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“I was asked to tell you that your favorite MacManus twin is waiting for you in front of the hotel,” a female voice sounded from the phone in our hotel room.

“Uh, great. Thanks.”

I hung up, shook my head and smiled.

Oh Norman… That lady must have thought him crazy.

I felt butterflies fill my stomach as I stepped out of the elevator down at the lobby; it was about eleven p.m. and dark outside, making it hard for me to see anything from inside the lighted hotel.

Why hadn’t he just come up to get me in our room?

I smiled at the woman sitting behind the counter to my right; she smiled back, her brows furrowing slightly.

‘So that’s the woman getting picked up by that weird guy…’

Yup. And I was proud of it.

I stepped out into the fresh night air and shrugged slightly. It was colder here in Toronto. A whistle sounded over by a black car, and I turned around to see a finger flipping me off out of a tinted window.

Nice to see my ride was here.

I smiled lamely as the door was opened and I crawled into the backseat of the car.

“Norm, why didn’t you just… Whoa.”

I was looking at my man, right there in front of me; he was smirking at me with a mischievous look in his crystal blue eyes. He was wearing a dark grey suit, a black tie and shirt underneath. His hair looked good, dark and perfect and his eyes were in shadows, making him look dusky and mysterious.

Wow.

He reached for my hand, planted a long kiss on it, his eyes never leaving mine. And I just stared at him, eyes wide and my mouth open.

“Hey babe,” he sounded, his voice raspy and sweet.

“Hi,” I stumbled out.

What the freaking f was this?

I sat down next to him, suddenly feeling really self-conscious. Maybe that wedding dress had been better after all.

The car drove off as we sat there in silence, eyeing each other. I felt so nervous as we sat there and the air seemed to be all tensed up with some raging electricity.

So this was going on an actual date with Norman… Apparently.

“You look amazing,” he sounded, and I felt his hand on my arm, stroking it up and down in light movements.

My skin jolted by the sheer feel of his touch. Rough warm fingers caressing me tenderly. Had he ever been this gentle? I cleared my throat.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

My body didn’t quite seem to be willing to cooperate. Blood was pumping furiously up to redden my cheeks. It felt like the first time we’d been together like this; like when you’re on your first date with someone and you’re feeling so out of yourself because you don’t know what to expect from the person sitting in front of you.

I gulped.

He’d never done things like this before. It felt weird, and I didn’t know whether it was a good weird or a bad weird. I just had to wait and see…

“You hungry?” he asked.

I almost jumped in my seat, completely lost in my own little world of perplexity.

“Um, yeah, a little, I guess.”

Here we go with all the awkwardness again.

I could hear him chuckle.

“Why don’t you come over here, babe, sit with me?”

I scooted over. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I could smell his perfume. Had he gotten a new one?

I didn’t look at him; I couldn’t. I didn’t know why. He was just so… Sigh.

“So, Clifton told me about this cool place; it’s like a restaurant-bar-lounge sorta thing. Thought we could go there.”

“That’s Romeo, right?” I asked.

He grinned and nodded.

“It just fits him better,” I smiled.

It really did.

I mean, Clifton Collins Jr.?

No way, it's Romeo – our Mexican.

I felt a finger pressing against my chin, turning my face up, my eyes finding those gorgeous blue crystals. He smiled at me, leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I sighed. Warmth spread from his touch, reaching down to make my fingers twitch and my heart pumping a little quicker. I could feel his tongue playing lightly along my lower lip, teasingly, seeking permission to enter. When I didn’t let him, he reached his hand up to cup my head, pushing me against him and his tongue aggressively massaged along mine, forcing all thoughts out of my head. He dropped his head to let his tongue move against my skin, down my neck and a rough breath escaped my lips. He was acting aggressive but so very gentle at the same time. I wasn’t used to this.

When he pulled away, I subconsciously moved along with him, not wanting him to stop.

What was this side of him he showed me tonight?

“Babe, we’re here.”

What, the car had stopped already?

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“More wine?”

I put down my fork and knife and looked across the table.

“You trying to get me drunk?” I asked with a smile on my lips.

He shook his head with a smile: “Nope, just asking out of pure politeness.”

“Right,” I grinned.

This was a fancy place; a slow jazz rhythm was playing in the background, the big room almost only lighted with candles and blue light bulbs hanging down from the glass ceiling. The waiters were all wearing black tuxedos and all tables were decorated with big white orchids.

