Alex awoke to the feeling of Norma slipping out of his arms gingerly, letting his eyes flicker open to watch as she slid gently from the bed and tip toed over to their bag. He watched her hungrily as she bent over, pulling something out and straightening up, sliding his old, faded green plaid shirt on. He smiled as she straightened out the collar, doing up a few of the buttons.
"I wondered why you packed that." He said suddenly, his voice groggy, and she whirled round in surprise, grinning sheepishly at him.
"I've never seen you in my clothes." He mused thoughtfully, letting his gaze drift down her body, taking in the flash of mint green lace peeking out from between the dangerously low buttons, watching as her hands tugged nervously at where the hem skimmed the tops of her thighs. She had never really needed to wear his clothes. They weren't 20-something's having one night stands - From day one of their relationship, they had been in her home, her own clothing and nightwear easily available and she would have felt foolish donning his clothes when her own were only a few feet away. That didn't stop her from sometimes gazing at his long, worn-in plaid shirts, having the strange urge to slip one on instead of her normal, feminine nightwear. So, on a whim, she had grabbed his oldest, softest shirt from his closet. From the way he was looking at her, his eyes sliding hungrily up and down her body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, she was glad she did.
She coquettishly dropped her weight onto one hip, rubbing her bare foot against her ankle, letting her fingers trail from the collar along the buttons, pulling it open just a quarter of an inch more, giving him a tantalising peek of her cleavage there.
"Come here." He muttered huskily, holding out his hands to her. She padded over to him, clambering up onto the bed, crawling across to him. He sat up as she reached him, flipping her over and rolling himself half on top of her. She squealed and giggled at the action, throwing her head back and laughing, leaving her throat bare to him. He took the opportunity, letting his head drop to her neck, pressing gentle, fluttering kisses there, pleased when her giggles subsided into soft gasps. Her fingers ran through his hair, as he kissed a path along her neck, tugging his shirt to the side to press his lips against her collarbone.
"Ahh.." She breathed out, her whole body jerking as he trailed his nails down her side, scratching lightly along the fabric and then down along her bare thigh. He stilled, gazing down at her, watching as her eyes fluttered open, leaning in to press a teasing kiss against her lips. He smirked as she craned her neck up to him as he pulled away, trying to reach his lips again.
"Plenty of time for that, Mrs Romero." He whispered, smirking at her and pulling back suddenly, grasping her hand and pulling her up with him.
She tutted and rolled her eyes, rising gracefully off the bed, frowning as he crossed over to the bag.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked haughtily as he whirled round with a t shirt and jeans hanging limply from his hands. He held them out to show her, confused.
"I'm... I'm getting dressed."
She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head incredulously at him like he was being ridiculous.
"Well, that's not very in-keeping with the theme of the weekend, is it?" She said, her tone completely deadpan. He smirked at her, rolling his eyes, casting his eyes towards the window, gesturing broadly at the cold day outside of it.
"We're in the mountains, Norma. It's like, 40 degrees out there."
She glanced towards the still-closed curtains in mild surprise, like she hadn't been aware of how high up they were, before flicking her gaze back to him, nodding lightly. She stalked towards him, surprising him when she grabbed the jeans out of his hand, throwing them to the ground with a sudden flick of her wrist.
"I will allow the t-shirt." She said, smirking as he shook his head at her, pulling the black t shirt over his head.
"That's very gracious of you." He joked, before grabbing her hand, tugging her back out into the living area. She gazed around it, forgetting how beautiful it was, since she had been too bone tired last night to properly take it in.
"Do you own this?" She asked tentatively, running her hand over the plush suede sofa.
"The couch or the cabin?" He laughed, as he watched her.
"Both." She span to look back at him, her eyes widening as he nodded sheepishly.
"When were you planning on telling me you were a millionaire? Were you waiting to make sure I was in it for the long haul?" She teased and he passed by her, leaning in close.
"Oh I know you're in for the long haul." He whispered arrogantly, letting his fingers trail across her hip as he passed.
"And I'm not a millionaire." He corrected, his tone back to normal, as Norma shook herself to cover up her reaction to his fingers trailing across her so lightly.
He patted the timber panelling reassuringly, smiling around the old building.
