Let Me Love You

Chapter 16

Alex pulled up on the gravel alongside Norma's car, smiling up at the house as he turned off the engine and hopped out. He took the stairs two at a time, eager to have her back in his arms, and threw open the front door as quickly as he could manage.

"Norma!" he called from the foyer.

"Upstairs," she replied, casually, and he jogged up the steps, skidding to a stop as he rounded the corner.

Norma lay on her side, facing the door, lip caught between her teeth as she stared him down. He suddenly felt lightheaded, frozen in place as his eyes raked hungrily down her body. Her breasts barely encased in emerald lace; nipples just visible through the sheer fabric.

His eyes drifted lower, her abdomen bare, save the garter belt which rested on her hips and attached to thigh-high stockings, trimmed in scalloped lace. His breathing turning to shallow pants, he met her gaze once again. Her expression had shifted slightly, her eyes somehow darker; challenging him.

Before his brain could catch up, his feet were moving, carrying him towards her slowly; a lion stalking its prey. She sat up, hanging her legs off the side of the bed and tilting her head back as he drew nearer, not daring to break eye contact.

In a second he was on her, his fingers finding their way beneath the front straps of her bra and tugging her forward; lips crashing against hers as a deep groan escaped his throat.

Reaching up to clutch at his jaw, she kissed him back desperately and her legs opened to him, ankles locking around his calves. She used her newfound leverage to pull him on top of her as she laid back on the bed.

His arms shot out to catch himself, keeping most of his weight off of her but never breaking their kiss. One hand finding her cheek, fingers tangling into the back of her hair as his other drifted down the front of her body. Goosebumps flared along the path his fingers travelled, her heart beating wildly as he reached the hem of her panties.

Wanting to feel how wet she was, he cupped her center, surprised when his fingers met bare flesh. He pulled back to look into her eyes, questioningly. She smirked at him before craning her neck to nip at his bottom lip. He hissed, before raising himself off of her and dropping to his knees between her thighs.

She leaned up on her elbows, feeling a rush of excitement as he glanced down to find that the panties were crotch less. She giggled; a sweet, innocent sound that made his abdomen twist in the most delightful way. Meeting her gaze once again, he uttered the first words either had spoken since he walked in.

"Christ, Norma. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she sat up, her hands finding his face and she stared at him seriously. "Show me," she breathed. His fingers clutched at her hips, and he leaned forward but she dropped a hand to his shoulder, pushing him backwards. "No, I want you to show me what I do to you," she sighed.

He glanced up at her, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he tried to make sense of what she wanted.

"Touch yourself," she clarified, barely audible.

"What?" he asked.

"I want to watch you touch yourself." Clearer now, more confident.

He sat back on his heels, appraising her expression. Something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint it. He didn't want to ruin the mood, but this was not his Norma.

After a long moment of silence, he cleared his throat and straightened up to her level again, searching her eyes. "Why?" he questioned, his hand stroking her cheek softly. Taking one of her bra straps between his fingers to emphasize his point, he asked; "Why are you doing all of this?"