Songs for this chapter are:

What a Feeling- One Direction

What Do You Mean- Justin Bieber

Show Me Love- Sam Feldt ft Kimberly Anne

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Of course Nora was right and her cabbage was delicious. It didn't taste anything like my mom's smelly cabbage rolls. Nora sat perched up on the counter and fed me bite after bite. It tasted like garlic and salt and she kissed my lips after each bite I took, so I ate the entire pan.

"I told you it was good," she says, squirting soap onto the pan she cooked it on. I watch her clean the dishes and wonder if I should offer to help.

I probably should. "Can I help you?" I ask and she turns to me, half surprised, half smiling like I just offered a fluffy white puppy.

"Let me get this straight," Nora licks her lips and I walk closer to her. "You not only have the tongue of a saint, the body of a God, and the brain of a philosopher, you also help wash dishes?"

Something pulls at my chest with each word of praise that escapes from her lips.

Her expression is one of amusement and I love the way her unguarded smile hangs from her lips. Just like the way I love the way my briefs hang low on her hips. My shirt doesn't swallow her, the fabric is somewhat tight against her chest and hips, but loose on the arms. Now my shirt will smell like her. Good thing I barely do laundry. I'll never have to wash it again. Okay maybe not never again, but not any time soon.

I stand behind her as she pretends to wash the same pan that has been in her hands for two minutes now. What is she daydreaming about? Me helping her with dishes? Is it that simple to climb into her heart? I hope so.

I finally answer her. "That I do, little lady."

Her long fingers hold onto the sponge and she dips it back into the soapy water beneath. "Again with the little lady?" She tilts her head slightly, exposing her neck. I can't tell if she's purposely encouraging my need for her, or if her body is calling to me without intention. Either way, I'm a lucky s-o-b. "I'm older than you," she adds.

I laugh under my breath and I watch small bumps grow on her neck. Did I cause that? Holy shit, I think I did? I wrap my arms around her waist and she leans back into me, her bare neck calling my name. I kiss her there, just above the curve of her throat.

"I'm bigger than you," I breathe into her neck and kiss her again. My tongue swipes over her warm skin and she groans, breathless. My hands move to her hips and I give her a light squeeze.

"Bigger, are you?" Her voice is small and gruff. Nora pushes back, her ass pressing against me.

"I am," my hands travel to her breasts and I rub them softly, gently kneading her flesh. When my fingers find her nipples, only covered by the thin fabric of my cotton t-shirt, my fingers tug at them, feeling them harden under my thumb. I tweak them, with each pinch my touch grows stronger, her moans transform into mewls, her whining gasps make me throb for her.

Her unmoving hands are still in the water and I move one hand down to her stomach. I stop there, unsure how far to take it. As if she can hear my thoughts, she turns her face to look at me but keeps her back against my front. "You can be whoever you want with me, remember?"

I can be who I want to be with her. No pressure, no worrying about whether I sound cool or lame, or strong or weak. I don't have to push through the fields of doubt in my mind, I don't have to question every single thing I say or do. With her, there is a silence I've never known.

"What do you want, Landon? Tell me," Nora moves her hips, rubbing her ass against my hardness. "Don't be afraid. I want you," her hand wraps around me through my thin pants. "I need you," she adds.

"Turn around," I growl into her ear. I barely recognize my own voice. Nora doesn't hesitate, she turns around to face me. Her sheepish gaze isn't one that I'm used to from her. Her expression is timid, she's panting, her shyness is new, but so, so hot.

"Do you want me to tell you what I want?" I ask her, my voice coming out much clearer than in my head. In my head, I'm nervous but excited. I'm jumping up and down with anticipation of touching her. But here in reality, I'm standing tall, my unwavering gaze swallows her and I can't believe I'm this damn lucky.

She nods, her eyes staring right through me. "I want you to sit in this chair," I reach for the chair closest to me and pull her away from the sink. Her hands are still dripping with water and the front of my pants are wet. She sits down in the chair, hands folded on her lap.

"Stand back up," I instruct her. When she obeys, I tug at my briefs to pull them down her thighs. I lift the shirt up over her head and watch, enthralled with the way her breasts hang heavy and full, all tanned and hard nipples. Her body is something to behold and I drop to my knees to worship her.

"Sit down," I tell her when my knees hit the floor. She sits and I run my fingers up her legs to the tops of her thighs. A shiver runs through her and she watches me, gasping every time my eyes meet hers. I gently spread her thighs and bend my head down to kiss the tops of them. Nora's fingers thread through my hair and she caresses my head as I give her body my full devotion. My fingers tease her, running over her pussy, and I push one inside of her. I watch her face as her eyes roll back and her mouth parts in ecstasy.

