Chapter 44

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I wake up warm. It takes me a moment to shake off the drowsy state and realize a smooth leg is thrown over my thighs, an arm squeezing my waist and a head full of hair lying on my chest. Nora's grappling me like a monkey.

I feel a smile tug at my mouth as I lift my head to see her face. She looks calm, a cute little contented sigh escaping her lips as she sleepily adjusts her position, scooting closer. My arms tighten around her of their own volition. I never thought I'd enjoy cuddling, but damn it, when it comes to Nora, I never want her to detach. 

I let her sleep. I'm perfectly content just lying in bed with her, and after some time find myself absently trailing my fingers along her shoulder and down her arm and back up again. Her lashes flutter and her fingers curl on my chest, her naked body fidgeting against me, sending waves of heat through me.

"Morning," her voice is raspy as she blinks up at me, still half-asleep.

"Morning," I lean down to kiss her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," she nods, smiling. "I always do with you."

Something squeezes at my heart and I have to look away and clear my throat to not sound like a pansy. "Me too."

She starts tracing little circles on my chest with her forefinger, followed by warm little kisses. When she gets to my nipple and starts sucking on it, I have to close my eyes tight to try to control myself. My dick is already at attention, poking at her thigh.

The bed dips as she leaves my side and moves on all fours on top of me. Shit. I feel myself going rock hard when my eyes land on her perky tits with her nipples erect. She looks down at me and grins, clearly enjoying the effect she has on me.

"Already hard, huh?" she teases before lowering her lips back to my skin, moving lower in a tortuous space.

"For you, always," I manage to grunt as her tongue licks at me dangerously close to my pulsating cock.

"Yeah?" her voice is all sexy and breathy, her mouth hovering above my cock. My balls tighten in anticipation.

"Yeah," I look down at her, knowing well she can see the lust in my eyes. I've barely gotten the word out when her tongue darts out, licking at the wet tip. Fuck. My fingers curls into fists by my sides as her tongue keeps exploring. She's teasing me, and damn it feels amazing.

I'm trying hard to fight the urge to thrust my hips and fuck her mouth hard. She notices, a glint in her eyes as her lips close around me. "You taste so fucking good," she moans, closing her eyes and fuck if I don't go even harder. I'm not going to last long, not with her sexy as hell mouth around me.

Then she takes me in deeper, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she starts moving her head up and down on my length. It's incredibly satisfying watching her blow me, and I have to restrain from coming into her mouth just yet. I clench my muscles and close my eyes tight, all the while she continues her heavenly assault.

Then she takes me even deeper, my tip brushing against her throat, and I can't hold it off any longer. "Nora, fuck!" my hips jerk, my load shooting into her mouth. I watch her swallow and lick her lips clean, her lids hooded over. The act makes my dick switch, already getting ready for another round.

"You're so fucking sexy," I sit up and pull  her on my lap so I can kiss her. Her tongue darts into my mouth and makes me loose all my sense. How the heck does this girl have this affect on me?

My cock is resting against her stomach, already desperate to be inside her.

"Good as new already?" her fingers close around my shaft as I start kissing her neck. Damn she tastes good. I suck on a tender spot and she moans, the sound doing funny things to my insides.

"I need to be inside you. Now," I say, my voice husky with need.

She nods, letting me lift her up and position her above my cock. Her hands come to rest on my shoulders, and then she slams down. We both elicit a loud groan. Her sweet pussy is already so wet and even tighter than I remembered.

She starts grinding on me, a whimper escaping her as her clit brushes against me. My hands grip her tiny waist, trying hard not to take control. Instead, I plant kisses along her jaw, nibbling her skin.

"More," she breathes out and turns her face so that my lips can capture hers. I devour her mouth as she keeps moving, sending spikes of pleasure coursing through me. We break apart for air but her eyes come to rest on mine, lust evident in the brown depths.

Looking someone in the eye while fucking is a thing I've only done with her, never even having thought about it before. But seeing the pleasure clear as day on her face... I fucking love it. I love knowing I'm the one making her feel this good.

A trickle of sweat is gathering at her brows, her skin glowing as she tightens her grip on me and speeds up the rhythm. I can tell she's close. I grab her delicious round ass and guide her movements as her breaths start coming shorter and faster. And then she cries out, her tight walls closing around my dick, milking me. I groan, lifting her up and slamming her down a few more times before finding release myself.

We're both breathing hard, her cheek resting against my shoulder as she clings to me, her body trembling. We're still joined, but she seems to be as reluctant to move as I am.

Eventually we have to detach ourselves, though, but we only make it as far as the bathroom door before I'm slamming inside her again. Round three, here we go.

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"So, what do you want to do today?" I ask when we've finally fully satisfied ourselves. For now, at least.

"Hmm," she taps her swollen lips with her finger, thinking. "Beach and ice-cream? The weather's warm enough."

"Beach and ice-cream it is," I pull her to me and plant a kiss on her. I'm feeling oddly light and happy this morning.

