Summer of Learning – Chapter 4

I was an absolute nervous wreck, my brain absolutely frazzled due to lack of sleep and stressing over finals. I was basically running on caffeine and fumes. On top of studying, I had also been packing to head back home for Christmas break. A jolt of something that wasn't drug induced shot through my system at the idea of going back for such a long stretch – almost a month!

After I had taken my last final, I immediately went back to my dorm room and crashed on my bed, sleep pulling me under without a fight. I didn't want to look like death warmed over when I got back home and have everyone worried about me. After a nice and restoring nap, I went to the caf, grabbing my first meal of actual food in what felt like forever. When I returned to my room, my roommate was in there, finishing her own packing for the holiday break. We walked out to the parking lot together and hugged our goodbyes, making the age-old joke, "See you next year!"

When I finally made it home, I was just in time for dinner. I left my luggage out in the car, wanting to spend this time with my family. We could bring everything in later...when I had some help.

I'd spent the next day with mom, baking cookies and wrapping presents. I was itching to get out of the house already, to go and talk to Sean, wanting to ask him for one more, very important lesson, but I knew if I disappeared so soon after getting home, my mother would become suspicious and I just didn't want to go down that road just yet.

I finally caught a break when mom gave me a grocery list of things she needed for their Christmas Eve party. I told her I had some last minute shopping to do, so I might be a while, but I'd get everything she needed.

What mom didn't know is I had finished all my Christmas shopping last week, before studying for finals, knowing I could use it as an excuse to escape the house for a couple hours without raising any warning flags. I knew right where I was going first.

My knuckles were white as my fingers gripped the cold steering wheel of my car. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering wildly as I pulled up outside Sean's house. I took a minute to calm myself down, not wanting to appear anxious or nervous or scared, even though I was definitely feeling all three. I puffed out a breath and shoved my car door open and began walking up to his front door. I knocked...and waited.

Sean definitely looked surprised to see me, though not altogether happy, when he opened the door. "Oh...hey Morgan. Home for the holidays?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. No place like it. Can I...can I come in? It's kind of freezing out here," I said, rubbing my hands together for the added effect.

"Oh, shit, yeah," he said in apology, backing up to make room for me in the doorway. I stepped in and he closed the door behind me. "So...how's school?" he tried to cut the tension already thick in the room.

"Good. Finals about kicked my ass. I think I did okay on them, but I was definitely stressing over everything pretty bad. It's taken me a couple days to feel like normal again," I replied. My eyes were raking over him, looking so comfy in the sweater and well-worn jeans he was currently wearing. "Nice slippers," I added, noticing he was wearing a bright blue pair with the Superman logo on them.

"Thanks," he grinned sheepishly.

"I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?" It dawned on me that I had dropped by completely unannounced. I knew he worked from home and didn't have a set schedule, but that didn't mean he wasn't in the middle of something and I was keeping him from it.

"Nah, nothing major," he assured me. I felt myself relax instantly. "You wanna have a seat?" he gestured toward the couch.

I followed him over and sat, taking my coat off and tossing it over the armrest. There was considerable space between us, which just added to the tension in the room. "So what's going on? What brings you here?" he asked.

I breathed deep and swallowed hard. "Well...it's about Tyler." Even through the space between us I could feel his body go taut and rigid. I know what he thought was coming next and had to fight the smile threatening to cross my face. If he only knew. Well, I guess he would in a moment. "I, um, I used what you taught me."

"Oh, yeah?" he asked, sounding less than enthused.

"Yeah," I laughed under my breath, "You were right. It didn't last long enough for me to screw anything up." I smiled when he snorted a laugh. "It was...I don't know. It wasn't at all like what we did. I had kind of promised him I would do it, and that's all he was really going for. It was all about him. He didn't even try to take off my shirt, he barely kissed me. I swear he was half-cocked before I even got to his room...no pun intended." Sean snorted again, muttering something about amateurs. I continued, "And afterwards, he was just like, 'thanks,' and that was it. No...nothing. We saw each other in the caf and in classes, and it was like nothing had changed. I tried doing it again a couple days later, thinking maybe because it was our first time taking that step, maybe...I don't know...he was flustered or something? But it was the same." I looked Sean right in the eyes. "It wasn't like with you."

Sean cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from me, fixing his gaze on something on the coffee table in front of us.

