No Strings Attached

Chapter Four

The room was lit dimly by the moonlight seeping through the thin motel curtains, casting shadows that danced over their tangled, sweaty forms. Norma lay on her back, staring at the ceiling as her breathing began to slow back down to normal, trying to grasp the reality of what had just happened between them.
She half expected him to turn away from her, to retreat back behind his walls, but instead he remained beside her, his fingers lightly skimming her arm as his eyes traced her features as if committing them to memory.
She felt his gaze and turned to look at him, a soft, almost shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well," she murmured, as if ending whatever spell had wrapped around them. "I should probably..."
She moved to leave but Alex seemed to have other ideas as he began to lick and suck at her collarbone again. "If we're just giving ourselves one night..." he whispers against her skin before looking up to her, his eyes smoldering with something deeper, darker. "then maybe we should take full advantage of it."
A flicker of excitement ignited in her, and her smile widened as she let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Can't get enough of me, Sheriff?" she teases, though her smile faltered at the way he stared at her with such intensity.
"I tried to warn you." His voice was low and gravelly, making Norma's insides begin to vibrate all over again. She silently moved to climb on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, but he held her waist, his hands firm and commanding as he pushed her gently back onto the mattress. Before she could ask, he shifted lower, trailing a line of kisses down her stomach that made her breath hitch.
Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as his lips teased her with kisses on the insides of her thighs, his eyes flicking up to meet hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Alex," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, but he didn't respond, not with words at least. Instead, his mouth found her core, his lips and tongue moving with an intoxicating expertise that left her writhing beneath him. Every swipe of his tongue, every lingering touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, each one more intense than the last. He took his time, savoring every reaction, every moan that escaped her lips bringing him his own wave of pleasure, drawing her further and further until she was gasping, teetering on the edge.
And just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he pushed her over, sending her into a spiral that left her breathless. She had never been with a man that had this effect on her, that prioritized her pleasure as much as he did.
Her cries filled the room, her body arching as he held her steady, continuing his movements as he guided her through the intensity of her release.
Before she could come down from her high completely, he was slipping inside of her again, his movements slow and deliberate at first, each one sending her spiraling back into ecstasy.
"Oh, God, Alex," her voice was broken, a mix of surprise and desire as he held her hips, his thrusts becoming unrelenting. She hadn't even finished riding out the last waves of her climax, and he was already taking her higher, pushing her further than she ever thought possible.
Her back arched as she felt her peak racing towards her, her fingernails digging into his skin, almost drawing blood. He let out a rough moan as she tightened around him, the sharp pain of her nails on his back only propelled him further towards his release.
Their moans mingled in the quiet air of the motel as they rode out their waves of pleasure together, Alex only slowing his movements once he was sure she had finished. He slowly rolls to her side but she follows him, resting her head on his shoulder, their bodies and souls intertwined in a way that was both reckless and perfect.
He felt her turn to look at him, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles as if to reassure herself that he was real. She had never been with someone who could take her on such a journey and she began to have second thoughts on only allowing themselves one night of this.
But before she could think about it for too long, she felt Alex's hands begin to venture again, his touch igniting a fresh spark of heat under her skin. There was a glint in his eyes, a hunger and longing that matched her own, but he held back, his movements slow and deliberate as he leaned back to her, his nose brushing softly against hers, teasingly.
"You still with me?" he murmured, his a low rumble that sent a thrill through her.
A soft laugh escaped her, breathless and tinged with disbelief. "You think I'd tire of you that easily?"
Something fierce flashed in his eyes, and he took that as his cue, his hand slipping down her thigh, parting her legs, before slipping his fingers between her folds. She was already so wet for him, her hips bucking instinctively to meet his touch, craving that feeling, that connection they'd only just begun to explore.
He started with one finger slipping inside of her, his thumb brushing against that sensitive part of her, his movements slow, teasing. He savored every gasp, every quiver of her body beneath his touch. His lips moved to her still sensitive nipples, his tongue flicking quickly as her gasps became quicker. He added another finger, feeling her walls tighten around him, every gasp, every touch only feeding the fire between them that couldn't seem to be extinguished.
"Alex..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she grasps his wrist quickly, stopping his movements. "Please..."
He could see what she needed in the look she gave him, her eyes pleading with desire. He met her gaze, his eyes dark and intense as he slowly leaned down, his lips barely brushing her ear. "Take what you need."
And she did. She quickly pushes him onto the pillows, moving to straddle him as she guides him to her entrance. Without hesitation, she drops herself onto him, her eyes never leaving his as she lets out a soft gasp, her hands pressing firmly against his chest as she stretches to accommodate him.
And then she began to move on top of him, his hips matching her rhythm, and she began to lose herself in the feel of him, the way his hands gripped her waist, steadying her as they moved together.
It was truly a sight to behold, the way Norma moved on top of him, her breasts bouncing in the moonlight, her face contorted in pleasure. It was everything Alex had ever dreamed of, and everything he had spent so long running from.
"God, you're so-" He was about to say beautiful but Norma's hand clamped over his mouth, silencing him as she continued to ride him.
"No," she gasps out, finally moving her hand from his mouth to the back of his neck, pulling him to sit up so their chests press together.
"No talking. Just fuck me like you want to." she whispers, staring daringly into his eyes, as if challenging him.
Those words coming from her mouth were enough to push Alex towards yet another pinnacle, and he did exactly that. His grip on her waist tightened as he moved to thrust up into her, no longer caring that his touch was probably bruising her skin. Her gasps became moans, her moans became cries, and eventually, her cries became screams as Alex pounded into her roughly, all the frustrations and tension that had built up pouring out of him.
As they reached another peak together, their cries mingling in the dark, Norma felt something crack open inside of her, something raw and vulnerable that she'd tried so hard to keep hidden.
They lay there afterward, tangled together, their bodies exhausted but their hearts pounding in perfect sync. And though neither of them dared to speak, the silence was filled with an unspoken understanding, a connection that went beyond words.
They'd only promised each other this one night, but in that moment, it felt like they'd lived a lifetime together. Each moment, each feeling, wrapped up in that shared silence.
And as the first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains, casting a soft glow over them, they finally drifted into a light, restless sleep, holding each other close as if they could stop the sun from rising.