"Yay," she smiles up at me, and that alone makes my stomach feel all fluttery. What the hell is happening to me? I shake my head, trying to shake off the odd jitters as I look for my clothes before realizing I only have the tux with me. Not exactly beach-wear.

"We need to stop by my place first," I tell her as she disappears into her filled-to-the-brim walk-in closet. I've never understood why she needs so many clothes but then again, I'm a guy.

I pull on the dress pants and shirt, leaving off the vest and jacket, and sit down on the edge of her bed to wait. She soon emerges wearing a white crop top and little jean shorts that hug her ass and show off her sexy legs. I can't help but stare, my mind already forming dirty thoughts.

"Stop imagining me naked," she scolds me jokingly and turns her back to me to face a mirror to pull her thick hair up on one of those big messy buns girls wear. She wiggles her butt a little, winking at me over her shoulder as a low growl forms in my throat.

"Then stop teasing me," I grunt, my dick already straining against my boxers. I adjust my pants, a motion that makes her chuckle.

She grabs a canvas bag and starts stuffing things in there as I look at the ceiling and try to think about anything but her body.

"Ready," she announces, skipping over to me. She takes my hands in her much smaller ones and pulls me up.  "Let's go. Sun's waiting." She drags me downstairs and to the garage, and we slip in her car.

She starts the engine and reverses out, lowering her sunglasses to block out the blinding rays of sunshine before heading toward my house. It doesn't take her long to turn up the music and start singing along to it. I don't know much about pitch or tone or singing in general, but damn she sounds good. Her voice is crystal clear and angelic, and I could listen to her all day everyday.

She notices me staring and smiles, and I kid you not my heart goes all haywire. This girl is something else. I'm turning into a complete mushy lovesick puppy when I'm with her, and if that doesn't mean I'm whipped, I don't know what does.

"You're doing it again," she sounds amused and I have to blink a few times to clear my head.

"Doing what?"

"Staring," her eyes leave the road for a second and land on me.

"Can't help it," I say truthfully. No sense in trying to act cool. I can't pretend with her anyway, not anymore. "You're just so damn beautiful."

Her lips part in surprise, no doubt having expected me to make a joke or deflect or something. Then her expression melts and a tinge of red sneaks up her neck, her lips fighting off a smile.

"I love it when you smile," I lift my hand and stroke my thumb over her lips. "Especially when it's me that's causing it."

She smiles even harder now, her cheeks twitching. "You're making me blush," she mutters, but I can tell she's pleased.

"I know," I grin. "I love that, too."

She's clearly speechless, probably wondering where all of this is suddenly coming from. I'm wondering it myself. She opens her mouth to say something, but just then she hits a pothole and and I hear a crack, the car jumping a little.

Her fingers grip the wheel tighter and she pulls over to the side of the road, only a block from my house. The roads in this part of town are awful, full of crack and holes.

She kills the engine and hurries out of the car, running over to the right front wheel, squatting down next to it. "Damn it," she mutters. "It was brand new."

I don't need to see the tire to know it's flat; the car is becoming slanted on one side.

"Do you have a spare?" I ask, getting out.

"Of course," she stands up and opens the back. She shuffles around there for a moment before pulling out a tire, which I take from her and lower it on the ground while she pulls out a jack and a wrench.

She lays the wrench on the ground and I offer my hand for the wrench but instead of giving it to me, she raises a brow at me amused.

"I'll do it," I tell her, still holding out my hand.

"Yeah, thanks, but I can do it myself," she shakes her head. "I've changed a tire a plenty of times."

"You have?" I can't help but sound surprised.

She rolls her eyes and squats down and removes the hubcap and then starts loosening the lug nuts, putting her body weight behind it. "Everybody who has a car should know how to change a tire."

"Agreed, but not nearly everybody does."

"No," she agrees, shrugging. "But I don't want to be some damsel in distress so I learned when I first got this car." She puts the jack under the car's frame, kneeling down to see it's placed correctly, and uses it to raise the wheel off of the ground.

I can't lie and say watching her get down and dirty isn't sexy as hell. She's just full of surprises.

"Who taught you?" I ask, curious. "Your dad?"

She snorts. "Yeah, right. The only thing he ever did with me was coach me for track. If it didn't involve running, he wasn't interested," she shrugs like it's no big deal. "No, I taught myself. Read the instructions from the internet and took off all the four tires and put them back. It's really not that complicated," she removes the loosened lug nuts and hands them to me for safekeeping before pulling the flat tire out and laying it on the ground next to her.

Then she lines up the spare tire and pushes it onto the wheelbase. "Hand me one, will you?" she nods toward my handful of lug nuts and I give her one, watching her spin it loosely in place by hand. She does the same to the rest and then goes over them again.

"You're really hot right now, you know" I drawl, watching her use the jack to lower the car enough that the tire touches the ground.

She looks up, surprised, "Really? This some dirty fantasy of yours?"

"It is now," I wink and she laughs, grabbing the wrench again.

"Then watch this," she grins devilishly and stands up, bending at the waist to tighten the lug nuts, putting her whole body weight behind it, her shorts tightening over her ass.