I swallowed again and pressed on, "I dumped him. I just couldn't do it." Sean looked at me again, and I swear I saw the tiniest look of relief in his eyes, saw his shoulders relax just a little.

I twisted my fingers and played with my thumbnail, a true sign I was nervous at what was coming next. "But now, there's this other guy..." I started, cut off by Sean's groan. I kept going, determined to get this out. "I really like him, and he's absolutely amazing. We've only been together a couple times, but whenever we're together, it's incredible. He takes such good care of me, and I can't stop thinking about him. I think I'm falling in love with him."

Sean shot up from the couch and began pacing. "Stop, Morgan. I can't keep doing this. If you want to go get your rocks off with this guy, have at it, but I can't keep doing this with you. It's wrong on all kinds of levels. You wanna go screw someone, screw your new..."

"It's you, Sean."

He froze in his tracks. After a minute that felt like eternity, he uttered a "Pardon?"

"It's always been you. Since the day you first kissed me. I think it's why I never let Tyler try to touch me. My heart already belonged to you. I thought it was just some weird version of homesickness at first, that I just kept thinking about you and how much I wanted to be with you. The whole time I was with Tyler, I thought of how his kisses were boring – nothing compared to just that one time we shared." I stood up and walked over to him, still not touching, though it was killing me not to. "I love you, Sean. I'm in love with you. I know it doesn't make sense, and I don't know how it's going to work, but there it is."

"Morgan..." he murmured. "We can't. Your dad would kill me. Quite literally kill me."

"We don't know that for sure. He might just kick your ass," I tried for humor and apparently failed, judging by the look on his face. "Sean, I don't want anyone else. Just you." I reached out for his hand, now hanging limply at his side, letting our fingers lace together, testing the waters. When he didn't make any move one way or the other, I leaned in and placed a single, chaste kiss on his lips.

No reaction.

My heart dropped to the floor. I should have known. After everything I had put him through, asking so much of him for the benefit of someone else, and then to drop this on him, what else had I expected? I breathed in heavily, blinking quickly, fighting the tears threatening to fall. I dropped his hand and silently crossed to the couch, grabbing my coat, hastily shoving my arms in the sleeves and zipping it up. I made for a hasty retreat, rushing for the door, murmuring, "Nevermind. Just forget it. It was stupid, and I'm sorry."

My hand was on the doorknob when I felt his hand on my shoulder, reminiscent of the last time I had left his house. I turned to face him, and his hands cupped either side of my face. He looked straight into my eyes and rubbed his thumbs across the apples of my cheeks.

"I love you, too, Morgan."

He brought his lips to mine in a bone-melting kiss. My lips immediately parted, welcoming his tongue into my mouth. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling tight, bringing us closer together. He stepped back, just a little, to work one of his hands to the zipper of my coat, pulling it open tantalizingly slowly. The moment he finished with the zipper, he slid both arms into the flaps of my coat, winding them around me, pulling me flush up against him. His hands rested on the small of my back before trailing down to the curve of my ass. I removed my arms from around his neck to shrug out of my coat, letting it drop to the floor behind me, never breaking contact with his hungry kiss.

He finally pulled away, just slightly, and rested his forehead against mine. We were both left breathless from the kiss. It really could be considered our first. There was no ulterior motive behind it; it wasn't serving any purpose except for each of us showing just how much we loved one another.

I ran my hand up his chest, around his neck, and threaded my fingers through his hair. I pulled him down for another kiss, sweet and loving and completely unhurried. He pulled away again, and I groaned, almost a whine, in frustration.

"Calm down, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere," he reassured me before pressing another quick kiss against my lips. "I just don't want us to get carried away."

I looked at him skeptically, "Really? After everything we've done together?"

"Well, yeah, but we just now became official," he said, a smirk working its way onto his lips. "What type of guy do you take me for?"

Oh, two could play at this game, "A guy I want to make love with." Feeling incredibly bold, I snaked my hand down his chest, over his abs, before gently cupping the growing bulge in his pants. "It seems you're the type of guy who wants that, too."

He pulled his head back and looked deep into my eyes, "You're sure about this?"

I nodded, trying to stay calm, though my insides were screaming for him. "Yes, Sean. I want this. I want you."

