A/N: I'm back! Sorry for taking a lifetime to update but I got a little busy with painting Normero, and seeing as I'm better at painting than writing, I decided to rather focus on that :P So, I took a [calculated] risk in writing what I did, but *yolo*, I still hope you enjoy it!

And a massive shout out to my awesome friend solveariddle (why did you make it all small letters, it took me an inordinate amount of time to get over the "ae" :P) for being my sounding board and patiently enduring and answering my incessant Emma questions! XD

Anyway, on to the *action*! Oh, I forgot to mention that this is pure, unadulterated PWP (obviously).

Are we really doing this?..." Norma giggled dubiously, shaking her head with a slight sense of disbelief.

"Yeah, we are" Alex said with an eyebrow quirked in amusement.

"You're a bad influence on me."

"Hey, you're the one who suggested it!"

"You suggested it first! Honestly Alex, you really have a dirty mind," she said as she popped open the remaining buttons of her blouse, shrugging it off and playfully flicking it towards him.

"Says the one who's undressing on camera..."

She instantly froze at his words, her teeth nervously worrying her bottom lip, tugging her hair behind her ears and looking down at her feet.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, switching off the camera and placing it on the bedside table, concerned at her sudden change of mood.

"It's just- I-" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly.

"Hey, it's ok, we don't have to do this."

"No! I want to! I'm - I'm just nervous." Her heart pumped in anxious yet heady excitement, her palms clammy and hands trembling slightly

Alex picked up the camera again, hesitantly turning it on with an audible beep but aiming it away from her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure. I trust you. I totally trust you," she confirmed resolutely, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, allowing it to slide down her arms and drop onto the floor along with her pants.

His eyes travelled hungrily up and down the length of her body, not making any effort to disguise his lust. Or his growing arousal. The dark, almost predatory, gleam in his eyes, unconscious wetting of his lips, fingers tightening around the camera, didn't escape her.

"Get over here," he whispered with a quiet intensity, his voice deep and husky.

She walked over, crawling cat-like onto the bed, her muscles moving smoothly beneath her skin, breasts swaying enticingly.

He trained the camera on her face as she deftly unbuckled his belt, parting the teeth of his zipper before he lifted his hips to help her pull down his pants and boxers, discarding the bothersome items somewhere on the floor.

She stared directly into the lens as she slowly lowered her head, lips curved into a mischievous grin. Her tongue playfully flickered over the tip, dancing around his circumference, once, twice, before allowing it to enter her warm, welcoming mouth. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and enjoying the sensations her slick tongue was enticing.

Norma hummed appreciatively as she worked her way up and down his shaft with ease, knowing the vibrations would drive him crazy. She felt the heavy satisfaction of being proven right when his fingers threaded through her hair and his pleasured groans dropped in pitch.

"Jesus, Norma".

His hips started moving of their own accord as she released him with an audible pop, softly licking the whole length of him, raking her nails up and down his thighs, excited and unashamedly enjoying herself.

He found it increasingly difficult to keep the camera focused on her when he felt that familiar feeling of inevitability tighten in his stomach, but he couldn't allow her to please him any longer. He had to play with her a bit first.

Placing his finger under chin, he lifted her head up, slowly shaking his head.

"Was it bad?" she questioned, the slightly startled and apologetic look on her face tugging at his heartstrings.

"No, no not at all!" She narrowed her eyes incredulously at his vehement assurance.

"I can promise you, if you carry on like this, the show is going to be over pretty soon. And we wouldn't want that," he grinned wickedly before stuffing the camera in her hand and flipping them around.

She landed on her back with a soft thud and a delighted giggle.

So..." he began as he towered over her. She bit back a moan as his lips traced patterns on the delicate skin between her shoulder and collarbone, his fingers skillfully tracing up her inner thigh before softly brushing against the soaked fabric of her panties. Not that the flimsy cloth did much to hinder the race of lightning that shot through her spine.

"You're so wet." He rasped against her erratic pulse as he pressed harder against her.

