Summer of Learning – Chapter 9
I followed Sean into his man cave, where he kept all his 'toys.' We ran through our list of options as far as what do to pass the time before midnight. He had seemingly hundreds of movies to choose from, board games, all kinds of different video games; I swear he was like a big kid sometimes. We decided that the board games were out of the question, since it was just the two of us, and instead opted to play some PS3. He picked WWE '14. I had fun creating my own kick ass wrestler, but complained that I'd never played before and had an unfair advantage. Sean gave me a crash course, though none of his pointers were really sticking in my brain. Instead of any kind of strategy, I just kept hitting random buttons and hoped for the best.
Apparently I was some sort of savant at the game, and pinned his character quickly. I giggled at his scowl and accepted his rematch, feeling a little guilty when I beat him again. "This is a stupid game, anyway," he grumbled and I held back a snicker.
I set down my controller and crawled over to straddle his lap. "Aww, don't be upset baby. You can pin me later," I teased and kissed him sweetly. His hands roamed over my back, my hips, up my chest to cup my breasts. I giggled against him, "Hmm, unless you'd rather pin me right now," I murmured, trying to sound seductive, grinding my pelvis against his.
He growled in my ear, "You're gonna kill me, girl."
"Hell of a way to go, don't you think?"
"It truly would be," he agreed. "Later, though, okay?" he asked and planted a quick kiss on my lips. I nodded, only mildly disappointed (I was still a little tingly from our last time), and climbed off him.
He switched games out, putting in a virtual sports game. We played a couple matches of tennis, each of us winning once, then switched to bowling, where he thoroughly stomped me. Apparently I wasn't following through well enough, so he started giving pointers. "You know, this is why I don't do sports. I'm not coordinated at all."
"Nah, you just need a little help. Here," he came up behind me and pressed my back to his front. His left hand rested on my waist while he slid his right hand from my shoulder down to my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine. "Pull back nice and slow, keep your arm straight, and when you follow through, it's like your reaching out to shake hands with the pins." He extended our arms together, holding them parallel to the ground, his chin coming up to rest on my shoulder. He turned his head and kissed my neck, nipping and teasing at my skin.
I turned into him, sliding my arms around him, and reached up on my tiptoes for a kiss. I meant for it to stay quick, innocent, but Sean had other ideas. His lips moved against mine, his mouth insistent. He licked at my lips, and I opened to him immediately. Our tongues danced together, tasting each other, drawing sighs and moans as our kiss continued to grow deeper.
After a short eternity, and yet all too soon, Sean pulled back, breaking our kiss. "Come on, sweetheart, let's finish the game and then we'll get dinner going." He turned me to face the screen and released my shoulders, swatting me on the butt before giving me space to take my turn.
We finally got through all ten frames (Sean won, of course), and we headed back to the kitchen.
Sean started up the oven, preheating it for the pizza we'd brought back with us from the store. I began preparing the rest of the food, mixing together the dip for the chips I'd brought, pouring them into a large bowl, then arranging potato skins onto a cookie sheet before placing the frozen pizza on the pizza stone.
"You certainly seem to be comfortable working in my kitchen, Sean commented from his spot leaning against the counter.
I smirked at him, "Yeah, and I'm barefoot, too. Only thing missing is..."
"Don't even fucking say it," he cut me off, his tone completely serious.
"Wow. Okay. It was just a joke," I tried to appease him. "You...you don't want kids, then?" Geez, we've been together for how long and we're already having this conversation?
Sean chewed on his bottom lip, and I knew he was thinking everything through before answering me. He walked over to me, enfolded me in his arms, and held my gaze. "Morgan, I love you. I love you a lot. Not a day goes by when I don't wish things were different for us." He paused and took a deep breath, his voice lowering, "I've been thinking a lot about where this is going."
"Sean, you're kind of scaring me," I whimpered.
He smiled down at me. "Let me finish." His hands skimmed up my back, then trailed down my arms, holding my hands in his. "I can't seem to get enough of you. It's killing me that I can't tell my best friend how very much in love I am...how much I love you. Even more than that, I hate that in a couple weeks, you're going to be five hours away from me. I don't know how to handle all that."
"Sean, seriously," I begged, my voice shaking, my hands trembling in his. Tears were threatening against the back of my eyeballs. "Are you..." my voice broke. I swallowed and tried again, "Are you breaking up with me?"
"God, no!" Sean all but yelled. "Morgan, I...Jesus, I don't know. It's crazy, completely fucking insane, but I...shit this is coming out all wrong." He breathed heavily, looking at our joined hands. "I would never, ever, ask you to give up any of your plans. I don't want you to even think about dropping out of college or anything, but I want you...I want more of you...all to myself. The secrecy aside, I think being five hours away from you for weeks, months on end, might just drive me crazy. I just, I can't help but wonder...I need to know whether or not you think the same things."
