Songs for this chapter are:

False alarm- Becky Hill & Matoma

Let's Love- Echosmith 

Capsize- Frenship & emily warren

Close- Nick Jonas 

Her lips on mine are more than welcomed, but not exactly the first thing I thought she would do when I saw her standing in my doorway. But here she is, pushing my shoulders against the back of the door, her breath hot on my lips. Her hands are wild as her body presses against me and I attempt to catch my breath.

I put my hands on her hips and her teeth gently pull at my lower lip. I lift one of my hands up to cup her breast and my fingers brush over her hard nipple. She's not wearing a bra. Why is she not? Did she come here to seduce me?

I sure hope so.

When she pulls away, I reach for her. My back is tight against the door and she's stepping away from me. Red stains of lipstick surround her full lips and I lick mine to remember the taste.

"I..." Nora searches for words. Her eyes circle the room and land back on me. Her mouth falls open and she doesn't speak.

I don't think I want to hear what she has to say. Well, usually I do, but not right at this moment. She's good at making excuses for why we shouldn't be doing what we're doing and right now, I want to grab her by the waist and pull her to me. Her breasts are full, barely contained by the low cut of her shirt. What is this outfit she's wearing? The thin straps on her shoulders seem to be capable of holding the thin cloth up. The red of the shirt is as bright as her lipstick.

"What are you wearing?" I ask her, mesmerized by the shirt. Nora cocks her head to the side and looks at me.

She looks down at her outfit and back to me. "Clothes?"

I really should learn to think before I speak. It's definitely something that I could use some work on. To try to wash away that awkward moment, I reach for Nora's arm and pull her back to me. She doesn't stop me from pulling her into my arms and holding her.

"I missed you. When you were gone just now," I tell her through our passion. She's so warm, her body feels like summer nights in Michigan, humid air and fire flies twinkling in the yard. I would catch them in a jar, but let them go soon after. Nora reminds me of a firefly, surprising and bright. Not to be kept in a jar.

She makes a sound, like a sigh, and her hand touches my stomach and travels down, lifting my t-shirt up. When her fingernails slide down my bare skin, I remember the first time she touched me in my bathroom. Her finger slid down my stomach and I should have just grabbed her by the ponytail and kissed her mouth. I should have tasted her lips and felt her body melt into mine the way that it is right now. But I didn't, and somehow we still got here.

Her hand continues lower and she brushes over my arousal. She's completely hijacked my body, heeding control in the most visceral way. Her tongue teases at mine and I tug at the top of the fabric of her soft, silky shirt to expose her breasts to me.

Nora grips my cock in her hand and I feel the familiar aching pull in the bottom of my stomach. I groan for her and she grips harder. The pressure almost hurts, but the pleasure overpowers the pain and I reach down to unbutton my pants. Her hands assist, tugging them down to my legs.

"Are we alone?" She asks, her voice low.

I can't help the small laugh that escapes my lips. Looking down at my pants around my ankles, I ask, "You're asking this now?"

Through a bitten lip, she laughs with me and drops to her knees in front of me. Nora's hands are steady when she pulls my boxers down and I'm envious of how comfortable she seems to be with her sexuality. Her hands don't shake when she undresses me, her bottom lip doesn't quiver when my tongue glides over it. I'm all nervous, shaky hands and awkward moans and I couldn't be sexy if I tried.

Maybe if I pretend to be someone else for a minute I could be sexy. I could be like those guys in romance novels who can make panties drop with the sound of their voice. Nora's hands are stroking me and it's impossible to actually focus on being sexy when her hands feel so, so good.

I look down at Nora and try not to come as fast as I did last time. But she's making that a very, very difficult task with her red lips and hungry eyes. She places a wet kiss on the tip of me and I groan and use the door to keep myself up.

"Mhm," she says, kissing again. "You taste so good," she says and that ache climbs up my stomach to my chest.

"Nora," her name is dissolving cotton candy on my tongue. I moan again, not giving a crap about sounding sexy. She tastes heavenly, better than any maple square my mom ever made. Okay, enough about my mom.

Nora's lips part and she takes me inside of her mouth. She's just so pretty with my cock inside of her mouth. Her dark eyes are looking up at me and it's hard to think about anything but filling her mouth with my come. I need to last longer, please let me last longer than last time.

I try to think about non-sexy things. When her warm tongue gently grazes over the tip of me, I force myself to think about school. I have an exam next week. Work, I have to work tomorrow.

When I look away from Nora, she pulls back and looks up at me. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" I blink at her. "Nothing,"

Nora shifts her body and rests her hands on her thighs. "Liar," her eyes are set on mine. "Talk to me," she urges in a gentle tone.