I felt like laughing.

This wasn’t really a place I’d imagined Norman would take me. But as we sat there, I couldn’t help but to feel a bit spoiled; I knew that this was just for me. The clothes, the perfume, the fancy restaurant and the nice wine.

He looked at me intently, raising an eyebrow.

“You done, babe?”

I nodded; I was so full. Pasta carbonara with grissini and tomato salad; yummy.

“Good,” he nodded at a waiter, “Now, let’s get outta here…”

He paid the check and almost pulled me after him into the dark night.

“Where’re we going?” I laughed as he led me away from the restaurant, away from the cars as well and past the glowing lights of all the shops in the street.

“Desert,” he said mutely as we crossed the street.

Desert?

What the hell does that mean?

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According to Norman, desert apparently means an expensive hotel, a five starred one that is, with a beautiful view over Toronto, and on the bed; strawberries, chocolate fondue and champagne…

Where was all that romance coming from?

He sat down on the bed and waved a hand for me to join him. I crawled clumsily over the dark satin sheets, my oh so divine self-consciousness crawling with me. I wasn’t used to these sorts of things; hardcore romance is looked at as kind of a cliché back in Denmark. Guess I’ll have to get used to the American way, right?

I eyed him with a cocked eyebrow as he poured champagne into two glasses.

“Music?” he asked quietly as I took the glass.

“Yeah, sure,” I sounded and he quickly got up to plug in his phone to the television, “just not that Motörhead-crap, please.”

He laughed as the sound of a guitar string played out from the speakers.

“Betty Davis okay for ya?”

I nodded, trying to hide a smirk. She was, like, the sexiest woman of the seventies; at least in my opinion.

I couldn’t help but to feel nervous. He was trying so hard, I could tell, to please me, make me happy; to show me that he cared.

It was working. What did he expect me to do?

“Relax, girl, you’re too tensed up,” he whispered, as he sat down next to me.

He knew me too well already.

I giggled.

“I know, it’s just…”

He silenced me, just with the look he gave me; his blue eyes lingering on my mouth as he was dipping a strawberry into the warm chocolate.

“Mh?” he breathed as he lifted the darkened berry up to my mouth.

I giggled girlishly as I opened my lips, letting him feed me. Sweetness danced along my tongue; making my mouth water a bit and I licked my lips so that I wouldn’t drool.

That could have been pretty…

I let my eyes wander to his mouth. His lips parted a bit as I took another bite of the strawberry, his eyes following my every move. As soon as I was done with the first berry, he quickly reached for another, covering it in the dark chocolate and put it to my mouth.

On one side I felt like laughing at the scene; it was like the type of situations you only see in those romantic movies, a guy feeding his lover with the fruit of freaking love-making.

Love-making. Even that word makes me wanna laugh out…

I’m not really a romance girl at all, I don’t know if you can tell.

But on the other hand, the way he looked at me, his eyes locked on my mouth, my lips, teeth and tongue, the way his lips would twitch a bit when I let my tongue lick my bottom lip gently to savor the chocolate that had dripped down on it; the way his eyes had become darkened like they always did when he wanted me more than anything else.

I sipped the champagne and smiled at him.

“My turn?”

He shook his head, eyes locked with mine and a serious look on his face. Suddenly he put his finger to my mouth and in surprise I yelped silently, parting my lips. His finger entered, and once more I tasted the dark delicious chocolate.

Oh, I see…

I let my tongue massage his finger and gently clasped my lips around it and sucked lightly. He breathed out.

I smiled as he reached down to dip his finger in the chocolate again, and this time I kept my eyes on him while I licked the sweetness off of him.

The music was the only sound in the room, expect from our breathing, Norman’s heavier than mine. I could see him swallow hard as I let my lips glide down again, sucking a little harder, my tongue stroking a little faster. His eyes were like sex to me; you could just see how they became more and more darkened with lust, his lips parted and his uneven breath revealing his excitement.

The animal inside of me had come to life as well; a glowing heat spreading down the pit of my stomach, tingling sensations creeping down between my legs.

His finger was all clean now, but he kept pulling it slowly in and out, my lips stroking over the rough skin there.

