A year and a half had passed since you first started dating Norman. He's been so good to you and you love him dearly.
    He's a sweetheart to you, doing whatever it takes to make you happy and protecting you when he finds it necessary. But he's also a nervous wreck at times. Sometimes, it's hard for him to go for what he wants or even know how to ask for it.
     You know he wants you just as much as you want him. The gentle kisses have managed to somehow escalate into full-on make out sessions and he has slowly slipped into allowing foreplay, after a heck of a lot of convincing.
     Still, he's incredibly nervous to go all the way, partially because he's a gentleman and doesn't want to hurt you in anyway and also partially because he's scared he won't know what to do.
      But you're determined to get him to finally make love with you! You've tried different methods, ranging from easing him into it romantically and just jumping in. Eventually, you decided the best way was to just go ahead and jump in, head first, and hope for the best.
      One day, you were wandering the halls of the hotel, generally helping run the place, when you heard noises down one hall. Curious, you made your way down the hall until you reached the bathroom.
     You could hear the shower on and the sound of Norman humming. You knew it was him because it was the song you'd sing to him when he'd have a hard day and needed something to help him feel better.
     You were just about to turn around and go back to work when a devious thought entered your mind. Instead, you gingerly opened the door. Norman didn't hear you as he was still humming.
     Biting your lip nervously, you quickly yet quietly stripped out of your clothes, tossing them to the floor next to his own. You stepped into the shower behind Norman, who finally noticed your presence.
     "(Y/n)..." He sighed, quietly. You shushed him.
     Immediately, you pressed yourself up against him from behind, wrapping your arms around him. He sighed again, but in a more contented way this time, and let you. You kissed along his neck and shoulders, taking a moment to admire him. He may seem skinny on the outside but he was actually pretty lean and well built.
     You massaged his shoulders before lowering your hands to his chest and stomach before reaching the place you were trying to get to. You began stroking his cock slowly from behind, teasing him.
    Norman bit his lip the second you touched him, not wanting to make any noise and disturb the guests. You got a better hold on his dick and stroked him faster, occasionally rubbing your thumb against the tip. He lost the battle and began moaning, unable to control the noises that came from his mouth. You took that as your cue to keep going.
     Eventually, he got tired of the teasing and turned around in your arms so he could kiss you, deeply and passionately. You pressed yourself against him, still stroking his cock slowly.
     "A-are you sure y-y-yo-you want to d-do this?" He asked, nervousness lacing his voice.
     You nodded your head quickly. "Yep."
     To show him just how much, got down onto your knees so that your face was level with his member. Your tongue darted out and licked the tip. He groaned loudly. Grinning, you licked a long slow stripe from the base to the tip before taking his length into your mouth.
     Granted, being a shy virgin, your inexperience showed but Norman couldn't care less when you were sucking him off like that. He wanted you...badly.
     "(Y-y/n)!" He moaned out. "Maybe we should take this somewhere....more comfortable?" He suggested shyly.
     You nodded your head quickly, desperate to feel him against you. Immediately, he grabbed ahold of you, lifting you into his arms, and, with strength you didn't even know he had, he carried you into his private room.
     He carried you over to the bed, gently laying you on the sheets. His dark eyes were now filled with lust, something you didn't expect from Norman. Smiling sweetly at your naked form, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soulful kiss.
     A moment later, you were pinned underneath his body as he began to worship yours, pinching and sucking a nipple here, rubbing your clit, sticking his tongue inside of you, it was all so sweet and intimate how he did it, always making sure you were ok and doing whatever possible to wring the beautiful whines and moans that fell from your lips.
     Finally, unable to wait any longer, he thrust into you sharply, filling you whole with that one smooth thrust. Moans escaped both of you as he penetrated you. Slowly, afraid of hurting you, he began moving his hips, working his way into you before pulling out and repeating the process, watching your face, gauging for any reaction that you didn't enjoy it.
     Eventually, the pleasure became too much and he could no more stop himself from fucking into you quickly than you could stop your hips from snapping up to meet his.
     Just as he was about to pull out to stop himself from cumming, you wrapped your legs around his waist and held him there, not wanting him to leave you. He came hard, squirting his cum deep inside you.
     Tired, he rested his forehead against yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You returned the sentiment, running your fingers through his hair. A moment later, he pulled out of you and the pair of you rolled onto your sides to fall asleep together.