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***************************************************************************************I didn't know if this was something he did all the time, meet random women in the street and then seduce them, or was this as out of the usual for him as it was for me. "Can I kiss you?" He was polite and I was speechless. I had seen dozens of photos on line today of this handsome man and here he was in my room asking to kiss me. I leaned to meet his lips and I kissed him first.

I don't know what came over me, I was rarely ever forward. I kissed him deep, wanting to feel his lips on mine; that tongue of his that always seemed to sneak out when he was talking, or listening for that fact. I brought my hand to his face and ran my fingers along his shaggy beard to that little patch of gray at his chin. His hand trailed up my leg, to my knee and onto my thigh. He kissed back and held my neck. If there is one thing I hope I never forget is the feel of Norman's hands on my skin.

Kissing led to licking, down my throat to the top of my breasts. His mouth was amazing, I'm not sure at what point he ended up out of the chair and down on his knees in front of me, but I spread my legs for him, my skirt riding up my thighs and me pulling his body close. I started to undress him, I grasped at the black shirt that hugged his chest, I needed to feel his skin, to wrap my arms around him and feel his flesh. I had not been so intoxicated by any man ever. He pushed my shirt up and I helped him take it over my head. He seemed to be lost in staring at my breasts and I was taken by his tattoos. I wasn't sure why he had Norman tattooed on his own chest and I really didn't care, I kissed the small x on his collar bone, his body was amazing and I realized I was so out of my league. I wished I hadn't taken my shirt off so quickly and that we had turned the lights off first.

Before I had time to think too much his mouth was back on my skin, sucking gently on my neck trailing down, kissing my breasts as they sat high in my paisley patterned pushup bra. He seemed content in my cleavage as he palmed me and licked, kissed and sucked on my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair and wondered what the beautiful man was doing in MY hotel room on a Saturday night? He unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor. "Beautiful." His voice sounded like sex dripping with honey and as he began to suck on my nipples I thought for sure I would pass out.

More. I needed to touch more of him, to explore more and to get this man naked before he figured out that I wasn't some model or actress like he was used to. I brought his face to mine and kissed him again, pulling him with me we both stood, topless and I whispered "bed". I am certain I heard him grown and we kissed our way the short distance to my bed. He worked out of his boots but I had never gotten as far as putting on shoes. He stopped when the back of his legs touched the side of the bed.

Chest to chest we hugged, I had never felt safer than in his arms. "Is this too fast?" My god his voice, it made me think of some quirky description like liquid velvet, whatever that might be.

This was all too perfect. I kissed him once then pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. I hadn't given a blow job in quiet sometime and it wasn't always my favorite thing, but right now it was all I wanted to do. To get down on my knees and make Norman feel amazing with my mouth. He sat back and waited for me to take the lead. I went straight for his jean and he helped me take them off of him. I knelt down and pulled his dick out from his boxers he was almost completely stiff. I smiled up to him and he brushed his fingers along my cheek and lips. "Not too fast?" I tossed my wavy chocolate hair back and slid my lips onto his shaft. Norman groaned clearly this time in approval of my wet mouth on him. In and out I got into a rhythm, stroking deep with each pass till he moved passed my gag reflex and hit the back of my throat. He tangled his fingers in my hair and his hips would buck on occasion. I think I had decided that I could die happy if it never went further than this.

Norman had other plans though. He tugged just a bit at my hair to get my attention and I look up at him, a mouth full of dick and a smile in my eyes. He caught the drool from the corner of my mouth. "Com'mer" He pulled my up to him and I crawled up pushing him down on to the bed till we were kissing and rolling around making a mess of the bed spread. He was playful and sweet but every touch and caress seemed controlled.

I straddled his waist as we kissed and he grabbed at my ass, his hands felt amazing and his fingers worked under the edges of my black silky panties. He found the part of me that was soaking wet, my core that ached for him and any contact at all. This time it was me making the animalistic noises. "You like that?" His lips were at my ear as he worked to pull down my panties and slide his fingers inside of me. I pushed my hips toward him and his thumb found the most sensitive part of me, he stroked it as if we had done this a million times together. "Does that feel good Jessica?" He had full control over my body and it was amazing. My breathing became ragged as my body edged closer to orgasm. "Tell me you like it Jess, tell me it feels good." Every time he spoke my body ached for more of him.

"Yes Norm, just that like. I'm so close." I closed my eyes as he continued to work his fingers inside of me. My skin was on fire and he held me so tight with one arm.

As my orgasm built he seemed to know just what to do. "Open your eyes Jess. Look at me." I did as he told me to. I looked up at him, into those blue eyes that I had only seen for the first time an hour ago. "Show me how good it feels. Come for me." That right there pushed me over the edge. My body exploded in an orgasm like none I could remember. I shook uncontrollably as Norman rocked me and whispered sweet words in my ear, against my skin.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me till the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided and my breathing returned to normal. He had this cute smile on his face as he played with my hair and I tried not to fall asleep on his chest. My brain was spinning, if he was this good with his hands, what was this man capable of doing with his dick.

Once I was sure that I had control over my limbs again I began to kiss at his chest, licking down to his stomach and on to his hip. He let me roam where I wanted while he fussed with my hair and ran his fingers along my skin. He jumped a bit when a kissed that spot between this hip bone and his dick and I couldn't resist lingering there for longer then I should. I finally had to get back to his penis, I had to feel it again and work on getting him to put it inside of me. My brain only had one mission now, to have sex with this gorgeous man.