"God damn," I groan, my dick itching to take her from behind. She shakes her ass and grins at me over her shoulder. "You're killing me," I drag a hand down my face, using every bit of restraint I have to not take her here and now, damn who's watching.

"Keep it in your pants," she laughs at my tortured expression and lowers the car all the way to the ground and removes the jack from underneath it. She then places the hubcap from the flat tire onto the new one. "Done."

"You're pretty badass, you know that, right?" I pull her to me, smiling at the little spot of dirt on her cheek, and kiss the tip of her nose.

"I know," she jokes and raises on her tiptoes to peck my lips. "I'm also dirty," she shows me the palms of her hands, which are grey with soot. "I need to get these cleaned off."

"Luckily I live only only one street over," I help her put the flat tire and equipment back in the trunk and then slip behind the steering wheel while she drops down on the passenger's seat while trying not to touch anything.

I drive over to the house and park, then open her the door and lead her inside.

"It's me!" I yell as we step inside. "Nora's with me."

"Nora!" Bells runs out screaming from her room, tackling my poor girlfriend before she has a change to react. They stumble together on to the floor and my sister squeals like she's seen a celebrity or something.

"Hi Bells" Nora laughs from the floor, holding her hands out at her sides. "I would hug you but I need to wash my hands first."

"Bells, let her breathe," I lift her up from her waist and set her down a few feet a safe distance away, then help Nora up as well.

"Thanks," she smiles at me before turning her full beam on my sister. "What about you show me to the bathroom so I can get all this dirt off my hands and then I can give you the biggest, greatest hug of all time?"

"This way!" Bells is all excited and skips out of the room, Nora hurrying after her. I can hear them talking and laughing and when they finally emerge again, Bella's arms are around Nora's neck and her legs are crossed tight around her waist.

"Hey Ty-Ty," Nora bites her lip from laughing at the nickname, "Mind if Bells comes to the beach with us?"

"Can I?" Bella pleads me, her eyes going round and her lips pouty. As if I could say no to that face.

"Yeah, sure," I tell her and they both scream in delight and high-five each other. I watch it all amused. Bells is more taken with Nora than she's ever been with anyone else. Not that I can blame her.

"Can you do my hair like that, too?" Bells plays with Nora's bun.

"Of course," Nora smiles, lowering her down gently. "Go get your brush and a hair tie."

Bells runs off the moment her toes touch the floor and I can't help but shake my head. "She's infatuated with you."

Nora's eyes take on the warmest brown hue. "She's a great kid," she smiles fondly at where Bells appears with a glittery pink princess brush and equally pink hair tie and hands them to her.

"Shouldn't you be changing?" Nora looks up after a while of brushing my sister's tangled hair. "Or are you going to the beach in a tux?"

"Well, I do look really good in a tux," I grin, flexing my pecs at her and I could swear I see her lick her bottom lip before schooling her face to neutral.

"You sure do," she agrees. "But you also look good in shorts and a t-shirt," she points out and jerks her head toward my room. "Hustle up."

"Yes, ma'am," I salute her and head to my room.

"Don't ever call me ma'am again!" she yells after me. "It makes me sound old."

"You are old," I quip back, grinning like the biggest idiot on the planet.

"Hey!"

I quickly change clothes and when I go back to the living room, Bella's hair is up on an identical messy bun as Nora's. Bells can't seem to stop touching and admiring it.

"Get changed," I tell her, nudging her toward her all-pink room. "T-shirt and shorts."

"Yes, ma'am," she salutes me exactly like I did Nora a few minutes ago, leaving me staring after her with a frown. Not cool.

"I'm no ma'am," I grumble, crossing my arms.

"I know you're not," Nora mock-consoles me, her hand rubbing my back soothingly. "You're a—" She shuts her mouth as my dad walks in.

"Nora, how good to see you," my dad smiles widely at her. He's always liked her, ever since we were kids.

"Hi, Mr. Chambers," she smiles ever-so-politely.

"Oh, no need to be so formal," he chuckles. "You can call me Ben."

"Okay, Ben it is," she nods. "It's okay if we take Bella to the beach with us, right?"

"Oh, sure, yeah," dad nods. "I think it's great. She'll love that. She really is quite taken with you, you know," he whispers conspiratorially.

Nora blushes deep to her roots. "Oh, well, I'm sure it's just—" she cuts off when Bella comes waltzing back into the room, looking like a miniature Nora. She's wearing a white t-shirt and blue shorts, and has also added a pair of sunglasses that are resting on top of her head just like Nora's. It's actually kind of adorable.

Nora is absolutely speechless, but I can tell she's flattered. I nudge her side to get her to close her mouth and she recovers quickly. "Wow, you look amazeballs, Bells."

"Thank you," she does a little curtsy and grins widely. "Let's go!" she takes both of our hands and starts dragging us to the door. "See you later, daddy!" she yells over her shoulder at our amused father and then basically pushes us out the door. "We're going to have so much fun!"








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