I pump my fingers slowly and tease her with my lips, softly brushing them over her sex. She groans and groans with every stroke of my fingers and I love how vocal she is. She does amazing things for my ego.

After a few seconds of torment, I end her suffering by swiping my tongue over her wetness. "Oh god," she says and I repeat the motion. She tastes like sugar coated honey and I've always had a sweet tooth.

When her legs stiffen in the chair, I wrap my arms through her thighs and lift them just enough to support her as she comes. She says my name. She says how sweet I am. You're so good, Landon. So, so good.

I taste her as she climaxes and I hold her legs still as she recovers. She's completely naked, sitting on the chair, breathing hard, and I don't want to stop. I want to taste her again. I bend back down and under my tongue, I can feel her throbbing, pulsing from the orgasm she just had. I'm not done. She told me to do what I wanted, be who I want to be. This is who I want to be. Someone who worships her body and finds pleasure in her pleasure.

By the third time she comes, her body has turned to jello. When she falls back, done and finished and sated, I pull her into my arms. She melts into me and I stroke her back with soft touches and after a few minutes, I think she may have fallen asleep.

"I tell you to do what you want with me and you make me come three times," she whispers, burying her head further into my chest. Her arms tighten around me and I find an immense satisfaction in cradling her on my kitchen floor.

I touch her cheek and brush her hair off of her face. "That's what I wanted to do." I shrug.

Nora sits up just enough to look at me and repositions her body so her thighs are on either side of my hips and her breasts are in my face. Bare breasts, might I add. It takes every ounce of self-control not to lick them.

"Can I keep you?" she smiles a playful smile at me.

I decide to lick her. When I do, she wraps her hand around my neck and pushes my face into her breasts. I could live in here, buried in her beauty, I lamely think to myself. I could definitely just sit here all day and night with my face buried in her bosom. Do people still use the word bosom? Probably not.

She giggles when I bite at her. "Is that a yes?"

I nod, my face in her chest.

After humoring me for a few minutes, she drags me off of the floor and I finish washing the dishes while she makes the cookie dough that I earned for eating the cabbage. If Nora promised to feed me my vegetables each day, I would become a herbivore in no time. We could eat kale smoothies and grainy cereal things all day.

When I finish drying the dishes, I join her at the counter and watch her roll the dough into balls.

"What kind of cookies are those?" I ask her. There are white chips in them and something that looks like a berry.

"White chocolate raspberry."

While the cookies bake, my small apartment fills with that familiar cookie smell and I decide that Nora should come over every day. I would be very, very happy with that.

Where does she live now? I had nearly forgotten that she came to my house with her hands full of her belongings.

"Are you back in your apartment?" I ask her. She's sitting on the counter top again and I'm between her legs.

"No," she replies. That's it. Just a no.

"Where are you staying? Do you need to stay here?" I ask her.

"No." She smiles this time and I brush my nose over hers. "My sister is coming tomorrow and she's going to let me stay in her condo across the bridge."

Across what bridge?

"What bridge?"

Nora wraps her arms behind my neck. "The condo is in Manhattan."

Ohhh, that bridge.

"Manhattan? That's far from your work."

"It's not too far."

"You can stay here."

She smiles and pulls me closer. "No, I can't."

"Why?" I ask her, generally wondering.

Nora shakes her head but doesn't respond.

"So if your sister is coming tomorrow, does that mean I won't see you?"

She nods.

"I would like to meet her," I say.

Nora's back stiffens slightly and she shakes her head. "Meet my sister? Oh, that's a horrible idea." She smiles at me, but I'm not smiling.

A horrible idea? Why would that be a horrible idea? If we are trying to get to know each other better, why would I not meet her sister? It's not like I asked her to marry me, I just want to meet some of her family.

"And why is that?" I question, hoping she can't hear the uncertainty in my voice.

Nora pulls away from me and leans back against the cabinets. "My sister..." she searches for words. "My sister is not someone you just meet, it's a whole production. We would have to plan this much, much better. I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, her and Ameen are not people who just meet people."

Her voice is frantic now, much different than it was moments ago. What is she so afraid of? I don't get it. Why would it be such a big deal for me to meet her sister? I look around my small kitchen, down my narrow hallway. I take note of my bank account and my sweatpants. I remember how well her sister was dressed in all of those Facebook pictures. Sleek hair and heavy makeup, perfect white teeth and a pristine white dress. Her wrists were covered in diamonds as sparkly as her teeth as she held one side of her husband's award. Well, awards. As in, award, after award, after award.

This time it's me who pulls away. "Okay, so I won't meet them." I don't explain my sudden change of thought and she doesn't ask me to. 

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