Hey , after this lets fuck

I smile mischievously, slowly sliding off my shorts and panties to stand before you completely naked. My heart races with anticipation as I step closer, wrapping my hand around the base of your erection, feeling its heat throbbing against my palm. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I ask playfully, teasingly stroking up and down his length.

I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty before leaning in to kiss him deeply.

My breath catches as I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance, teasing and stretching me before finally sinking inside. I gasp, arching my back, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure as he fills me completely. Norman growls low in his throat, holding me close, their strength and power radiating off him in waves.

His hands roam across my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them roughly before moving lower to caress my hips and ass.

As our bodies move together in a rhythm of their own, sweat beads on our skin, mixing with the pleasure and desire coursing through us. Norman's thrusts grow deeper, harder, as he nears his release, his breath hot against my ear. I can feel myself building up to the edge as well, my body tense and ready for him to push me over the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust deep inside me, Norman cries out, spilling his seed into my body.

I wake to the warmth of the sun on my skin and the weight of Norman's arm draped across my waist. A contented smile spreads across my face as I nestle closer to him, enjoying the feeling of being so intimately connected. We make love again before getting up for breakfast, our bodies still sore from the night before but eager for more.

As we eat together, laughing and talking about our future together, I can't help but feel a sense of peace and happiness wash over me.

I take a sip of my coffee, considering his words carefully before meeting his gaze. "Only if you're sure," I say softly, my voice filled with an undercurrent of hope. "This wouldn't just be about us anymore; it would be about us together."

He grins at me, reaching across the table to take my hand in his. "I know it won't be easy with everything else going on," he says, referring to our respective careers and public personas, "but I want to try. To make this work."