He crushed his lips against mine, his tongue darting into my mouth and wrestling with mine. He stooped and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, lifting me up so I was pressed against his chest. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back into his bedroom. Once we had gotten there, he gently laid me on the bed, covering me with his warm body nestled in the cradle of my hips. Even through all of our clothes, I could feel his hardness pressing against me, practically begging to be released from the confines of his pants. It turned me on to no end to know and feel how much he wanted me.

I moaned beneath him as he trailed hundreds of kisses down my throat, along my jaw, up to my ear. His hand slid eagerly under my sweater, teasing the ticklish skin of my stomach with his fingertips, before scooting his hands behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra. I giggled as he fumbled for a minute, earning a look of warning from him. I pushed him back so I could sit up, giving him better access, bracing myself up on my elbows. I kissed and licked and nipped at his neck as his hands were busy behind me. When I felt the clasp release, I laid back down, feeling his comforting weight on top of me as he followed me back to the mattress. Sean's hand resumed its course up my torso, finally finding its destination as he cupped my breast.

"God, your tit fits in my hand so perfectly," he almost growled. I blushed at his words. Any time he'd spoken before, it was to tell me what to do, what to expect, almost instructional, or at least asking me if I was okay with what we were doing. He'd never just given commentary like this. I supposed it was because he was trying to keep emotion out of all the times before. Well, we know how well that worked. He tweaked my nipple between his fingers and brought me from my wandering thoughts and back into the moment.

I moaned loudly at the feel of him pressed so intimately against me, his fingers working wonders on my skin. I arched my back, pushing my breast further into his hand. He shoved my sweater further up my body, moving my bra with it, exposing my chest to him. His mouth closed around my puckered nipple, sucking sweetly on it, causing a jolt of pleasure streak through my body to pool between my thighs. I gasped loudly at the sensation and brought my hands up to run my fingers through his hair. He alternated back and forth between my breasts, suckling, licking, nipping, biting. He left love bites all over, and I didn't mind in the least. I was his – he could mark me up all he wanted to. I couldn't stop moaning beneath his hot, wandering mouth.

He suddenly pushed himself off me, kneeling between my legs, sitting back on his now bare feet. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to meet him. "I want to see all of you," he ground out before kissing me, hard. He reached between us and gripped the bottom of my sweater, almost ripping it off my body and over my head, bringing my bra with it and tossing it unceremoniously over his shoulder. I let out a giggle as he gently pushed me back onto the mattress. I felt myself flush as his eyes roamed all over me, tracing all my curves with his fingertips. When he had finished exploring my body with his fingers, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly as covered my body with his. He continued leaving kisses all over my flushed skin.

I licked and kissed him when I could, any time any piece of his skin came close enough for me to reach. My hands ran over his shoulder and down his back, pulling at his shirt until it was bunched up in my hands so I could pull it up and over his head. I needed to be flush with him, chest to chest, skin against skin. He realized what I was after and reached one hand behind him, between his shoulders, and yanked the offending fabric away, throwing it to join my sweater on the floor.

I took full advantage of Sean's being shirtless. I wrapped my legs around his and rocked hard against him, using momentum to get him to roll over so I was sitting astride his hips. I ran my hands up and down his chest, trailing my fingers down his stomach toward his belt buckle, teasing and tempting him. I bent over and planted soft kisses over his shoulders, his chest, down his rock hard abs, letting my long hair fall all over his skin, tickling him wherever my mouth wasn't. I ran my tongue from his navel to his nipple, swirling my tongue around it then grazing it with my teeth. I grinned when I heard his pained hiss escape his lips.

He brushed my hair away from my face with his fingers, holding my head in his hands, and stared intently at me. "God dammit you're beautiful," he murmured, almost awestruck, before he brought me down to him for a searing kiss. His hands were all over my back, drifting lower and lower until he was cupping my ass and gently grinding his hips against me. I held onto his neck for dear life as he brought his arms to circle my ribcage and rolled us both until I was on my back again.

He knelt between my legs again and ran his hands from my knees, down my thighs, gripping my hips tightly, then meeting at the button to my jeans. He popped the button open and slowly dragged the zipper down; his eyes never left mine the whole time. "I've been thinking about doing this to you for a long time. I swear, I can still remember the way you tasted on my fingers." I blushed all over and felt something inside of me clench tightly at what he said, which had to be the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

Sean pulled one of my legs up, bringing my foot within his reach, and pulled off my shoe, then my sock, before doing the same for my other foot. I braced my feet on the bed and pushed my hips upward as he tugged on my jeans, revealing my blue cotton panties to him. Once my pants were discarded, he dragged his fingertips up my shins, tickled at my knees, and slowly, almost tortuously, along my inner thighs. Just before reaching the fabric still covering me, he diverted his course and reached up to my hips, curling his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of my underwear, and pulling them down, baring my pussy to him.