"Can I get a drink, before you distract me again?" Norman helped me stand and he went to the desk where two bottles of beer still sat, he offered me one and opened them both. We both drank down the first half, thirstier than I had realized I was. A buzzing came from his jeans which were in a pile by the bed. He didn't seem to notice. "I think your phone is buzzing." Norman knelt in front of me, his hand went to my hip, still covered in a floral skirt. I was still half dressed though my panties were gone.

He kissed my stomach and it only reminded me how much I was still too soft. "It's been buzzing for a while. I'm ignoring it." He turned me by my hips away from him and started at the zipper and hook on my skirt.

"It could be your son." The buzzing continued.

Slowly, tortuously he slid the zipper down, kissing the (not so) small of my back. "It's not. He's with him mom. I already talked to him today." Words cannot do justice the feeling of Norman's tongue on my skin, his breath on my flesh. It all went straight to my core. If I had still be wearing panties they would have been soaked, but now it just felt like my desire was dripping down my thigh. He tugged the skirt past my hips and it pooled at my ankles.

I realized that he was now eye level with my naked ass, my very imperfect, much too generous ass, and he was lightly leaving kisses. "Obviously someone needs to talk to you if they keep calling."

"I told some people that I would go out to a club tonight, maybe." He put one hand firmly on my hip and with the other he indicated that he wanted me to widen my stance. I obliged, or more my body did without thought. I tried to interrupt him, but he cut me off. He stood up and I could feel his dick pressed against my ass. "I decided to blow it off." Without warning he pushed me forward on to the bed, playful and commanding. "I'd rather be here with you tonight." He crawled over my face-down body and began to kiss and stroke my skin. I had lied to myself earlier. I would not be content with a blow job. I would not be content till I felt him inside me.

"If I ask, will you tell me how you like it Jessica?" I couldn't imagine that there would be anything I wouldn't like.

"Did you want me to tell you what I like or did you just want to hear me talk dirty?" I turned to face him and kissed. Like two people grasping for air to survive we embraced. "I want to be on top of you Norman, I want to feel you deep inside me."

Norman kissed me once more before getting off the bed. "Then I gotta get a condom out of my jeans." I pulled the blanket up a bit as he grabbed a condom and his phone. "See, not my son. Just a bunch of text messages." He pulled the blanket back off of me and pointed his phone's camera in my direction. "Can I take a picture and put it up on Instagram?" The grin of his face told me he was joking.

"Sure." I prayed he was joking when I called his bluff.

Norman dropped the phone to the floor and climbed back into bed. "Nope, not sharing you with anyone." He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, hard. "Mine tonight." He was so much more comfortable than I was about it all but I was slowly getting to his level.

In one quick motion he had rolled over onto his back, ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and handed it to me. I blushed and giggled as I handed it back to him. "I got this thing for watching guys touch themselves. I want to see you put it on." I can't explain it, but nothing is sexier than watching a guy with his hand wrapped around himself.

But it seemed to catch Norman off guard. "Great, now I have to do it all cool and stuff. Cause you're watching. Did I mention that I am not cool at all?" He stroked himself for a minute before rolling on the condom. I may not have been the versed in most of Norman's work, but this was a perfect performance in my opinion. Norman looked at me, questioning if he had done it right, and I looked at him as if he were dinner. Like this thing I wanted to devour.

No more words or gentle kisses, I straddled his lap and he guided himself into me. Just the tip at first, I think the expected to take it slow, but I couldn't go slowly. I push down on to him till I was fully seated and there was no more space between us, we both gasped at the amazing feeling. It had been a while since I had last had sex, I was sure it was much less time for him. I had forgotten how good it felt to have a man inside of me, had it ever felt this good though?

He pulled me close and we rocked together, in and out, every inch of him filling me as I tried not to black out from the euphoria. He set the pace and I rode him as deep as I could. He dug his fingers into my flesh and we both made noises that reminded me of zoo animals. I told him he was amazing and he told me that I was beautiful.

"Deeper Norm, I need more." I was begging. "Take me from behind?" He groaned and kissed me.

"You never have to ask for that." He rolled me over and slid out of me. It only took a moment for me to get on my hands and knees and when I looked back he was stroking himself. My head hit the mattress, this man was too perfect. Suddenly he grasped my hip and pushed himself back inside of me. Yes, this was the deeper that my body was craving. He wasn't gentle or sweet, Norman was focused and I loved every moment of it.

I don't care what you read in romance novels, a one night stand never results in a simultaneous orgasm and I am okay with that. My earlier orgasm had taken the edge off so this second one seemed to come in waves with every stoke, my body gripped him tighter and the word Fuck came from him more times than I could remember.

"Don't stop." I never wanted him to stop, he fucked me through my second orgasm right into a third and when my body began to give out he came as we both dropped to the mattress. His entire weight on me as he shook from the aftershocks. I didn't care if I died in that position and I never wanted him to get off of me.

I'm not sure which one of us started to laugh first, I think it was him. "Thanks." He said it so sweetly, and I blushed. He was thanking me??

"Anytime." I was almost sleepy and it wasn't even 10 o'clock. Norman had much more energy than I did.

He was out of bed and grabbed his cigarettes and beer. "Do you think if I opened the window I could get away with smoking in here?" He was opening the window before I could think about an answer and a breeze rushed over my body. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped myself in it. "Com'mer." He was sitting on the edge of the bed by the window and I crawled over wrapping my body and blanket around him.

We shared a beer and a smoke and kisses. "Would you mind if I stayed tonight?"

"Not at all. But it's early, did you want to try and catch up with your friends at the club?" I ran my fingers along his devil tattoos.

"If you want to go, sure. But I'm just as happy staying in." He offered me the end of the beer. I dragged him back into the bed and pulled the blanket over us. "I guess we're staying in." He laughed and licked the side of my face.