"It's been in my family for years. When my grandfather owned it, it was just this one room, just a simple hunting lodge. And then my dad extended it out that way-" He jerked his head at the big set of wooden doors at the end of the living area. "I guess he wanted to make it more homely, maybe bring my mom out here..." His voice trailed off and he cleared his suddenly groggy throat, feeling her come up next to him. She smiled up at him sadly, wrapping her hand around the crook of his elbow.
"But she was never really well enough. Me and my dad came out here a coupla times though. Did a little hunting. Mostly just fished though." He shrugged suddenly, cutting off his nostalgic tone. "That was before... things got bad. I drove out here a few times as a teenager but I haven't been here in years." He said simply, stepping away from her and rubbing his hand through his hair.
"Anyway, he passed the deeds on to me when my mom died." He stated matter of factly. "I... didn't really want it, so I had it done up, redecorated it and started renting it out. I haven't even thought about the place in forever." He finally cast his gaze back to her, taking in the sad way she was staring at him, like he had just revealed more than he had revealed in all the time she'd known him put together. He probably had.
"Till last night." She breathed out.
"Till last night." He repeated gently, letting her take his hand and pull him towards her.
"I wanted to take you somewhere away from everything." He said quietly, as she backed up slowly, the backs of her thighs hitting the arm of the couch. "Somewhere where it could just be me and you." He walked with her, coming to a stop right in front of her, his voice lowering. "Away from other people. Away from worries. Away from-"
"Everything." She finished for him, letting him lean in to kiss her, pulling away before his lips could make contact and sinking down slowly on the edge of the couch, smirking as his lips tried to follow her, craning his neck down.
She let herself flop back suddenly, reaching out to grab his shirt as she fell, pulling him heavily on top of her as she stretched back out along the cushions.
"Ah!" He huffed out in surprise at the sudden movement, having no time to regroup as she leaned up to breathlessly kiss him, laughing softly against his lips.
There was a quiet noise from the doorway, the sound of a key being turned and they froze, breaking apart and staring at each other in shock, before a bright voice rang out from the doorway.
"Hola!"
Norma shoved Alex back suddenly, pushing him off her, back to the other side of the couch, while she shuffled up awkwardly, peeking her head over the top of it to smile nervously at the mature, hispanic woman standing in the doorway.
Alex didn't seem entirely surprised to see her, raising gracefully from his seat and crossing over to her, apparently not ashamed to be in a t-shirt and boxers in front of this woman. Norma watched, dumbstruck as Alex smiled widely, pressing a soft kiss against the woman's cheek and murmuring a soft hello. Remembering her manners, Norma jumped up, her hands desperately clutching the hemline of Alex's shirt, trying to tug it down to cover her thighs, padding over to them.
"Hi!" She trilled, leaning around Alex to greet the woman, who smiled sweetly at her, looking her up and down without any sort of judgement in her eyes. She was tiny and plump and older, her olive skin dotted with a collection of fine wrinkles and laughter lines that told of a life well lived, and that Norma thought were beautiful. Dark, chocolate eyes swept up and down Norma's attire, turning her attention back to Alex for a second to smirk at him, raising her eyebrows pointedly.
"Norma, this is Rosa." His voice was filled with warmth and pride, wrapping his arm around Norma, his other hand still holding onto the older woman's hand. "She's runs this place for me while I'm not here."
"Pssht! Runs this place?" She questioned, in slightly accented english. "I knew this one since he was knee high to a goose! His dad used to employ me to clean this place after they came out here."
Alex shifted uncomfortably, and Norma frowned, wondering why.
"From housekeeper to manager and it only took 30 years!" She said, no trace of bitterness in her voice, and Norma smiled at her, already liking Rosa.
Alex tightened his grip around Norma's shoulders, shoving her forward a little.
"Rosa, this is Norma. My wife."
"So the rumours are true? Alex Romero took a wife?" She teased lightly, before she turned back to Norma, grasping her outstretched hand in both of hers.
"It's a pleasure, Norma." She said, her accent coming through more when she smiled, making Norma smile back sweetly, before casting her head down to glance embarrassedly at their attire.
"I'm sorry about-"
Rosa cut her off, grasping her hands in hers and holding them out to the sides, giving her a good look up and down.
"Oh pish." She said quickly. "If I looked like you, I'd never wear pants either."
