to get better access as he pressed the softest, most gentle kisses against the column of her throat, down to her collarbone. He didn't touch her anywhere else, and seemed to be making a conscious effort to stop his body from brushing against hers at all, and she smiled, knowing he'd see it. He withdrew for a moment, and then he kissed the palm of her outstretched hand where it lay across her face. His hand slid into hers, and she let him pull her hand away from her face, finally letting her eyes flutter open.
"Hi." She said quietly, blinking up at him a few times, smiling innocently at him.
"Hi." He grinned back at her, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.
They just looked at each other for what felt like a long time, till Alex's neck started to hurt from the way he was contorting his body to stop from touching her. Eventually, her hand snaked it's way back round the back of his neck and she tried to pull him down to kiss him, frowning when he resisted.
"No, no. It's ok. I don't-" He started, pulling his head back to regard her seriously. "We don't have to-"
She tutted and sighed, rolling her eyes at him, and pulled him down with a surprising strength to meet her lips once more.
"I want to." She murmured against his mouth. He paused, like he didn't believe her. "I do." She reiterated, wriggling closer to him, closing the awkward gap between them to illustrate her point. He kissed her back half-heartedly, like he still wasn't quite sure, narrowing his eyes at her between kisses.
Sighing again, she tried to explain, not really knowing what to say, when she didn't really understand her own feelings herself.
"I... can't promise not to freak out again, but it doesn't mean I don't want to do this. Trust me. I do. I want to." She cast her eyes down, focusing on a tiny mole on his chest, not realising how she had started to arch her body against his during the last few words. It definitely sold her point a little better and he felt himself relax a little, allowing his hand to drift down to delicately rest on the curve of her waist. She didn't flinch at his touch, which he took as a good sign.
"I get a little panicky when I feel... vulnerable." She said quietly, as his thumb stroked soothing circles against her hip bone.
"Me too." He admitted, watching her eyes widen as she smiled shyly at him.
He rolled away from her suddenly, smoothly jumping off the bed to stand and face her. There was a devilish glint in his eye, and she sat up, frowning at him curiously.
"So..." he began awkwardly. "This is me..." His hands found their way to the sides of his boxers. "...being vulnerable." He finished with a flourish, pushing his boxers to his feet, standing in front of her naked. She giggled and her hands automatically came to cover her eyes for a second, feeling a little overwhelmed by the unexpected moment.
If he was at all upset by her little giggle, he didn't show it, smiling confidently back at her, watching her reactions as her hands slid from her eyes. She let her gaze travel lazily down his body, taking it all in, her teeth unconsciously pulling at her bottom lip as her eyeline lingered on his erection that now bobbed free. She licked her lips, her breath hitching, enjoying the effect she was having on him. There was something strangely powerful about having that power over someone. Alex was thinking the same thing, equally enjoying watching the reaction he was having on her, observing her as her breath quickened, her thighs unconsciously rubbing together, her nipples hardening under his gaze. She knelt up on the bed abruptly, her eyes meeting his.
"Let's be vulnerable together then." She muttered, reaching down to wiggle out of her underwear, flicking them backwards with her legs till she was kneeling naked in front of him. A beat passed between them and he wanted to laugh at how cheesy her line was, but felt that would be the wrong thing to do under the circumstances. This beautiful, fragile creature, a woman who mere weeks ago wouldn't even take her dress off to have sex with him was sitting before him, trusting him with her body in a way she probably hadn't with anyone in years.
She giggled suddenly, breaking his reverie.
"Well, that was cheesy, huh?"
He nodded, grinning back at her as if they weren't both completely naked, until their eyes met again and something shifted between them. She held her hands out to him, and it was all the invitation he needed, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat, gently laying her back on the bed. His body covered hers as he kissed her deeply, holding his weight off her, his hands tangling in her curls. Her arms wound around his back, pulling his body flush against hers, gasping into his mouth as his erection pressed against her thigh. Her fear was gone though, this time, and she let her legs drop open, rubbing her ankles against the back of his calves, pulling him against her. Her head dropped back as he brushed against her core, and he took the opportunity to kiss her neck, letting his teeth graze her collarbone.