Betty Davis’ voice sounded from the speakers: ‘No, I don’t wanna love you… ‘Cause I know how you are. That’s why I’ve been staying away from you, that’s why I haven’t called ya…’

Our eyes made contact, a mischievous smile on his lips as the funky bass played.

‘Cause I know you could possess my body, I know you could make me scrawl, I know you could have me shaking, I know you could have me climbing walls…’ her rasping voice sang out.

"’Cause you know I could possess your body too, don’t cha? You know I could make you crawl…” I sang along with a whispering voice, raising my eyebrows slightly.

“Mh,” he breathed and scooted closer to me, his finger trailing down the skin of my throat, down my collarbone to let it move along the hem of my jumpsuit at my cleavage.

He slowly pulled the string keeping the suit closed at the front, letting the fabric slide over my breasts, revealing the black bra I was wearing. I sat up to have him unhurriedly stroke down the fabric at my shoulders and then laid my body back down on the satin sheets, my torso now almost bare, except for the bra.

His finger traveled up to enter my mouth once more and a moan escaped my lips as he let it reach as far in as he could.

“Fuck,” he whispered and his other fingers grabbed hard around my jaw.

I felt him push himself against me, hardness driving into my thigh and making my body squirm. I reached my hand down to grab him and then quickly moving up to unbutton his pants. Again, he pushed his finger in roughly and I sucked it harder now, my tongue licking jaggedly up and down. I zipped down his pants and tugged at the hem.

I needed more than just his finger.

His eyes widened as he understood what I was doing and he quickly tore them off and got up on his knees.

“Up here,” I whispered hoarsely and pulled at his thigh, pushing his crotch towards me.

He flung his leg over me as I laid there on my back.

“What, like this?” he asked with big eyes, hovering over me like a tower, his hard length standing out so beautifully over my face.

I nodded and took his hand with both of mine, pulling it over my head, signing for him to keep them there; keep me pinned down. His breathing was heavy as I laid there, arms over my head, lips parted and ready for him. He grabbed his arousal and put it to my mouth, his velvet soft skin there touching my lips and I breathed warm air out. He closed his eyes at the sensation.

The Betty Davis song was still playing: ‘Cause I know what you’d do to me… No I don’t wanna love you, boy, no, no, no…’, a funky guitar doing its thing as we looked each other in the eyes.

I kissed the head with moist lips and he hissed as I let my tongue circle around it.

“Shirt,” I mumbled out and grinded my teeth in a soft movement over the pink velvet.

He ripped off his tie and shirt and I licked all the way from the root of his shaft and up to the tip.

“Fuck, babe,” he hissed and bucked his hips forward, pressing the head at my lips in a slow movement.

I giggled breathily without letting him enter just yet. He was still tying me down with one arm and his other hand reached down to grab at his shaft. He stared pumping, slowly, while looking at me with hungry eyes. I groaned as I took in the beautiful sight before me; Norman not being in control, touching himself, bucking his hips at me, wanting the fell of my moist and softness badly.

“What ‘cha wanna do to me, boy?” I asked teasingly and with a breathy voice.

He pumped quicker as the thoughts of all the things he wanted flashed before his eyes. I could tell by the way his eyes flickered that this was maddening to him. He was so close to getting what he so craved.

“M’, wanna fuck your mouth,” he spoke in a silent voice.

I licked my lips.

“Why don’t you then?” I asked, smiling teasingly at him.

He breathed out hard and bucked his hips forward again, the head of his cock pressing against my closed lips. My eyes caught his and I could see confusion spread on his face when I again didn't let him enter. I wanted to taste him so much but I didn’t want to just give it to him. He had to take it.

His eyes widened a little, as he realized just that.

Again, his dick pushed against my lips, harder this time, seeking entrance. I moaned softly.

He was going to take it now, what he wanted.

He groaned impatiently as he once more bucked his hips. This time I couldn’t hold it; my lips parted and he slid into my mouth roughly, panting at the sensation. He thrust hard, hitting the back of my throat. I cried out, my voice drowned by the size of him, filling me up so nicely. His grip of my arms tightened as he crouched forward, thrusting into me again, and eyes locked with mine.

“Ah, you feel so fucking good! Shit!” he exclaimed as his thrusting started getting quicker.

It was hard for me to breathe but I didn’t care.

His dick left my mouth and he climbed to the side to rip off the rest of my jumpsuit.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered in a demanding voice, climbing back to hover over me.