Norma blushed, casting her eyes down shyly, still embarrassed at the state they had been caught in, feeling like horny teenagers, not grown adults.
"Besides, I've seen worse from this one." She said in a stage whisper, jerking her head at Alex who looked suitably mortified.
Norma's mouth dropped open and she flicked her head to him, raising one quizzical eyebrow. He ignored her, and Rosa finally dropped her hands from Norma's, letting her fingers come back to tugging on the fabric of Alex's shirt, feeling somehow more comfortable if it at least looked like she was trying to cover herself. Rosa reached behind her, brushing the frizzy baby hairs that were escaping her bun away from her face as she held up a couple of brown paper bags.
"I brought groceries."
"Oh thank you!" Norma beamed gratefully at her, reaching to take the overfilled bags out of the older woman's hands. They hadn't even thought about food, but she just now realised how hungry she was, her stomach twisting and aching at the sight of food.
"Alexander!" Rosa chastised, resisting as Norma reached for the heavy bags. "You gonna let your wife do the heavy lifting?"
He sprang forwards, suitably admonished, obediently taking the larger, heavier bag and trotting off to the kitchen, pushing open the large set of panelled doors to reveal a huge kitchen area, with french windows at one end. Beyond that, was a decked area which seemed to run around the whole edge of the building, and beyond that was the view. Norma gasped, finally taking in where they were, finally understanding why Alex had brought her here, taking a few shaky steps across the room, to press her finger tips against the glass, her eyes darting around wildly to take it all in. Their decked veranda was overlooking the lake, close enough that Norma could throw a stone into it if she had a stone. Around the clear, tranquil lake, pine trees closed in around them, fading out of view down the sides of the slope that seemed to veer off dangerously around the edge of their private little peak, revealing a border of snow capped mountains that stretched as far as she could see.
Tearing her eyes away from the scenery, she glanced over her shoulder, watching as Alex took the other bag from Rosa, setting both on the counter and speaking quietly to each other.
"Ella es bonita. Lo hiciste bien. Ella es demasiado delgado sin embargo. Cocinar su una buena cena." Rosa spoke quietly, and Norma averted her gaze, getting the feeling they were talking about her, hoping it was all good, pretending she hadn't heard.
"Me alegro de que como ella. Ella es muy especial para mí." She smiled at Alex's faltering, muttered spanish, feeling him cast a shifty glance over in her direction, before she span round, realising she couldn't pretend to ignore them any longer.
"Ok, well I'm going to go now." Rosa said pointedly, feeling the tension as Norma and Alex gazed longingly at each other.
Norma sprang forwards, reaching for the other woman's hand, surprised when she slapped her hand away and pulled her down for a warm hug. She wasn't expecting it and she wasn't used to it - Wasn't used to the sort of warm, motherly hug from this soft, sweet old woman, a woman who clearly loved Alex and approved of her as his wife. It took her off guard, and she gasped as she relaxed into it, wrapping her arms around her, letting herself wonder if this is what it would be like to have a mother, not really knowing what that would feel like. She inhaled deeply. Rosa smelt like some strange, sweet perfume, something that reminded Norma vaguely of honeysuckle, with a layer of cooking and spices and warmth under it that was strangely comforting to Norma.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Rosa." She said genuinely, finally pulling away.
"You too." Alex was watching with a small smile, letting Rosa pull him down for a peck on the cheek.
Rosa glanced over her shoulder at them both.
"You two have fun, ok?" She said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, pleased when they both blushed and looked away, Alex's hand flying to the small of her back to guide her out.
"You make sure you invite me if you get married again, ok?" She scolded him mildly, and he cast a glance back over his shoulder to where Norma was smiling from the doorway.
"I think this one's gonna stick, Rosa." He said playfully, while Norma beamed from behind him.
"Good. I'm glad to hear it."
She was almost out of the door, when she leaned in close, lowering her tone.
"You tell your papi I said hi." She muttered quietly, and Norma watched as Alex gasped, his eyes flitting to the ground before he nodded tightly and Rosa swept out of the door. In a heartbeat, she realised why Alex's mom had never wanted to come out here, perhaps always suspecting what was going on in this remote cabin. She shook her head, not wanting to pull at that thread, not wanting to spoil things. It was clear Alex loved Rosa, harbouring no resentment towards her, despite anything that may have happened in the past, so she fixed a smile on her face, pretending not to have heard the last comment, sweeping over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Rosa seems nice."