I take a deep breath. What the heck am I supposed to say? Sorry, I'm just trying not to come in less than five seconds like last time?

No freaking way in hell am I gonna say that.

"I'm just thinking, I guess."

She tilts her head to the side. "Thinking about what?" A hint of red touches her cheeks and oh no, I don't want her to think I'm thinking something bad about this... Or even thinking about anything other than the moment we are sharing right now.

"Thinking?" she repeats, dipping her head down slightly. She moves her body a fraction of an inch away from me and I feel the distance like a big, gaping hole in my chest.

I reach down and cup her cheek, forcing her to look up at me. "Nothing bad," I promise her. "I'm just nervous. Honestly, that's what it is. I don't know why," I stop my rambling before I make a bigger fool of myself.

"Nervous?" she asks. "About what?"

"I don't know," I brush my thumb over her cheek and her eyes flutter closed. "I'm trying

to be cool and stuff, but last time I..." I pause, "last time, I was an idiot."

Nora leans up and my hand falls from her cheek. "An idiot? How?"

My face is hot with embarrassment. "I came so fast, and-" Nora stands up before I can finish my sentence.

"Don't call yourself names in front of me again," her voice is harsh, her eyes even more so. "By calling yourself an idiot, you're contradicting my opinion of you and basically insinuating that I would be with an idiot," she looks around the room and back to me. I get the feeling that she's no where near finished. "And, you don't need to be embarrassed about that. I enjoyed it, and it's never a bad thing when someone is so turned on that they come fast."

Relief floods me and my shoulders relax. "It's not very sexy." I tell her.

She glares at me, "You don't get to decide what I think is sexy."

Her hand is on her hip now.

"I'm sorry," I tell her.

"Stop saying sorry for things you didn't do. You did nothing wrong. You do that too much."

I guess I do. When I think about it, I spend about half of my life saying sorry. Even if I haven't done anything wrong.

I fuss with the bottom of my shirt, trying to cover at least some of my body while she continues.

"If I didn't think you were sexy, I wouldn't be here, on my knees in front of you. You don't have to be whatever version of sexy you think I want. You just have to be here, with me. Do you want to be here with me, right now?" Nora asks.

I nod.

"I need words, Landon."

Of course she does, words aren't real until you say them.

"Yes, yes I do."

"Okay," Nora says and lowers her body back to the floor.

As sexy as she is in front of me, it seems wrong that she's kneeling before me. I should be kneeling before her.

I grab her hand and pull her up. The confusion is clear in her eyes as she stands. "Come to my bed. I want you in my bed."

"Is that so?" she asks.

Without thinking, I scoop her into my arms and move toward my room. My pants are at my ankles, making it difficult to walk but I would rather spend a year in Azkaban than drop Nora or have to put her down because I can't get my pants out of the way. Nora buries her face in my neck and I love the way she feels in my arms.

When I reach the hallway, I kick my pants off and she giggles against my neck. I try to open my bedroom door with one hand and Nora catches onto my struggle and opens the door for me. I walk through the threshold. My bed is so close, only a few more steps.

"Ouch!" Nora says as her foot smashes against the doorway. Shit.

"Sorry!" I rush to drop her onto the bed and she untangles her arms from around my neck.

"I think my foot is broken," she laughs, holding onto the red mark on the top of her foot. I don't even remember her taking her shoes off. Then again, I'm not great at focusing on the details when she's around.

"See, this is why I'm nervous," I tell her. I move up on the bed and sit down next to her. My back is against the headboard and Nora extends both legs. When I look over at her, I'm distracted by that dang shirt again.

Nora leans her head onto my shoulder. "I missed you while I was gone too," she finally responds to my words from a few minutes ago. I had forgotten they existed.

I stay quiet for a moment before asking, "Where did you go?"

She turns to me and shakes her head. No response.

"Are you cheating on me?" I ask her, meaning it as a joke, but her back goes rigid and the energy between us shifts.

"I wasn't aware that I was in a position to be cheating on you?" Nora smiles, but it's faker than a plastic doll. Now the tables have turned, she's nervous. I can feel it. There's something else too, and I imagine that I can feel a great pain inside of her.

I lean up, and study her face. "Would you like to be?"

Her lips shake and she opens her mouth, then closes it again.

Guess not.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm thinking."

"You're always thinking," I tell her, ignoring the probing ache in my chest at the idea that she could possibly want to be more with me.

"I want nothing more than that," her voice is small, unrecognizably so.