I stared up at him. "Oh, Sean," I murmured, resting my hand along his stubble-covered cheek. To be honest, I hadn't thought a ton about what would happen between us when I went back to school. I did know we needed to figure out a way to tell my dad, but that was a whole dilemma in itself. I sighed heavily, "Truthfully, I haven't really thought a lot about it. I guess I've been more focused on just being with you and not worrying about the future." My heart broke a little as I saw his face fall. "But that doesn't mean it's not important to me," I was quick to add. "I hate hiding this from everyone, and I dread every minute I'm not spending with you."
Sean hung and shook his head, "I just...I don't know." After a long minute he raised his head, his eyes meeting mine again. "The thing is, I do...I do want kids. I don't want to just date anymore. I want to have a family eventually. I want something that has a future, I want something...real."
My eyes grew wide as it dawned on me just what he was saying. My mouth hung open, unable to find words to reply.
"Look, I told you, I know it's crazy. I'm not expecting anything, I don't need any kind of answer. I just want to know if...if that's something you want, too. Just think about it, okay?"
I nodded silently, still not able to find my voice. I jumped slightly at the sound of the stove beeping, alerting us that the oven was hot enough for the pizza. I smiled shyly up at Sean, squeezed his hands in mine then released them, moving to put the pizza in, and set the timer. Once I had closed the oven door, I leaned against the counter, not unlike Sean had been standing earlier.
"Sean, I just don't know what to say. I mean, this is kind of huge."
He nodded, "I know it is. I'm sorry, I don't mean to freak you out. I just...I want you to know where I'm coming from, what I'm looking for." His features were full of anxiety and something that looked a lot like remorse. He came over to me and kissed my forehead, "Look, let's not worry about it right now. Let's just enjoy tonight and have some fun, okay?"
Yeah, because I can just forget a conversation like that. I put on a brave smile and replied, "Okay."
We moved into the living room and flipped through the channels on TV looking for something worth watching while we waited for the pizza to finish. We sat together on the couch, his arm draped across my shoulders, but there was definite tension between us. I kept feeling his gaze fall on me, but fought the urge to turn and face him, afraid of what I'd find in his expression. My mind was racing, processing what Sean had just told me.
Where did I see our relationship going? I loved Sean, that was certain. I'd had crushes before, crushes that never went anywhere, and the feelings I had for Sean were very different, far more evolved than just a crush. The thing is, besides high school crushes, I didn't really have anything to compare this to. Did that matter? I thought of how I felt when I'm with him, how he takes care of me; how we can just talk and talk for hours and never run out of things to say, but then we can just sit together and not need to say a word. I knew I was head over heels in love with Sean, and that he loved me in return. Was that enough?
I felt his eyes land on me again and turned to meet his gaze. Our eyes locked on each other and I knew we were thinking the same thing - neither of us could just let the conversation go. He was silently waiting for my answer. Could I see us in the long term? Seeing the uneasiness in his eyes made my heart melt for him. I imagined what it would be like to spend every night in his arms, to wake up next to him every morning, to take care of each other. I didn't want anyone else; somehow I knew no one would ever make me feel the way Sean did.
I gave him a small smile and reached up to kiss him, giving him my silent answer. His hand came up to cup my face, his arm tightening around me, pulling me closer to his body, deepening our kiss. I climbed up onto my knees and swung one leg over him, straddling him as I'd done earlier. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, unhurriedly. His hands stayed planted on my hips, holding me to him.
We kissed until we were breathless, breaking apart from each other and gasping for air. I breathed against him, "I love you, Sean. I love you so much," before pressing my lips firmly against his. Our tongues met again in a delicate dance and he moaned into my mouth. His fingers sneaked under my shirt, sending shivers up and down my spine.
Before we could get any further, the timer sounded indicating the pizza was done. I groaned against him and peeled myself away from him, stumbling slightly as I walked into the kitchen. I pulled open the oven door and took out our dinner, replacing the pizza stone with the cookie sheet loaded with snacks for later. I cut the pizza, serving each of us a couple pieces, and brought the plates into the living room.
"I'm thinking I like how comfortable you are in my kitchen," Sean grinned at me as he took his plate.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm not making you any sandwiches any time soon," I joked back at him. "What do you want to drink?"
He shrugged, taking his plate of pizza, "Whatever's in the fridge. I'm not picky."
I returned to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge, grabbing two bottles of beer. When I came back to him on the couch, he cocked an eyebrow at me as he accepted his drink. "What?" I asked. "Just wanted to ring in the new year right."
"Watch it, girlie," he admonished me half-heartedly as I sat on the couch next to him. I tucked my feet up under me and started eating. Little by little, the tension between us relaxed.
We spent the night watching stupid movies, talking through most of them, quoting along with our favorite lines. I found my place beside him again, snuggled into his side; his hand would idly run through my hair or trail down my arm, tracing small circles on my waist while his palm warmed my hip. We would kiss every now and again, but it never led to anything more than just kissing.
It was just before midnight, so we turned off the movie we were watching and tuned in to the ball drop. Sean grabbed the bottle of champagne from the fridge. As the countdown reached the last thirty seconds, he popped the cork and filled our glasses with the bubbly liquid. He set the bottle on the coffee table and held my hand as we counted down the last ten seconds together. As the crowd on TV erupted into shouts of celebration, we turned and faced each other.