"She is." He agreed, pressing a kiss against her forehead and pulling her to him. They embraced for a moment, content to just stand in each other's arms for a few minutes.
"Hey, what time is it? I left my watch at home." He asked suddenly, glancing out to the bright outdoors. It had been 6:03am the last time he had checked on the car clock last night, and he was disorientated now, not used to not wearing his watch.
She glanced at her watch, her mouth flying open.
"It's nearly 4:00!" She said, shocked. "We slept all day!" She sounded annoyed, pulling back to gaze at him in annoyance, like it was all his fault. He chuckled, feeling slightly wild for having stayed up all night and slept all day.
"When did we last eat?" She said suddenly, her stomach giving out a tiny growl, frowning as she tried to remember. She had been cooking dinner for them when Chick had showed up and her mouth dropped open as she had a thought. "Did I turn the stove off?!"
He chuckled in response at her panicked tone.
"I did." He reassured her, his hands sliding down her back to clasp against her tailbone.
"What a waste." She breathed out sadly, thinking of the meal she had lovingly prepared sitting cold and uneaten on the table, frowning as she thought of the mess she would be coming back to.
"Dylan and Emma ate it." He said mildly and she did a double take at his words.
"I called Dylan. Told him there was a home-cooked meal waiting for him and Emma, as long as they cleaned the kitchen afterwards." He explained, not understanding the shocked, open mouthed expression on her face. It had just seemed like common sense to him. Dylan and Emma needed to eat, and there was a meal going spare, and they needed the kitchen cleaning up before they got home - It had seemed like a no brainer to him, but to Norma, it was everything. He had tied up every loose end she had forgotten, letting her son know where she was, feeding him, and Emma, who she loved and just wanted to see strong again, and making sure their house was spotless when they returned home. It was a simple admission, and one that she could tell had just come as second nature to him, and that just made her love him more. He knew her so well.
"There was a salad in the fridge aswell." She said finally, her tone thoughtful, shrugging lightly. "I hope they found it."
He grinned at her, and she finally pulled out of his arms, making a move towards the kitchen.
"Is it weird to eat dinner now? I'm starved-" She was cut off as he gripped her hand, pulling her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked quietly, and she misread his tone.
"Oh..." She said knowingly, stepping closer towards him. He rolled his eyes.
"No." He said simply, watching as she pouted at him. "I'm gonna make dinner."
She giggled, freezing and trailing off at the hurt look on his face.
"Oh? You're serious?"
He looked around incredulously.
"Just because you never let me cook, doesn't mean I can't cook." He challenged, and she held her hands up in mock surrender.
"Ok, ok. Can I help?"
He shook his head and her face fell.
"Well, what do I do then?" She asked sweetly, casting her eyes around the cabin, not used to having free time on her hands. She was always doing something at home. Always.
"There's a mini book-swap library?" He offered, gesturing at the cabinet behind him, stuffed with beautiful old, worn books. "Just... relax."
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and chuckled at her stricken expression, like he had just told her to punch a baby, not kill an hour of time doing nothing.
It turned out, once she started, Norma was pretty good at doing nothing. She grabbed a book after a lengthy deliberation, and trotted past him in the kitchen, out through the big french doors, still just wearing his shirt and her shoes now, pretending not to even glance at what he was chopping, desperately wanting to correct his chopping technique but managing not to.
She paused in the doorway, the cold hitting her immediately as she froze, staring down with a delighted expression.
"Alex!" She screeched and he was at her side in a heartbeat, the kitchen knife poised as he glanced around wildly, searching for some threat. "There's a hot tub!" She squealed delightedly.
"Yeah. I know." He said obviously. "Rosa's idea. Said it'd bring in the honeymoon crowd."
His tone said that he had protested and that Rosa had been completely right.
"Ohhh." She breathed out sadly all of a sudden. "I didn't bring a bathing suit."
He smirked wickedly at her, leaning in close.
"Me neither. We don't need them."
She gasped innocently as she felt his breath stir her hair.
"But... what if someone sees?"
He grinned, jerking his head towards the small, placid lake, still and empty and silent.
"What? All those crowds of people?" He asked pointedly, glancing at the vast expanse of nothingness that surrounded them. "Let em watch."