I don't give her a chance to add anything to that sentence, I turn my face to hers and take her mouth to mine. My hands cup her cheeks, move down to her neck, and I push my tongue through her lips.

She groans into my lips and I move in front of her. Her thighs spread open for me and I push my body between them, kissing her hard. I kiss her longer, harder, deeper. My mouth grows hungrier, my hands grow fierce and my insides feel as if they are burning to liquid. I pull away to admire her face. My eyes take her in, every centimeter of her face deserves to be admired and I could stare at her for one-hundred years and it would never be enough. I brush my hand over her hair and rest my hand on the juncture of her neck. She's watching me, her arms motionless at her sides. The corners of her mouth are upturned, but she's not quite smiling.

I'm over now, her face inches away from mine. I lean in and brush my nose against hers, she closes her eyes tightly and a small noise comes from the back of her throat.

"Are you still thinking?" her voice is quiet.

"Only about one thing,"

She keeps a steady gaze, her eyes careful. "And what's that?"

Instead of answering her, I lean into her and press my lips to hers. My hand fists her long hair and I move one arm under her back, lifting her to press her body against me. I cant' seem to get close enough, the urge to hold her closer and closer still is an overpowering one.

I don't remember ever feeling this way about a person, wanting to be close enough to become one.

With one hand holding her neck still, I move my hand down to her bottom, softly caressing the soft flesh. The sound of her moans fills my ears, my small bedroom, my apartment, my block, my city, my world.

Her body was made for this. She was made for me.

I feel her warm hand grab ahold of mine and she guides me back to her front, between her thighs. Her black pants are tight and the fabric is thin. When I touch her, I feel her arousal through the material. My god, this woman's going to kill me.

"Don't stop, Landon. Please," her words are a spark of flame to a forest of trees and I'm no longer here in this room. I'm above it, watching from the sky, wondering how I got lucky enough to be with her, like this.

My fingers move to the waist line of her pants and I unbutton them quickly. She lifts her back up, helping me to remove them. I make the mistake of looking at her. From her silky, low-cut red shirt with her breasts swollen and nearly completely out of it, to her red panties, my heart is pounding through my ribcage, threatening to break free.

When I look at her, I recognize the look in her eyes and still can't believe that I'm worthy of her beautiful eyes on me. She's breathing hard, lips parted, and staring at me. She raises a shaking finger to my face and traces the outline of my lips. I kiss her finger and she groans, still caressing my wet lips. I wrap my lips around the tip of her finger and gently bite down. Her hips lift off of the bed.

"Landon," she breathes my name as soft as ash.

"Nora," I say hers back to her and she guides me to enter her and she slides those damn red panties down her thighs.

"Do you have one?" She asks me. Have one what?

"One?"

"Condom,"

Oh duh.

"Uhm?" I'm sure I have one somewhere around here. Where would it be? If I was a condom where would I be...

Inside of Nora, that's where.

"I'm on birth control," she says, looking unsure.

I climb off the bed and hurry to my dresser. Digging through the folded briefs and socks, I feel a plastic wrapper. Bingo!

"Bingo?" Nora says, a youthful giggle in her voice.

My stupid mouth never waits for my permission to speak. I don't say anything, I just laugh with her and climb back between her legs. With steady hands she helps me and once again guides me to her. I lean my face to hers and kiss her lips, her cheeks, her chin, even her closed eyes.

She sighs and wraps her arms around my back, pulling me to enter her. Fuck, she feels... She feels like nothing I've ever felt. Maybe it's been too long, or maybe she's just perfect for me. Her body, still and soft under me, is all curves and tan skin. I didn't take her shirt off, but I can see plenty of her breasts. She catches me looking down at them and she pulls the fabric down, cupping her own breasts and she pulls them out from her shirt. I bend my neck to pull one of her soft, dark nipples into my mouth. I gently nibble her, eliciting a sharp whimper.

Her arms are behind my back, pushing me to her. "Are you okay?"

I thrust into her slowly, reveling in the exquisite feel of her body taking mine. I nod and I lift my mouth to hers. I keep moving slowly, in and out. In and out. Tenderly touching her, claiming her as mine.

She kisses me until all I can feel is her heart pounding against my chest, her body flush with mine. Her legs grow stiff and she whispers, begging me not to stop. And I don't, until my body falls onto hers in a fit of sighs and rising and falling chests.

I roll off of her warm body and lay on the bed beside her. "That was-" I try to catch my breath.

"Perfect," Nora says the words for me. 

(I'm in The Philippines and I'm having such an amazing time already, I hope to see you all at the festival this sunday at Raffles Makati! Sorry it took me nine years to update! It won't be this long again <3 )