Norman Reedus Imagines

Let's skip dinner (Norman)

You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring your handy work. Your makeup was flawless. Your smoky black eyeliner made your bright green eyes stand out more than usual. You wore a tight black dress with a strapless push-up bra that made your boobs look ravishing. The dress went to your mid thigh, it didn't look trashy like of a porn star it was a classy dress, but it definitely said you meant business.

You smiled at your reflection starring right back at you. The mirror suddenly revealed another reflection behind you. The man you were desperately and hopelessly in love with. His gorgeous blue eyes started right through you in your reflection in the mirror.

You watched as he placed a necklace around you neck with careful hands. His knuckles softly brushed against your skin, teasing you.

"You ready babe?" He asked you.

"I am." You smiled.

He kissed the skin connecting your neck to your shoulder. His lips began traveling up to the pulsing vein on your neck, leaving ghost kisses along the way.

"Hmm." You closed your eyes. "You're so sweet."

He turned you around to face him. "You sure you wanna go to this thing?" He asked looking you up and down and licking his lips.

"Not really. But we got all dressed up." You paused looking at him. "And you look delicious in a suit. It would be a waist." You told him.

"Not as delicious as you look." He said.

He grabbed you by the hips and thrust his body to yours, making you feel how hard he was underneath his pants.
You whimpered. Enveloping your arms around his waist you couldn't help but rub your clothed covered crotch against his.

He kissed you forcibly before you had any time to react. His tongue pushing eagerly against your lips demanding entry. You allowed.
Your tongues intertwined around each other's, drinking each other kiss as your bodies vigorously rubbed against one another.

"Mhm I don't think you really want to go sweetheart." He said once you separated for air. His right hand traveled down to in between your thighs, caressing your skin softly as you panted for air. Painfully slow, his hand finally made contact with your heat. He pressed his calloused fingers in your underwear feeling your slick wetness soak through.

"Look at you. Soaked already." He rubbed small circles on your clothed mound, making you draw your head back moaning in ecstasy.

"Like that don't ya? Dirty little girl." He whispered huskily against your throat before nipping at your flesh.

"Norman..." You tried once more. You had to try it, if only to say you did later on.

He pushed the straps off your shoulders and licked his way across your skin stopping at the top of your breasts.

Abruptly, he stopped massaging your covered pussy and hissed in loss of contact. Your torment was short lived however, as as he roughly grabbed your orbs in his hands and palmed your perfect mountains his hands.

"Fuckin love these!" He said before pushing the fabric of your dress along with your bra down so your breasts came to view. Almost immediately his mouth covered your right nipple, sucking and teasing your tender flesh before he moved to the other one.

He nearly ripped the dress off of you, taking your high pumps off in process. Finally, he unhooked your bra and tossed it to the other side of the room. You stood there almost completely bare with the exception of your lacy black and red thong.

"Fuck babe!" He growled. Norman roughly grabbed you and turned you around, making you grab the edges of the long mirror as you took the opportunity to push your ass against his erection.