"I can't wait to taste you."

Her thighs involuntary clenched at his words, between them a sudden rush of wetness in anticipation, the camera slipping from her grip.

His hands were greedy then, moving to roll her pebbled nipples before smoothing down her breasts. His mouth took over, tongue swirling and teeth grazing until his name broke from her lips in a moan. She was burning up and trembled as his lips ghosted down her stomach, tongue briefly dipping in her navel, drawing closer and closer to where she needed him most.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, he slowly inched them down her pale legs before tossing it over his shoulder. Her thighs spread in anticipation of what he was going to do, only to have a hint of a touch before he moved past, taking her foot in his hand and pressing a kiss to her ankle.

Denied any desired contact, she let out a prolonged and needy groan, reaching down to place an insistent hand on his head.

"Anxious, Norma?" he whispered gruffly, voice somewhat low and muted, as his lips trailed a path up her leg, tongue peeking out to lick the delicate crease of her thigh before repeating the gesture on the other.

Norma jerked at his hair, mumbling something incoherently as she tried to push her hips against his mouth, her soft breathy sighs, a wordless plea for more.

His chuckle was dark and sensual and she knew he was snickering at how eager she was. Though she flushed a deeper pink, she really didn't care that he was so amused.

He gazed at her, her heart racing at the hungry look in his eyes.

"I'm just taking my time to enjoy you." There was growl in his voice that made her shudder.

Tauntingly, he nuzzled against her inner thigh, inhaling the heady scent of her arousal and enjoying the warmth of her skin against his cheek.

Alex, please," a promiscuous whisper, a desperate plea escaped her mouth.

He never could deny her anything, and he decided that he wasn't about to start now, especially not when she begged so unashamedly.

Finally relenting and giving in to temptation, he cupped her thighs and lifted them towards her shoulders, spreading her for his devious mouth and divinely talented tongue. She shivered as his moist lips first pressed against her, searching, exploring; whispering throatily about how good she tasted. He teased her mercilessly, tongue flicking back and forth over her heated flesh, relishing in the sensual whimpers slipping past her lips.

She groaned and writhed beneath him, squirming as he licked the creases of her thighs, softly nipping at the tender flesh and running his tongue up and down. When his fingers slid in deep, setting up a rhythm that was simultaneously too much and much too slow, he was rewarded with a low moan as her hands insistently raked through his hair.

Her hips rocked in sync with his delightfully sensual assault, and she was somehow aware of the soft sounds of his fingers moving inside her. As he felt her starting to tighten around him, he curled his fingers upwards and in a "come hither" motion, straightened them before bending again, grinning at the sudden jerk of her body. Her eyes shot open at the familiar and, at that moment, very unwelcome sensation.

"Wait, stop Alex I have to pee!"

He had read about that happening. "No you don't," he assured as she tensed and made a move to pull his fingers out.

"But, Alex-"

"Just let go, Norma," he coaxed gently as his fingers pressed harder and his tongue continued its rapid fluttering. She quietly relented, relaxing her muscles and concentrating on the unfamiliar yet strangely pleasurable sensations his fingers were enticing. With each flick of his wrist and stroke of his tongue, the sighs in her throat grew shorter and coarser as he brought her closer to the peak with his masterful manipulation of her body.

"Oh" she whimpered, her breath coming in broken and uneven pants and gasps, her back arching and hands clutching at the sheets

"I'm gonna-"

Smirking, he withdrew his fingers and pressed his lips against her, delighting at the the violent quivering of her thighs, the desperate way she swore, and the feel of the small gush of liquid inside his mouth.

He gently lapped at her, watching as her chest heaved with every ragged breath and her body trembled with each pleasurable aftershock.

"You look like you enjoyed that," he announced proudly, a self satisfied smirk on his face, as he emerged from between her legs and noticed just how soaked the sheets beneath her hips were.

Norma could barely hear him over the sound of her heavy breathing and her pulse throbbing in her ears. If she hadn't been so far gone, she would have been mildly offended at the way he chuckled so smugly. But she had to admit that all of her previous orgasms paled in comparison to the one he just gave her.