She giggled daintily, and edged past the inset jacuzzi to take a seat on the swinging seat on the corner of the veranda, gasping as her bare thighs touched the chilled wood. He disappeared for a second, reappearing with a ridiculously giant faux fur blanket, tucking it around her, watching as she pulled her knees up to the side, letting the seat swing lightly from her weight.
"Warm enough?"
She nodded gratefully, and he retreated back to the kitchen, pausing at the door as she called to him.
"Ooh, Alex?" She said suddenly. "Are you making tea?"
"No." Her face fell. "Would you like me to make tea?" He offered.
"Yes please." She murmured gently, already feeling like she could get used to this "doing nothing" malarky.
Over an hour later, and Norma was firmly engrossed in Tess of the D'urbervilles, an empty mug of camomile tea resting next to her, as one leg firmly planted itself on the floor, rocking herself gently as she read.
The french doors suddenly slid open and Alex appeared, looking slightly frazzled, gazing at her apologetically.
"Dinner is going to be another 40 minutes." He offered humbly, looking guilty.
"That's ok." She assured him, nodding encouragingly, and he disappeared without another word.
Norma sighed, placing her book down, feeling like she needed to go and check on their meal and her frazzled, panicked husband. She rounded the corner to see him crouching in front of the oven, fiddling with the timer, desperately muttering "Cook... Cook!" to something behind the glass doors.
"It's going well then?" She asked lightly and he jumped up, surprised to see her standing there, the blanket still wrapped around her.
"I turned the extractor fan on instead of the oven." He admitted guiltily, glancing accusingly at the series of dials on the front of the oven like it was all their fault. She nodded gently, trying not to be patronising as his face fell, looking deeply upset at the prospect of his dinner going wrong.
"Do you want any help?" She offered mildly, taking a few steps forward, stopping when he shook his head.
"No, no. Just... relax."
She stalked towards him, flinging the blanket from her shoulders and letting it fall to a messy heap behind her.
"I'm tired of relaxing." She said simply, stopping right in front of him, not touching him at all.
"After one hour? You're done with the concept?" He laughed, his smile fading when she continued advancing on him like a predator stalking prey.
She glanced at the digital timer on the oven, watching as the seconds ticked down.
"Looks to me like we have 37 minutes to kill?" She said, her tone casual and innocent, watching as he nodded suddenly at her, keeping his own expression neutral.
"It looks like we do."
"Hm." She breathed out, like they were in quite a quandary. "What to do, what to do-"
She was cut off as he suddenly reached for her, his hands sliding under her ass and hoisting her up onto the table behind her, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
"Not the table!" She admonished. "We're about to eat here!" She pointed out incredulously and he shook his head, rolling his eyes at her, tightening his grip on her ass and sliding her forward. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held onto him as he lifted her smoothly into his arms, her legs wrapping around his back as he carried her. He paused in the doorway, thrusting her up against the doorframe, taking the opportunity to kiss her, swallowing her soft gasps as he pressed her against the wood.
She pulled back, gazing at him dreamily, smiling at him as one hand drifted to graze his cheekbone. He began to move again, his stumbling steps heading towards the bedroom, his pace greatly impeded by the feeling of her lips sucking and licking against his neck. She wrenched her lips away suddenly, glaring at him in irritation.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, frowning at him, and he floundered, not knowing what to say, simply letting his gaze flick through the open door to the welcome, inviting bed. She sighed, rolling her eyes like he was doing something completely ridiculous though he wasn't sure what.
"The rug! The rug!" She muttered insistently, and he frowned at her in confusion before her eyes flicked to the rug in front of the roaring fire he'd built earlier. "The bear skin rug!" She spelled out, incredulously, like it was absurd he had even considered carrying her through to the bedroom.
He obediently trotted over to the poor dead creature, awkwardly struggling to kneel down with her still wrapped around him, his face still mildly confused at her insistence to place her here.
She rolled her eyes at him as he lowered them gently to the floor.
"We're living the Nicholas Sparks cliche, right? So you're supposed to lay me down gently on a bear skin rug in front of the fire?" She explained, like she was making complete sense, though he had no idea what she was talking about.
"Who the hell is Nicholas Sparks?" He asked through gritted teeth as his knees protested slightly as he crouched, flinging one hand out to steady himself, the other holding her tight against him as he leaned forwards.