My head was spinning, my mind fuzzy with desire. I could hardly believe this was happening. Then I realized, nothing was happening. I looked up at him, trying to decipher the look on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked, instinctively closing my knees together, hiding myself from him.

"Nothing's wrong, baby," he said softly. "I just want you so bad. I can't tell you how often I've thought about you, here in my bed."

I lowered my eyes, feeling the blush creep over my skin again. "You aren't the only one," I said, fighting the urge to cover myself. "I've known I've wanted you since…well, since the last time I was over here."

Sean kept his gaze on me, not breaking eye contact, and pressed a kiss to each of my knees, then covered them with his warm hands. He started to push to spread my legs, using delicate pressure to open myself to him. He placed another kiss to the side of my knee, then planted a string of kisses along my inner thigh. Much like he had done with his hands just a few moments ago, he stopped just shy of the crotch of my panties before bringing his lips to my other knee and duplicating his slow torment on my sensitive skin.

He left a string of kisses along the creases of my thighs, sending chills up and down my spine. I jumped as he repeated the motion, this time replacing his lips with the tip of his tongue. I cried out in surprise and bucked my hips toward him, subconsciously seeking more contact. My heart was racing as he placed delicate kisses on the outer lips of my sex.

"God, Morgan, you smell so good. I can't wait to taste you. Are you ready for this?" he asked. As if I could answer him. As if I could think clearly enough to form any kind of complete thought. My brain had shut off, leaving my body to run completely on auto-pilot. I could only manage a weak whimper as a response and let my body ease its way further down the bed to get closer to Sean and his oh so tempting mouth.

My body froze in an instant as he grabbed my legs and threw them over each of his shoulders. I felt his tongue lick its way up my slit then swirl around my sensitive pearl. My hands flailed around, grasping at anything to keep myself from instantly falling apart. My legs threatened to close around his head until his arms wrapped around my thighs and held me in place. He continued his assault on my nerves, murmuring low and wicked against my over-stimulated flesh, "Mmm...you taste so good...so sweet. Like honey straight off the comb."

He licked at my entrance again, letting his tongue dive deeper than before, teasing my inner walls. He made his way upward and latched onto my clit, tracing delicate patterns with the tip of his tongue. The feeling was indescribable – the flood of sensations began to overwhelm me. I jerked sharply when he wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub and applied suction...lots of suction. I fought to catch my breath, and was ready to let loose a groan that had been building deep inside me when I felt one of his fingers slide easily into my slick folds. "Oh my god!" I yelled out, and felt him grin against me.

I gasped loudly and let out a choked off scream. His finger moved in and out, curving into me, rubbing just right against that hidden spot of secret pleasure that I had only heard about before Sean, and he seemed to be a natural at finding it. The pressure building within me coupled with the wonders his tongue was causing were almost too much to bear. I could feel myself slipping toward the edge. I searched to grab something anything, to hold me together and found Sean's shaggy blonde hair; I laced my fingers through it and held on for dear life. If I was holding on too tightly, he didn't seem to mind, and I was much too far gone to care at this point.

Suddenly the world stopped. White hot pleasure overtook me, spanning from head to toe, nerve ending to nerve ending. My eyes rolled back in my head; I swear I saw stars, swear my heart stopped, swear all the breath rushed from my lungs. The sound emanating from me was one of pure satisfaction, pleasure, devotion and lust. The only indication that I hadn't died and gone to heaven was the feeling of Sean's mouth, busy between my legs, lapping up the juices pouring out of me. When he had drank to his satisfaction, he kissed his way up over my belly, paying homage to my breasts again, along my neck, before finally kissing me, letting me taste myself on him. I lazily draped my arms around his neck, holding him to me, surprised I even had the strength to move that much.

"You okay, babe?" Sean asked, his voice silky with sex. I could only nod in response as I panted to catch my breath while he chuckled and grinned at me. "Glad I could be of service." He nestled into the cradle of my hips, the rough fabric of his jeans sending intoxicating sensations through my core.