I obeyed and closed my eyes as I started rubbing my clit through my panties.

“’S it feel good?” he asked and slammed his dick into my mouth once more.

“Mh,” was all I was able to say, and I panted as pleasure shot up through my body.

He loosened his grip of my arms and I immediately threw my arms around him, to grab his ass and pull him as close to me as possible, my lips almost reaching the root of his length. I felt his fingers at my inner thigh and screamed out on his dick as he slid past my panties, through my slickness and into me, pumping hard with two fingers.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, girl?” he asked again, his voice deep with lust and pleasure.

I could do nothing but cry out; every time he thrust his dick into my mouth, he would pump his fingers up my heat, hitting the spot that made my skin tremble with desire. I could hear him growl out over me.

My focus was completely off; all that filled my head was the magnificent man hovering there over me, his fingers working me so wonderfully, forcing a heat to build up inside of me, his dick filling my mouth; no control and fucking fantastic. My body was squirming; an orgasm was building up, heat fired through my body and I think I was screaming.

“Mh, go on; let it go for me, girl.”

Explosion.

My breath came out staggered as the waves washed over me, and I silently crouched upwards to have him pound into my mouth while relishing the pleasure state he’d put me in to the fullest.

My body seemed to be made out of jelly as I dumped down on the satin sheets as the orgasm wore off.

Norman climbed down to lie next to me, his eyes all over my body.

I smiled at him, panting, and reaching my arm up to cup his face. But before I reached it, I was pushed to lie on the side, a rock-hard body slamming into my back, his dick hard on my ass. He ripped off my panties, God knows where they went, and I felt him rub his arousal down between my ass cheeks, only to let it stroke upwards again. My body was so weak; I couldn’t do anything else but just lie there and whimper as he pulled at my bra, cupping my breasts aggressively.

I knew he wanted me to tell him I was ready for him. I just couldn’t focus on words…

I felt his stubble on my neck, his warm strong hands all over me and his hardness push against the sensitive skin between my wetness and ass. I groaned out and swung my leg back over his thigh; showing him that I was more than ready. As I felt the head at my entrance I quickly pushed my ass back at him, letting him enter smoothly.

He groaned out and grabbed at my hip, pushed me away only to pull me right back in and slam his cock into me once more.

Fuck. My. Life.

I loved it.

This angle was magic; he just seemed to hit my spot every fucking time and I could hear it was good for him too. His panting was almost turning into moans and whimpers as he kept crashing into me, the sound of skin on skin coming off beautifully from our damp core.

“M’ gonna destroy this fucking fine pussy of yours,” he whispered into my ear as he pulled out and pushed down my leg to have them gathered.

“Please do,” I panted desperately and grabbed the edge of the bed.

My eyes widened as I felt his head at my entrance.

This wasn’t going to work; I was too tight like this.

I could feel him calculating too; he grinded his hips lightly to see if he could even fit.

He could forget about that, he was never gonn-AH!

His dick was forced into me and I squirmed as both pain and pleasure shot through me.

“Told ya,” he sounded from behind me.

I held my breath as he thrust again.

This time it didn’t hurt that much.

Oh, that didn’t hurt a bit, did it?

Fuck; that felt good.

Oh, I…

“Norm, fuck!” I cried out as he fucked me violently, hard, fast thrusts, holding me close to him by the shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel so good, I, argh…”

“Faster, please!”

“Yeah, you’re getting it!”

“Fuck me!”

“You want it hard, huh? ‘ll give it to ya…”

My body was on fire as he pounded into me over and over, taking me somewhere I’d never been before in my life. Chills ran down my spine as his body crashed upon mine repeatedly, his heavy breathing sounding into my ear, growling.

I screamed out as the orgasm rocked through my body in sync with his wild thrusts and my toes curled at the sensation. Lightning bolts racing with my blood, pleasure reaching all the way out to my fingertips.

“You’re so tight and wet for me, babe, I’m… Shit! Gonna come now, I…”

Something beautiful between a moan and a growl sounded loudly in my ear and he slammed his hand down on my ass, he slapped me hard as he let go, warmth shuddering up into me. I squealed as he grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard, nails digging into my soft skin.

He pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside me.

His breathing was heavy.

“Sorry,” he whispered and kissed my shoulder.

“Don’t ever be,” I smiled.