"You know, you were supposed to be filming us and not the sheets," he teased amusedly when he spotted the camera lying next to her.

Typical Norma, he thought as smiled fondly at her mumbled "screw off, Alex."

Sliding off the bed, he reached for the camera before moving towards the dresser.

"What are you doing?" He could tell she was still slightly out of breath.

"I'm setting this up seeing as you're a pretty unreliable camerawoman," he quipped, turning his head to wink at her.

"Well, it's your fault you distracted me so much," she bantered back.

As Alex busied himself with positioning the camera, she took the time to appreciate his body: broad shoulders, taut, sinewy muscles running along his back leading to his tightly toned ass, wondering briefly if she could bounce a quarter off it. She would have to remind herself to try, and chuckled softly at the thought.

"Now, where were we?" he questioned in mock contemplation as he rejoined her on the bed to position himself above her, settling comfortably between her legs. Alex's body on top of hers left Norma breathless, setting up a warm, hollow ache inside of her.

He grinned at her flushed cheeks before leaning forward to kiss her, his tongue licking her lower lip, demanding in an all-too-familiar way. She wound her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as his hard length brushed against her. A growl rumbled from his throat as he rocked forward, teasing himself against her wetness, barely pushing in before pulling back.

"Move, Alex!" she commanded, levelling her eyes at him, growing tired of his tormenting game and unwilling to wait any longer.

"So impatient," he murmured as he reached a hand between them to guide himself to her, a shared groan escaping their mouths as he sunk into her hot and wet body.

"God, you feel so good," he snarled against her neck before sucking on her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat skittering wildly beneath his lips, Norma bucking in response.

Her nails raked down his neck, digging into the corded muscles of his biceps as he set up a slow and shallow rhythm, pulling a shaky moan from her. "Harder," she breathlessly implored, and he complied, gripping her hip as he railed into her.

He could tell by the fluttering clenching of her muscles, the way her breathy sighs gave way to uninhibited moans, that she wouldn't last very long. With their lips tangled and bodies meshed together, he slid his hand down her stomach towards the apex of her thighs.

Ripping her mouth from his, she sucked in a gasp of air as he brushed against her, his calloused fingers creating the most perfect friction, groaning at the quick, sharp pleasure between her legs.

"Look at it, look at the camera", he commanded in a whisper when he felt her contract around him. She turned her head, staring directly into the lens before her muscles pulled taut, body going rigid for a moment, her hands flailing to clutch at the sheets, gasping as she came with a choked "fuck!"

Alex shuddered at the feeling, his breaths coming out as harsh pants. He could feel the coil in his stomach tightening as Norma continued to pulse around him, drawing him closer to the edge.

"Look at the camera, Alex," she echoed his earlier words, still gasping for breath.

"I- can't," he heaved as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, a rough cry tearing from his throat as he gave in to his own pleasure. With each jerk of his body, his muscles protested at the strain of having to keep his weight off Norma. But it was she who pulled him down on top of her, fingers trailing up and down the indent of his spine as he spilled out into her.

The only sound in the otherwise quiet room, was their heavy and erratic breathing. With a groan, Alex shifted and rolled off Norma, a soft whine of disappointment as she felt him slip out of her. It was long moments before either of them could speak

"That was..." she trailed off, sighing in delighted content as she stretched out next to him.

"Yeah, I know." he agreed, giving himself a few more moments to catch his breath before he leaned in closer to her.

"But you really don't think I'm done with you, right?" he whispered in a deep and gravelly tone before catching her earlobe between his teeth and tugging softly, his lips curving upwards as her breath hitched in response.

"I plan on having a repeat of you soaking the sheets."

Norma trembled at his words, a deep pink spreading over her cheeks as she hazily recalled the way she came in his mouth. She had to confess that she was quite eager to see it played out on tape.

And though she would never admit it, after making the tape, she hardly ever touched the book she had hidden in the bedside table.