Finding a hidden source of strength, I pulled him down for another kiss, this one slow and passionate, pouring my heart and soul into it. "Please, Sean," I whispered when I caught my breath, "make love to me."

Sean pulled back and searched my face, gauging my emotions, my sincerity. I kept my eyes locked on his, knowing if he found a trace of doubt, he would pull away and claim I wasn't ready for this step. "Please," I tried again, "teach me what it's like." He sighed softly then kissed me, his fingers threading through my hair.

I watched, a little forlornly, as he pushed himself off me and crawled off the bed. Was he leaving me? Had I asked for too much? Understanding dawned on me when he shoved his pants over his hips, taking his briefs with them, letting them drop to the floor. He leaned over and opened the drawer of his night stand, removing a square foil packet, tearing it open with his teeth, and rolling the condom over his length before rejoining me on the bed.

He crawled up between my legs and held himself up on his elbows, braced on either side of me, sparing me from some of his weight. He looked me straight in the eyes; I wasn't able to look away even if I'd wanted to. His eyes were dark and hooded with desire and seemed to be able to peer all the way to the depths of my soul. "Morgan, before we go one inch further, are you absolutely sure about this?"

"Yes, Sean. I'm sure I want this. I'm sure I want you. I'm sure I love you." I don't think I've ever said anything more true in my life.

"I love you, baby. I wish I could make this so it wouldn't hurt you, but I can't. I'll go as slow as I can. It might kill me, but I want to make sure you're alright every step of the way. You say the word and we stop," he promised.

I grinned weakly at him, "I'll keep my mouth shut then." He smiled back at me. God, he looked as nervous as I felt. He slid his arms around me, one behind my back, the other just above my shoulders.

"You ready?" he whispered as he aligned himself with my center. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my opening, demanding entry. I wrapped my arms around him, mimicking how he was holding me, and nodded. "Just relax, sweetheart, breathe. I'm gonna take such good care of you, I promise."

I took a deep breath and started to release it when he pushed into me, little by little, pushing my legs further open as his hips met mine, until he finally bottomed out, completely sheathing himself in me. I grasped at his skin in desperation, my fingernails digging into his shoulder and back. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size; I scrunched up my face, trying not to cry out at the pain I felt. A small, anguished cry escaped my lips as the breath I didn't know I was holding escaped.

"Breathe, honey. Breathe. Relax. I won't move until you tell me it's okay," Sean guided me through these first crucial moments. As I tried to follow his advice, he dropped sweet kisses all over my face and neck, keeping me there with him in this moment. Eventually my fingers released their grip on his back. My face relaxed, my body tried to unclench around Sean's sudden intrusion. Despite my discomfort, I felt incredibly safe, cared for, and loved in Sean's strong arms. Eventually the pain I felt gave way to mere pressure, which I found much more tolerable. I nodded slightly, looking up at him, letting him know I was ready to keep going.

He raised his eyebrows, silently checking to make sure; I lifted my head off the pillow and caught his mouth with mine, finding further comfort in his kiss. He slowly rocked against me, pulling and pushing in and out of me. I hissed my discomfort at first, his thrusts triggering a sweet agony inside me. He stopped, his body tense against mine, not wanting to hurt me any more than he already had. I moved my hips against him, tightening my embrace around him as the pain gave way to pleasure.

When he finally resumed his painstakingly slow thrusts, a low moan escaped my lips. Some base instinct had me pulling my knees up higher, hitching my thighs above his narrow hips; I felt him slip deeper inside of me, tendrils of pain mixed with pleasure coursing through me as he reached further depths. As he moved against me, my breasts crushed against his chest, I kept reaching up, kissing him, licking at him, every chance I could.

The tempo of our movements quickened, our bodies coming together with more intensity with each passing moment. We were at a fever pitch as Sean began to drive into me, taking me to new heights of pleasure, bringing forth gasps of bliss as we moaned our love and praise for each other. Our names became a litany between us, begging and promising more to each other.

"Mmm...Morgan...you're so fucking tight. So perfect. I want you to come for me," he grunted out in between thrusts. He readjusted and propped himself up so he could reach between us. He pressed his fingers against my clit as he drove into me.

