You were eating dinner at your kitchen table, this time no Norman to join you. Your boyfriend was currently at a comic con convention for the weekend, but the good news was he should be coming home very soon tonight. And you were just counting down the minutes.
You had been keeping touch with him all weekend, texting and calling, but last night you were missing him in more ways then one, so your conversation got a little... dirty. And the last message he left you with, only to replay in your head all day was; "Just wait 'til tomorrow, babe. I'll show you what'cha missing.."

And all day you were just thinking about his rough, raspy voice that he would use when trying to get under your skin. You'd catch yourself day dreaming about his beautiful body as well as about tonight, and what may happen.
You let out a dramatic sigh and slid off of the chair you were sitting in, bringing your plate over to the sink and washing it off, barely even focusing on the circles you were rubbing the sponge in on it, your mind getting lost again. His blue eyes and how they get dark when they fill with lust. His lips. His wide shoulders. His muscular arms. The way his collar bone sticks out when you kiss his neck. His lean torso. The way his hands feel all over you. His manhood. How he feels inside of you.

You let out a groan and realized that you were so lost in thought, the running sink was nearly about to overflow. You also could have sworn you heard a soft bang from the other room, but you just shook your head and turned the sink off, stacking your plate before heading out of the kitchen. You walked over to the living room to grab your phone. No texts or calls from Norman, which was odd.
You were about to turn around, but suddenly someone grabbed you from behind. A scream was about to escape from your lips, but a hand clasped over your mouth and one gripped onto your waist. Your reaction was to try and shake them off, but when you felt lips on the skin of your neck, you relaxed, sighing out when you realized it was Norman. You didn't hear him come in..
His lips were hungrily devouring your neck, teeth grazing in the most seductive way possible, and just this nearly made your knees weak. You were his. He could do whatever he pleased with you.
His tongue licked your skin and he pressed his bulge up against your lower back. You let a whimper escape into his hand that was still clasped around your mouth and tried to turn around to kiss him... Touch him.. Fuck him... Anything. But, no. He held you tight against him, letting his mouth savor the taste of your skin. You felt him grind his throbbing cock against your ass. Oh. My.. Liquid heat pooled out of you and you felt Norman slip one of his fingers from the hand around your mouth inside your lips.
Your moans vibrated against his digit as you started seductively sucking it, even letting your tongue twirl around it. And you both couldn't deny it was wished that that finger was something else right now. "Mmm," Norman groaned into your ear, making you shiver. You sucked on his finger a little harder, bobbling your head a little to show him how bad you wanted him. And not just his finger..

And the next thing you know, your heading into the bedroom.

You nearly squealed when Norman grabbed your wrists and spun you around, shoving you against the wall near your bed, not hesitating to grasp your chin and crash your lips to his, kissing you wildly. Finally.. His tongue immediately went inside of your mouth, frantically exploring and massaging your tongue in a heated kiss that drove you insane. His free hand trailed down, dancing against the waist band of the short skirt you put on for him and slowly going lower. By now you were aching for him, you felt like you were burning. You wanted to touch him so badly, but he had your wrists in a strong grip with one of his hands above your head. He started attacking your ear and neck, moans getting caught in Norman's hot mouth as his fingers slid under your panties and started dancing around your slick folds. You were begging him inside your head to touch you. Please please please. You wanted him on your most sensitive, sensual spot.
But, as soon as he was about to reach his goal, he pulled away from you completely, leaving you flustered and a little angry.

"Strip," he commanded, voice rough, demanding. You were so flustered, sex throbbing, and face growing a rosy color, you just stood there for a moment. "Do as I say. Strip." His voice was stern and strong, turning you on even more. You liked this side of Norman.
You didn't break your gaze on Norman as you took a step to the side, away from the wall, slowly starting to pull off your clothes. You thought you would tease Norman a little bit when you got down to just your undergarments. Running your hands slowly up your sides as you arched your back a little, slowly getting to your bra. You even let a few teasing moans out, knowing Norman was over there growling. "Enough," he growled, sexier than ever, his voice hoarse as he lunged towards you, roughly gripping onto your waist. He hungrily kissed you, mouth and tongue attacking yours, his hands moving to tear your bra off in one movement. You gasped in surprise, but that turned into a moan when he threw the bra to the side and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so he could attack your neck and shoulder. Oh my... this felt so good. He grunted against your soft skin and you were like putty in his hands.
He started backing you up towards the bed, lowering you so you were eventually laying down on it, your feet still dangling above the ground. He broke away from your lips, standing back up. You went to follow, but once again he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. "Lay here.. Touch that wet pussy for me," his words alone made a moan want to escape you lips... He released your hands and you instantly darted one to slide under your panties. Even though you wished it was his, your fingers started dancing around your soaked clit, you moaning immediately at the pleasure you longed for.
Norman continued to get up, standing in front of the bed, watching you as he tugged off his t-shirt. You looked at him standing above you, bitting your lip as he did. His wide muscular shoulders and lean torso were the perfect dark silhouette in the room. He kept his eyes glued to you, bulge only painfully growing as he stepped to the side, going to one of the dressers. He opened a drawer and pulled out what seemed to be an old pillowcase for the guest room. Good thing you didn't need it anymore, because the sound of a sharp rip make you snap your head over to him. Curiosity took over your features and made your pleasuring your hand stop. Norman noticed and came back over, crouching down in front of you and this time taking your finger and putting it to his mouth. He sucked all your juices off, driving you mad as his mouth worked on your digit. How he was so calm and cool right now completely puzzled you. "Scoot back," he demanded, and since you had given yourself up to him, you did as he said.
You were so lost in gazing up at him hovering over you, his baby blue eyes locking with yours, almost in a trance with him, that you didn't realize until it was too late that he took part off the ripped pillow case and tied your wrists to the headboard, tight. You struggled a little, wanting to release your hands and feel Norman under your finger tips, but it wasn't working. "Norm.."