"Oh boy. We have some movies to watch when we get home!" She promised, and Alex got the feeling he was going to hate every single one of them and that Norma was going to be personally annoyed when he was bored by them.
She opened her mouth to speak again, and he cut her off by depositing her with a light thud against the soft fur, his knees giving out with the last couple of inches.
"This is in very poor taste, you know." She admonished suddenly, flicking her head up to pout at the animal's sad, contorted head just above her.
"It's been here as long as we've had it." He shot back, wanting to appease her as he lowered his body gently onto hers.
"You didn't kill it then?" She challenged, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at him.
"No Norma. I did not kill this 7 foot grizzly bear myself." He lowered his head to her neck, feeling her whole body relax as he said those words. Apparently, it was important to her that he wasn't a bear-killer.
"Good." She murmured out, as his lips found her neck, kissing and nipping and teasing, running his tongue down to her collarbone, pulling the collar of his own shirt to the side for better access.
"Ahhh" She breathed out, her hands flying to gently grip at his biceps, throwing her head back to moan softly.
He reared back on his heels suddenly, pulling up to gaze down at her, watching as she panted. She tried to follow him, and his hand shot out to press against the centre of her chest, pressing her back down, his hands sliding to start undoing the buttons of his own shirt. It felt like it took him forever, not used to the opposite sides the buttons were on, which was strange since it was HIS shirt. He was used to undressing her though, used to undoing a female blouse, and his hands shook as he struggled to do it all backwards, feeling her eyes on him as he gently succeeded, slowly pulling the sides of his shirt apart, revealing the expanse of pale skin and mint green lace.
Her breaths came hard, as he stared at her lustfully, and he felt strangely pleased at her reaction when he hadn't even touched her yet, just his gaze making her breaths come short and fast. Her thighs dropped open around him as he shuffled forwards, leaning over her, pressing soft, chaste kisses against her chest, teasing against the edge of the lace of her bra, nuzzling his head between the shallow valley between her breasts, before teasingly sliding his lips along the edge of the other cup.
He yanked both cups down suddenly, the soft, unstructured lace design giving way easily under his hands, and he tugged the fabric down, one hand immediately sliding to cup one breast, the other being pulled into his mouth, suckling her gently.
She moaned, throwing her head back, arching her back against him, sucking in a sharp breath as his teeth grazed across her nipple. His hand didn't lay dormant either, alternating between grabbing roughly at her whole breast, and lightly trailing his fingertips across her nipple, delighted as she bucked up into his touch. His mouth continued his assault as his hand slid down her body, trailing lightly across her abdomen and sliding smoothly under the waistband of her panties, feeling her twitch against him as his finger tips brushed gently against her clit.
His lips clamped down around her breast, his tongue flicking fast back and forth across her pebbled nipple, feeling her push up against him, her hands clutching desperately at his shoulder as his hand slunk a little lower, one finger sliding into her wet heat, quickly followed by another.
She let out a shrill moan as he curled his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing teasingly against her clit, wriggling up her body to find a better angle, pumping his fingers in and out of her steadily. His lips pressed gently against her neck and she bucked suddenly as his fingers brushed against some exquisite spot inside her, his lips clamping down and sucking hard.
Without withdrawing, or slowing his fingers, he slunk down her body abruptly, pressing gentle kisses against her bare torso as he wriggled down, his free hand yanking her panties down her legs, pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit, earning him a sudden tightening around his fingers, and a desperate, shaky moan.
"Jesus." She muttered out, her hand threading through his hair, tugging as she undulated her hips slightly, finding a rhythm.
Without warning, he withdrew his fingers, sliding his hands under the undersides of her thighs, hoisting each leg over his shoulders, pulling her ass up off the floor. He pressed his face against her without a pause, her hands flying out either side of her to steady herself, his tongue lapping against her for a second. He clamped his mouth around her clit suddenly and flicked his tongue across her, pleased when she released a frenzied moan through gritted teeth, throwing her head back against the fur. Her hands pressed hard against the floor beneath her, and she jerked her hips against his face, suddenly realising that the way her way her weight was braced against him, her legs draped across his shoulders, she could be in control.
