Mystery of Dreams and Reality part 2

Léon | The Professional (1994)
F/M
G
Mystery of Dreams and Reality part 2
Summary
Some colours exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum. - Terri Guillemets.
Note
This fic contains heavy smut and is quite possibly the filthiest thing I've ever written. This fic contains: mutual masturbation, finger sucking, hints of future bondage, reader likes Norman's hands, cursing, dirty talk, and possessive Norman Stansfield.The gif of Norman is not mine. I found it on Google and credits to the original owner and creator.

 

You could feel the urgency in the air as your partner carefully but quickly moved his fingers around the outside of your pussy while taking care to avoid your throbbing, neglected clit.

The fingers felt so familiar so when you opened your eyes, which had unexpectedly slid shut, you were expecting to see Sirius standing opposite you.

The man standing opposite you with his fingers currently buried inside of you was not Sirius.  While they looked extremely similar, this man was blond with shorter hair.

“Like that sweetheart?” Your partner purred. 

Words failed you as he brought the hand that had been exploring your pussy to his mouth.  Without breaking eye contact, he sucked each of his fingers into his mouth one by one.

The sight was incredibly erotic and it also fanned the flames of desire inside you that had ebbed once your partner had removed his fingers.

Your hands reached forward, intending to undo your partner’s belt buckle.  Your hands were batted away impatiently by two large hands that reached down to undo the belt bucket themselves.

Your breathing picked up as you watched the fingers on those hands quickly pull the belt from its loops.  The belt was gently placed on a nearby chair.

Your partner saw how your eyes lingered on the belt and he chuckled.  “Next time, my beautiful melody.”

With fingers that trembled slightly, he undid the zipper of his pants and shoved them down his thighs.

One of your partner’s hands wrapped around his cock and he let out a filthy moan at the contact. His hips moved backwards and forwards as he fucked his fist.

You licked your lips as you watched the erotic show in front of you.  One of your hands trailed its way down your stomach before it found your clit. 

You whimpered as your fingers made contact with your clit.  Had you not tipped your head back and closed your eyes, you would have noticed the way your partner’s movements slowed and stopped the second he heard your whimper.

He moved forwards and grabbed both of your wrists which caused your eyes to fly open.

“Jump.” He ordered hoarsely and you didn’t think twice before obeying the command.

Your legs wrapped around his legs and you could feel the material of his pants rubbing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Scream for me baby,” your partner hummed as he widened his stance before his hips surged upwards and he impaled you on his cock.

You had no idea how you knew your partner’s name but it leapt to your lips anyway.

“NORMAN!” You screamed as his hips pistoned backwards and forwards.

“So good,” Norman praised “you make the most wonderful noises when you’ve got my fingers or my cock in you.  I want to hear more.  But only me.  I better be the only one hearing these melodies.”

You didn’t answer, too wrapped up in the sensation of Norman’s cock inside you and the timbre of his voice.

Norman let go of your wrists only to plant both of his hands on the wall behind you.  His hips continued to move at an unbelievable pace and you screamed as the coil inside you tightened and then exploded. 

The tingling feeling crashed over you in waves and you were still trembling from the aftershocks when Norman’s rhythm stuttered.

Now it was Norman’s turn to tip his head back.  “FUCK!”  He roared as his hips crashed into yours one last time and several pulses of warmth spread inside of you.

Norman’s hands landed on your body, touching every bit of skin that they could as your breathing slowed from a rapid pace to a much more relaxed pace.

Norman’s touch was soothing and you felt your eyes drifting closed.  When you mustered enough energy to reopen them, you found yourself alone in the bed you and Sirius shared with a persistent ache between your thighs