He started kissing down your arms that were extended over your head, and then moved so his mouth was hovering over your exposed breasts. He looked up at your flustered face quickly, a devious smirk on his face before he leaned down, taking your nipple in his mouth. You moaned out, feeling his teeth graze against your erect bud, mouth sucking on the soft skin around it. He even flicked his tongue out teasingly over it. "Norman," you moaned. You wanted so badly to run your hands through his messy hair, feel his warm skin, but you couldn't. "Mmm," his voice vibrated against your breasts, making your back arch. His name flew out of your mouth again right before he leaned back up, looking down at you. He took in the sight, your tied up, exposed, and lost in your desire for him..
He scooted back, sitting on his feet that were behind him. He ran his hands slowly up and down your legs, pulling your panties down with his hands and tossing them off to the side. Another rip sounded out and you saw he had split the pillowcase again, this time using it to tie each of your ankles to the bottom foot board of the bed, spreading your legs out. "Start counting," he demanded.

"Wh-What?" you stuttered.

"Trust me," he growled. "Start counting to ten, babe." He leaned over you.

"One..." His hand moved down, slapping your wet sex, making a mixture of pain and pleasure cause you to gasp. But, his hand was immediately retracted. "Two.." This time he brought his hand down on one of your breasts while putting his thumb on your clit, adding pressure. You took in a sharp intake of breath, then let it out as a soft moan. You were already yanking at your restraints. "Three!" You breathed out, this time his thumb coming down and magically moved back and fourth. "Oh!" You moaned/gasped, but yet again he retracted his finger immediately. "Four!" You said, this time faster, needing more. Now, more fingers were on your clit, moving frantically back and fourth, driving you insane. You were burning so bad, aching so bad... Just his touch was building up all different kinds of pleasure, but it was removed fast once again. "Five! Please.. Plea- Oh!"Your back arched, hips thrusting upward when a finger was now pushed into your aching hole, thumb still working it's magic. It felt so good that you said the next number before he could take them away. "S-Six! Six!" Another finger was added inside, moving in and out fast, timed with his thumb on your clit. Your eyes rolled back and moans were flying out of your lips. "No! No, please.. don't stop!" He was taking his hand back away again. "Keep counting," he demanded.

"Please baby, seven!" You cried. This time he leaned down, his tongue instead of thumb coming in contact with your clit. You nearly screamed, he knew how to work wonders with that tongue, which was exactly what he was doing, making you squirm. But, after a little while he put his tongue back up in his mouth, looking up at you with a smirk as you tried to remember what came after seven. "Oh god, don't stop! Eight!" His tongue was back, moving fast on your bundle, fingers coming up to stroke around your entrance. Oh. God. "Norm! Norman, I'm gona cum!" You could feel him moaning against your sex, sending vibrations all over you.. Your body was getting worked up, so badly needing a release.. Norman slid a finger inside of you while working with his tongue, and just when your body was about to go flying over the edge,"I'm coming!"
He pulled away, standing up from the bed completely. "No!" You cried, the pre- orgasmic shivers taking over your body. "No no no no!" You were so close! You needed it so bad! You found yourself even getting upset. "You didn't get to ten," he stated, his voice hoarse from being so painfully turned on as well, smirking as he stood, working on taking off his belt.
"Norman, please baby.. I need you! Please fuck me!" You begged and Norman quickly took the rest of his clothes off, crawling on the bed to hover over you after untying the restraints on your ankles.
"You want me to fuck you?" He asked teasingly. Was it no obvious enough?!
"Yes!" You cried. "I need you inside me... Fuck me!"

He growled, quickly attacking your plump lips with his, while reaching his hands up. He broke away from the kiss, looking at your expression as he finally thrusted himself fully into you, while at the same time untying your wrists. Your hands flew down, wrapping around his shoulders and neck, inaudible moans coming from both of you.
He didn't hesitate to immediately start thrusting deep and hard into you, both of you being more than ready. More than hungry. Your hips were bucking in pleasure, moans after moans coming out, and digging your nails into Norman's back. Everything felt so good. So good you felt you were having an out of body experience. Especially when Norman shifted his arms, lifting your legs up so they were resting on his shoulders, the angle becoming indescribably amazing. You both groaned out. You could feel every inch of his deep manhood inside of you, hitting you in every special spot possible while his hands found your breasts. "Mmm, Norman! Fuck me more!" You felt yourself nearing your orgasm, and you needed it harder and faster to know he wasn't going to stop again. "Take me!"

The pleasure put off between you two was almost unbearable, the speed and fires burning at a high pace. "Fuck, babe," he growled, attaching his lips to yours again. You let out a long, final, and wild moan as your most intense orgasm came over you, shakes being sent down your spine. "Y/N.. Y/N, fuck," Norman groaned and reached his intense climax, nearly falling on top of you.

Your body was still shivering and you felt him lie down beside you. He was barely inches from your face, those deep blue eyes locked with yours before he gently pressed his lips against yours.

"I'm sorry that I teased you, babe." He said lightly.

"Mmm, it's okay.. It was fun," You smiled at him. You loved everything that this man did to you.
"I missed you," He kissed you softly once more and you cuddled into him.
"I missed you, too," You smirked. "Glad you're home..."