The new angle, mixed with his fingers working their magic on me, had me spiraling out of control in no time. Each breath came out as a gasp of pleasure. "Oh...Sean...oh...oh my god!" I screamed as I found my second orgasm, losing myself in him. I felt myself pulsing around him as he drove harder into me, tensing up as he thrust one final time, finding his own release while buried deep inside me. I swear he came so hard I could feel the condom expand as he filled it within me.

He collapsed on top of me; my hands roamed up and down his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath them. After a moment, he braced himself on his elbows and slowly withdrew from me, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness that reached to my very core. He laid on his side, still pressed close to me, and smoothed my hair away from my face then leaned in for a slow, passionate kiss. He pulled back, his eyes immediately searching my face to see if I was okay.

Before he could ask, I kissed him again and whispered, "I love you."

He smiled broadly, "I love you, too."

"Thank you for...this. It was...God, Sean, it was..."

"Incredible?" he offered.

I smiled up at him, "Yes. It really was. Better than I ever imagined."

He cocked an eyebrow at me, "Oh really?"

"Really," I giggled. "If I didn't have to go, I'd ask if we could do it again."

Sean leaned over and planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Girl, you are going to be the death of me. A man's gotta recharge after something like that. Where you gotta go?"

I cringed, "Grocery shopping for mom. She thinks I'm out buying Christmas presents first. I told her it might be a couple hours," I grimaced, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

"One hell of a shopping spree," Sean teased.

"Oh, ha ha," I said petulantly, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Hey, if you told her a couple hours, there's no real rush to go, right?" Sean asked. His face was so cute, like a little kid who didn't want his new toy to be taken away.

I shook my head, "No, I can stay for a while," and nuzzled closer to him, feeling his arms wrap tighter around me. "Speaking of Christmas, are you coming to the Christmas Eve party?"

"Don't I always?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Just making sure!" I responded. "What are...what are we gonna do?"

Sean smirked at me, "Well, we probably not this..." I rolled my eyes at him. "I guess we should probably play it pretty cool for a while. Don't want to spring this on your dad in front of a bunch of people."

"Oh I don't know," I mused, "It'd be harder for him to kill you with so many witnesses." I giggled at his scowl and kissed his lips, trying to earn his forgiveness. "Alright. We play it cool. It's gonna be hard, but it's probably the best idea."

"I'll say it's gonna be hard," he muttered, gripping my hip and pulling me toward him so I could notice his cock coming back to life. Surprised, and a little impressed, my eyes shot up to meet his. He smirked at me, "Not any more today, sweetheart. Don't want you walking funny when you get home. We'll figure something out, alright?"

We kissed and laughed and touched, neither of us seeming to be able to get enough of the other. I could have easily spent all day and night in bed with this man, loving him in every way I knew how, and letting him teach me along the way. I reluctantly glanced at his alarm clock and groaned when I saw how late it was getting.

"I don't want to leave," I complained, even trying to pout in an attempt to stay here in his bed, in his arms.

Sean tightened his hold on me, "Trust me, I don't want you to go. I'll see you soon enough, I promise. Wild horses..."

I smiled and let myself get pulled into another of his soul-searing kisses. He gently pushed me away, his face showing how much it was killing him to do so. "Stay here," he commanded as he stepped out of the room and down the hall. A minute later he returned with a hand towel. "Thought you'd want to clean up a little before going shopping." I blushed a little as I took it, realizing just what a mess was lying between my thighs, still slick with the product of everything we had done. "God, I love watching you touch yourself..." he trailed off.

His words shocked me, but had me smiling at the same time. I finished wiping and drying myself before gingerly getting out of bed and finding my clothes. I already felt a soreness between my legs, but didn't mind it so much. It was a welcome reminder that Sean had made me his, had shown me how wonderful sex could be, had shown that he loved me. I watched as he slid into his well-worn jeans, his eyes never leaving mine.

Once we were both dressed, he walked me back out to the living room. "So...can I come over again sometime?" I asked.

"I think we can work something out," he grinned. He reached up and kissed me once I had my coat on and zipped up. I could feel him holding back, not wanting to start anything we couldn't finish immediately. "I love you."

I smiled widely back at him, "I love you, too."

"Now get goin' before your mom starts calling wondering where you are," he teased as he opened the front door for me. I kissed him one last time before walking outside. I jumped and squeaked when I felt him smack my ass on the way out. I turned to see his sexy grin and shot him a look right back over my shoulder.

I was already trying to come up with a reason to leave the house to come back here by the time I got to my car.