Norman Reedus Imagines

One Night In New York City-- Part 2 (Norman)

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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.