Her hand snaked it's way between them, grasping him lightly.
"Slow down," he murmured, smiling against her neck.
"Come on." She whined, using her hand to line him up. Her back arched up, pressing him against her entrance, trying to tempt him.
He paused. Every muscle in his body ached to slam into her, but he had wanted to take it so slow this time, treat her to every pleasure he could think of before even contemplating his own release. But, as she rubbed herself wantonly against him, her hand still wrapped around him, pressing him against her wet heat, he wasn't sure he could resist.
"Don't make me beg." She whispered against his ear, and he groaned, his hips surging forward an inch before he could control them. She gasped at little at the sudden intrusion, but it wasn't the same tense, uncomfortable sound as last time, and she hooked her legs behind him to pull him in closer, hissing as he slid deeper.
He paused for a moment, releasing a steadying breath, preparing himself for whatever her face might tell him when he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were open this time and she had a smug, dreamy grin on her face, as if she knew he would be staring at her, checking her every reaction.
Moving very slowly, he pulled out, thrusting gently into her again, intently checking her face for any signs of distress. He saw none, watching as her eyes fluttered shut, her neck extending as her head fell back onto the pillows.
His head dropped down to her neck, resuming the peppering of soft kisses he could already tell she loved, rewarded with a soft moan. Assured that she was in no distress, he began to move in earnest now, keeping his pace as slow and gentle as he could bear, relishing the soft sighs filling his ears.
Her thighs came up to rest on either side of his hips, her hands moved to lightly grip his shoulders, and they moved together, his lips finding hers again, pressing against hers insistently. He kissed her roughly, his body rocking against hers, before dropping his lips to her neck again, noticing she had grown quieter, her sighs barely audible now. Frowning, he pulled back to look at her, displeased when he saw her face was almost neutral, her eyes flicking up to stare at him blankly for a split second before she rearranged her face into a dreamy smile. It was too late though. He had seen, and he stilled his movements, sighing heavily, as she frowned in confusion at him.
"You ok?" He whispered against her cheek, and she took a deep breath before giving a tiny nod of her head. Her hands drifted from his shoulders to stroke down the backs of his arms, where they were resting either side of her head. He was still for a moment, gazing down at her uncertainly while he tried to figure out what to do. The urge to pull out of her was overwhelming, but she bit her lip, her gaze flitting from his eyes to his lips and he wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stop. She looked back up at him, her expression tense and unsure, like she wasn't sure what she wanted him to do either.
"How about..." He started hesitantly, his hand moving from the pillow to trail down her side, coming to rest on her hip. "...we put you..." His hand slid down further, curling around her thigh, his fingers pressing into her flesh, holding her against him. "...in the driver's seat?" He finished, rolling them suddenly so that she was atop of him, trying to read her shrill gasp at the movement.
His hands moved to either side of her face, with the intention of pulling her back to look at her, gauging her reaction, but she rocked against him before he had chance. His head dropped back, his fingers tangling in her hair and all thoughts were gone from his head, as she rolled her hips tantalisingly slowly, letting out a soft moan.
"Better?" He ground out, as her hands found his shoulders, bracing herself as she moved above him.
"Mmm hmm." She murmured, digging her nails into his shoulders as she bucked against him. His hands trailed down her back, coming to rest on her tailbone, holding her in place while he bent his knees to thrust up into her. She let out a mewl, not of discomfort, but of slight annoyance, her hand shooting back to push his knees back down.
"No..." She murmured, leaning back to flatten his knees back, frowning at him. He breathed out a soft laugh, holding his hands out in mock surrender, before sliding them up her thighs again, resting them lightly on her hips as she set up a slow, torturous pace.
