“Hey, excuse me, this isn’t right, I didn’t order this,” the customer gets your attention by waving his hand in front of your face.
“I’m sorry, what did you order?”
“Well, this but without the bun.”
“Okay, do you think maybe you can take the bun off, or do you need a new one?”
“Take it back, I want a new one.”
“Not a problem sir,” you force a smile and go back to the kitchen with the plate.
“He wants the bun taken off,” you say to the chef.
“He couldn’t do that himself?”
“Apparently not. Too much effort,” you say, rolling your eyes. The chef laughs and you got back out to serve the man again.
“There you go sir, hope this is better,” you smile and walk away, hearing him call you names as you do. This pretty much summed up your shift, full of assholes and not a break between them. You were glad to finally hang up your apron and go home, practically running out of the door to your car and speeding down the road. Opening the door to the apartment, you throw your keys on the table in the hallway and sigh deeply as you kick the door shut.
“How was your shift?” Norman calls out to you as you take your shoes off. You walk into the kitchen and the look on your face says it all.
“Oh no. That bad?” He says, pulling a sad face and kissing you on the forehead.
“Worse,” you sigh, leaning your forehead on his chest.
“Poor baby. Do you want something to eat?” He offers, rubbing his hands up and down your back protectively.
“Yes please,” you nod, lifting your head up and seeing what he was cooking. It was a pasta dish with mushroom sauce and you licked your lips looking at the pots on the hobs.
“Go and get your pyjamas on then, and I’ll dish this up,” he says, kissing you again on the head. You do as he says and head to the bedroom to change. It was a bit of a pain working late shifts, but as you both had odd sleeping patterns it seemed to work out well. Coming back out into the kitchen in your pyjamas, you see the food sitting on the counter ready for you. You sit on the bar stool and start shovelling it in your mouth, eager to fill your belly.
“Woah, slow down there, I’m not going to steal it!” Norman laughs.
“I’m just super hungry,” you say with a mouthful of pasta. He smiles and looks back down to his plate as you carry on eating. Once finished you wash up the dishes and join Norman on the sofa to watch a bit of telly before bed.
“Feeling better?” He asks as you plonk down next to him.
“A bit,” you smile. He scrolls through the channels and lands on a film. You sit there and keep thinking back to the rude customers from earlier, making yourself worse. Norman looks over at you and can tell you’re tense. He knows how much you over think things, and knows that you’ll be sitting there mulling it over. He slides off of the sofa onto the floor, then kneels up between your legs. You snap out of your thoughts and look at him confused.
“What are you-?”
“Shhh,” he whispers, placing a finger over his mouth. Your eyes go wide as he starts to shimmy your shorts and panties down, and you lift your bum up to help. He slides them off of your legs and throws them to one side, then puts his hands on your knees and pushes them apart. He looks at your pussy, licking his lips, then pulls your hips towards the edge of the sofa. His eyes meet yours, then he dips his head between your legs, sticks out his tongue and slowly trails it up your folds to your clit.
“Ohh,” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head, hands resting in his hair. He does it again, except faster this time, then inserts his tongue inside you, moving it up and down and side to side, lapping at your walls. You instinctively clench around him and he then pumps it in and out of you. Your hips move forward more, almost off the edge of the sofa, and he takes his tongue out, spreading your juice up your folds. His attention turns to your clit, flicking over it again and again, then he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them round as they thrust in and out quickly.
“Norm,” you exhale as your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his face further into your pussy. He nips and sucks at your clit, making your thighs start to tremble as your orgasm builds. After a few more flicks of his tongue, you let go over his fingers, his face buried in you as he helps you ride out your high.
“Shit,” you breathe, watching him lick his fingers as he takes them out of you, “what was that for?”
“I just want to make you feel better,” he whispers, kissing your mound, then your hips, then your stomach.
“You’ve definitely done that,” you sigh, stroking his hair.
“Oh I’m not done yet,” he laughs against your skin. He moves up your body, planting his lips on yours and grinding into your hips. Suddenly he pulls away then grabs your legs and lifts you up onto his shoulder as you squeal with excitement. He throws you playfully onto the bed and you giggle, kicking your legs out. His hands grip your legs, stopping them from moving, then he pins them down to the bed and crawls on top of you, his forearms resting either side of you head.
“I love you,” he whispers before kissing your neck.
“I love you too,” you exhale, your skin now on fire as he sucks at it. He takes one hand and pushes his shorts down, then slides inside you slowly.
“Norman, oh,” you moan, eyes shut tightly. His lips move up to your jaw, leaving kisses all the way along it, then attaching himself to your lips again as he thrusts in and out of you painfully slow. Your hands land on his ass, gripping his skin and pulling him against you, making him go deeper. You lift your hips to make him start hitting your clit as he pumps, and he groans into your chest. He makes love to you slowly, hitting deep and hard rather than fast, his mouth on your chest, alternating between your breasts where he sucks and bites your nipples. Your climax starts to build slowly, your legs tightening around his waist as he holds himself inside you a bit longer each time. Finally you release, panting heavily as he carries on, eventually letting go inside you, biting down on your neck as you both ride your highs out. He looks up at you, both your bodies beaded with sweat, mouths open as you catch your breath, and smiles lovingly, wiping the hair away from your face. You smile back, both wordlessly communicating just how much you love each other.