He flicked his tongue against her again, and she responded with another roll of her hips, pleased when he gave a little moan against her flesh, apparently approving of her actions. His hands slunk underneath her ass, smoothing over her flesh, coming to rest on her hips, holding her against him as she undulated her hips in tiny little rolls, each movement forcing a ragged breath from her throat.
His tongue lapped back and forth, her hands grabbing desperately at the fur underneath her, scrabbling for purchase as she pushed her crotch against his face.
"Just..." She breathed out, sounding half annoyed, half ecstatic. "Just... hold still." She demanded, and he complied, holding his tongue rigid, letting her increase her pace, pushing her clit roughly against his mouth, her thighs gripping either side of his head, pressing against his ears, sadly muffling the frantic moans suddenly ripped from her lips.
"Ah... fuck..." He could just make out through her breathless moans. He loved when the prim and proper Norma Bates swore in the bedroom. It always meant she was close, and she increased her pace, violently riding his face, her hands gripping hard at the rug underneath her, every breath coming out as an urgent moan.
"Don't move. Don't move!" She moaned out, her hips rolling in tiny frantic circles, and he wouldn't have dared move, holding his aching tongue hard and rigid and wet against her, letting her move the way she wanted.
His fingers dug into her quivering thighs, holding her down slightly as she lost her rhythm, her moans quieting to desperate sighs for a moment, before she let out a couple of ragged, broken sobs, her hands clutching at the rug underneath her, her breasts heaving as she struggled for air. He felt her muscles flutter around his tongue, not daring to stop until she stilled.
He lapped at her gently, finally relaxing his aching tongue, earning himself a couple of quivers, before he gently unhooked her thighs from over his shoulders, laying them down gently against the soft pelt, leaning back on his heels to watch her smugly.
He leaned over her again, pressing a soft kiss against her lips, pleasantly surprised when she moaned, swiping her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself there, apparently enjoying it. He kissed her for a moment more, ignoring his insistent erection that was tenting his boxers, letting her hands pull at his black t shirt, breaking their kiss to pull it over his head, her hands trailing up and down his chest, her fingers dragging through the sparse hair there.
He expected her to pull him down on top of her, or to roll herself on top of him, so he was sure that was what was happening as she suddenly shoved him back, landing heavily against the soft hide of the animal beneath him. He expected him to clamber atop of him, so he was confused when she stayed to his side, her head dipping to lap at his nipple, earning him a soft little gasp, nothing like her reaction. He didn't hate it, but the action didn't elicit the same reaction it did when he lapped at her, and she knew it, pulling away almost immediately, pressing a soft kiss against the hard flesh of his torso, her tongue trailing down his abdomen.
"Norma..." He started, his voice a warning, as she shifted, pushing herself up, dipping her tongue into his bellybutton, kissing along the trail of dark hair that led from his belly button to the edge of his boxers.
"Ssh." She murmured gently, shifting herself up to sit between his legs, her breasts bouncing where they were pushed up against the cups of her bra, her hands slinking to the waistband of his boxers. Against his better judgement, he lifted his hips up, letting her pull his underwear halfway down his legs, feeling his erection spring free.
She began to lower her face closer and his hands shot out to grasp at her shoulders, halting her.
"You don't have to-" He started. This wasn't what they did. In the week and a half he'd been sleeping with Norma Bates, he'd been nothing but respectful, being gentle, and tender, and loving, and prizing her pleasure above his own at all times. He always undressed her slowly, peeling her clothes away from her body slowly, sinking into her gently in the darkness of their shared bedroom. Alex was no prude, and he got the sense that Norma wasn't either, but so far, their love making had been tender and sweet and delightful. He respected her, never wanting her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, so he was surprised when she leaned forward, resisting his insistent hands on her arms.
"I want to." She breathed out seductively, before her mouth closed around him, just lightly sucking the tip into her mouth and he gasped at the feel of her mouth around him. Her hands shot out to hold herself up either side of his hips, his own hands sliding from her shoulders to rest lightly on her head, grunting as she dragged her lips around him slowly, teasing him.
She swirled her tongue around the head of him, earning her a surprised moan, his hands clutching at the back of her head. She sank down suddenly, taking him deep into her mouth, starting up a sudden, fast, unexpected rhythm, feeling his hands grabbing desperately at her hair, not pushing or guiding, simply holding her hair as she bobbed up and down. He glanced down, forcing his eyes open to find her staring innocently up at him, her eyes wide and impossibly blue, like the sea after a storm, her cheeks hollowed obscenely, her eyes fluttering closed at she sank down, feeling him hit the back of her throat.