He was content to let her though, watching in fascination as her eyes drifted shut, her breasts bouncing as her chest heaved, biting her lip into her mouth to stifle the series of moans that threatened to fill the room.
Feeling his gaze on her face, her eyes sprung open, smiling down at him breathlessly, before reaching down to slide his hands up to cup her breasts. He complied, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, pleased when her breath hitched in her throat, her movements faltering for a second before she resumed, her pace increasing.
He pulled her down to kiss her again, his hands either side of her face, really just needing an excuse to close his eyes for a moment to regain his composure. The sight of her squirming above him, the weight of her small breasts filling his hands, the sounds of her muffled moans filling his ears were almost too much for him, and he slowed her for a moment, kissing her frantically before she pulled away, sitting back up and pulling him up with her.
Her movements continued, faster and more frenzied now, their new position driving him deeper every time she sank down, her thighs trembling. His hands wrapped around her back, holding her against him, one hand rising to tangle in the hair at the back of her neck, the other drifting down to cup her ass, urging her on as her hips continued their hurried pace.
She kissed him sloppily, before pressing open mouthed kisses against his jaw, his shoulder, his throat, anywhere her lips could reach as she bounced, her soft moans turning into strangled cries as he felt her body tighten around him.
She grew almost silent for a moment, holding her breath as she snapped her hips back and forth furiously a few more times, digging her finger tips into his shoulders. Alex was briefly concerned at her silence, leaning back just in time to watch her face contort with pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut, her whole body trembling. She clung to him desperately, her nails raking from his shoulders down his arms as she let out a long, ragged moan, an almost surprised sound as she bucked feebly against him a few more times before he fell back, letting her collapse bonelessly on top of him.
She didn't protest this time when he raised his knees up, using them to thrust up into her a few more times, before finding his own release only moments later, groaning against her shoulder, enjoying the soft mewling sounds she made as the aftershocks of her own orgasm continued to shudder through her.
They lay still for a while, panting breathlessly, the sweat cooling on their bodies, his hands stroking gently up and down her back, enjoying the occasional shiver that ran through her still. She was so still on top of him, her breathing so even in his ear, that he started to wonder if she had passed out.
"Are you dead?" He whispered, glad when he felt her breath out a little laugh. She pushed herself up on shaking arms to gaze dreamily down at him.
"Almost." She whispered back, hissing softly when she raised herself off of him, their bodies disentangling, flopping down next to him on the bed.
It took every ounce of strength he had to pull his weak body up for a moment, reaching towards the end of the bed for the sheet, before dropping back to the pillows, covering them both with the sheet.
"Thanks." She murmured, already sounding half asleep, letting him pull the sheet up to her chest and take her hand gently in his own.
She curled half onto her side, facing away from him, her eyes flickering open for a moment to stare at the door, a smile playing on her lips.
"I'm back on the side closest to the door." She grumbled quietly, feeling him chuckle behind her, his grip on her hand tightening.
"I do not have the strength to drag you to this side of the bed right now." He murmured back, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
He rolled over, curling his body around hers, letting her pull their entwined hands against her chest.
"That's ok. I'll scare off the monsters tonight..." She trailed off into a yawn, then, seconds later, her deep even breathing that told him she was asleep.
Pressing himself even more snugly against her back, he felt unconsciousness pulling at him too, and fell into the deepest and most peaceful sleep he had had in years.
Was it... Was it ok? Was it good for you? ;)
Hope you liked the first of many shagging chapters. Reviews are life! Thank you for your comments and reviews for the last coupla chapters. I'm really coming to look forward to the conversations I always end up having with some of my regular reviewers! You guys really are the best and it's just lovely to be able to chat to you all.
Anyhoo, I've starting writing a one shot about what could have happened if Bob Paris caught Norma with Alex at The Arcanum Club and mistook her for a call girl and it's just shameless smutty silliness so let me know how you feel about that. It should be finished soon, so that will be coming soon, so add me to your authors list if that sounds like the kind of ridiculous shag-centric filth you might like to read. :)
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