Why had he been so preoccupied with respecting her to never let her do this before? She had silently offered plenty of times, sinking to her knees in front of him, or sliding down his body in bed, but he had always pulled her up, shaking his head lightly at her. As she bobbed perfectly along him, her tongue swirling expertly around him every time she reached the tip, her throat opening every time she reached the hilt, he had no idea why he had stopped her all those times. He had gone down on her plenty of times. Why was it any less respectful to let her do the same, especially as she seemed to love it, letting out a satisfied little moan every now and then, the vibrations shooting from her throat to his groin, making him drop his head back.
All too soon, he felt that tightening in his stomach, his hands fisting in her hair, trying desperately not to pull at her strands, desperately resisting the urge to push his hips up into her mouth.
"Uhh... Norma?" He murmured out, his breaths panting out desperately, feeling like an uneasy teenager. If this had been Rebecca, he wouldn't have bothered warning her. She didn't care, and neither did he. He would be hard pressed to find a part of that woman's body he hadn't come on, but Norma wasn't Rebecca. She was sweet and gentle, and through the haze of his pleasure, he felt suddenly unsure. His questioning tone told her all she needed to know and she carried on, her pace increasing, letting his hands guide her, her hands flying out to press against his abdomen, holding him down as answer to his silent question. Her nails dug into his stomach muscles, letting him know she was ok with it, and he released his fragile grip on his control, his hips trembling, as she sucked him hard.
"Oh god. Oh god... Norma!" He groaned out, as his hips accidentally bucked up against his will, hitting the back of her throat as he came into her mouth. She didn't falter, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, continuing to bob up and down gently, moving till she was sure he was done. She stilled as his breaths panted out hard from his chest, releasing him with a pop, sitting back on her heels and swallowing deeply, closing her eyes as she did so, one hand absently grabbing lightly at her breast, the other wiping across the back of her mouth, creating pretty much the most erotic scene Alex had ever seen.
"Jesus." He panted out and her eyes flew open, smiling down at him breathlessly. "That was-"
"I know." She said in a conceited tone that she had entirely earned. She shrugged his boxers under his thighs, letting him wriggle back into them, watching unashamedly as he tucked himself back in and then cast his gaze around desperately for her underwear. He located them a few feet away, not sure how they had got there, reaching out with his toes to drag them over to them.
He rose to his feet suddenly, flicking her underwear into his hands, turning them the right way and then holding out a hand to her, tugging her to her feet. He sank to his knees in front of her, pressing a kiss against the soft flesh of her pelvis before he urged her to lift each foot, sliding the legs of her underwear onto them one at a time. He slid her underwear back onto her, rising to his feet as he did so, tugging the lace back in place. She stood mutely, just letting him, before his hands drifted to the sides of shirt, pulling them lightly before he realised something, reaching for her breasts, tucking them back into her bra, finally starting to do the buttons back up on his shirt, covering her from his hungry eyes.
She just let him redress her, pliant and docile in his arms, a small smile playing on her lips, before he leaned in to kiss her and she jerked her head back.
"Wait..." She murmured out. "Don't kiss me. I taste like-"
"Like me?" He finished gently, and she blushed, casting her eyes down, smiling at their feet. His hand found her chin, tilting her head up to him, and he was kissing her before she could stop him, tasting the salty, unfamiliar taste on her lips, frowning curiously, not entirely hating it.
A sudden shrill ringing sound filled their ears and they broke apart in shock, both realising it was the oven timer at the same time.
"My potatoes!" He exclaimed excitedly, before bounding away from her, and she couldn't help but beam at his excitement, lazily following him into the kitchen to watch the carnage unfold...
I used google translate to translate their spanish. Sorry if it's terrible! I don't speak any spanish at all.
In this chapter, Rosa says: "She's pretty. You did well. She's too skinny though. Cook her a good dinner."
And Alex replies: "I'm glad you like her. She's very special to me."
I got a review requesting a blowjob with that casual shrugging emoji and I guess it got into my head! It was the shrugging emoji that did it. I was like "That's so casual! I gotta write it now! Just for the banter!"