"Happy New Year, Morgan," he murmured, raising his glass in the air.
"Happy New Year, Sean," I whispered back and clinked our glasses together. He bent his head to kiss me. This was different than all the times earlier this evening; his kiss held more urgency, more insistence, than before. He pulled himself away and I almost fell over into him. I watched as Sean brought his glass to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. I followed suit, both of us finishing our drink in one pull. He took both of our glasses and set them on the coffee table.
Sean turned back to face me and instantly combed his fingers through my hair, crushing a kiss to my lips. I ran my hands up his chest, feeling his well-defined pectorals, up over his shoulders, threading my fingers through his shaggy hair. Our mouths moved together beautifully; he tasted delicious, partly from the champagne and partly just Sean...mostly just Sean. His hands drifted down my back, grabbing tightly onto my hips and pulling me intimately close to him, our hips coming together almost magnetically. I could feel his very obvious arousal grinding against me, causing a wonderful pull deep in my belly. I sighed as his lips left mine in search of my neck, kissing, licking, gently biting; his hands travelled lower and grabbed my ass. "Sean," I breathed, a prayer, a plea.
He pulled his head up and our eyes met; his full of fire, full of passion. If I didn't want him so badly, I might have felt intimidated, might have looked away, but I met him step for step, not backing down. He moved against me, walking me backwards, into the kitchen and toward the hallway leading back to his bedroom. We kissed the entire way back, giggling as we ran into the walls as we veered off course, lost in our embrace. Finally he turned me toward his room, across to his bed.
He paused momentarily to pull the comforter back then returned his hands to my waist, pulling gently at the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms over my head, letting him pull my shirt over my head; his hands skimmed over every inch of me, teasing along my spine, my waist, my stomach. His fingertips dragged along my ribcage, meeting behind me, expertly undoing the clasp of my bra, then dragging the straps down my shoulders. His lips explored all over my skin, caressing my shoulder, my collarbone, down the space between my breasts. His hands covered me, kneaded me, teasing my nipples into sharp peaks between his thumbs and fingers. Wetness began to pool between my legs; my breath was coming in short little gasps. I held on to his strong arms for dear life.
I needed to feel him against me; I reached for the bottom of his sweater and tugged upwards until his took over and all but tore it off over his head. Our bodies met instantly, my breasts pushing against his beautifully muscled torso as his mouth sought mine again. He pushed me backwards, gently. I caught myself when the back of my knees hit the mattress, then sat down. His arms came around me and lifted me to lay me down on the pillows then joined me, lying on top of me. His weight felt amazing, tantalizing on top of me, settling into the cradle of my pelvis and pressing me into the mattress. He propped himself up on his elbows and he began kissing his way down my body again.
He moved slowly, with precision, not wanting to miss a single inch of my skin. His mouth finally found my breasts, wrapping around each of my nipples in turn, sucking sweetly on them until they were taut between his lips. I sighed as he applied more suction, until the sensation was just this side of painful, and electricity traveled from my breast to the place between my legs. I wanted him so badly, but never wanted this delicious torment to end. He gently bit down on me and my hips bucked against his instinctively. His tongue drew tight circles around the tight peak, alternating between licking, sucking, biting until I was ready to scream.
My fingers wound themselves into his hair, and I pulled gently. "Sean, I swear if you keep this up, I think I'm going to cum."
He looked up at me with a wicked grin, "That's the idea, sweetheart." My eyes widened as he switched to the other side and began the process all over again, though this time, his hand covered the side he had just abandoned, his fingers pinching and twisting as his mouth worked wonders. I moaned throatily at the sensations he was causing; between his mouth, his hands, and his body pressing against mine, it was all becoming too much. I arched my back, pushing my breasts into him, then bucked my hips against his, finding the friction there that I needed between my legs.
My thighs started to shake and my breath caught in my throat. Finally a warm, tingling feeling spread from the top of my head, down my spine, curling into my toes. I groaned loudly, calling out his name, and I felt Sean smiling against me. "Well...there's one," he murmured, then trailed his mouth further down my belly, teasing my navel with his tongue.
He dragged his fingers down my sides, eventually finding the waist of my jeans, popping open the button and lowering the zipper. He shifted his weight, kneeling between my legs, and curled his fingers under my jeans, into the elastic of my panties, and began slowly dragging them over my hips. As he revealed each inch of my skin, his lips were there to greet it, placing open mouth kisses lower and lower on my belly. I planted my feet on the bed and pushed my hips off the mattress so he could divest me of the rest of my clothes. He crawled backward, pulling my pants with him, until I was completely naked in front of him.
Anticipation flowed through me, causing me to shiver as I waited for his next move. At last his placed his warm hands on my knees, applying gentle pressure, pushing them wide apart, exposing my womanhood to him. "My god, Morgan. You're so beautiful," he whispered reverently before trailing his hands down my thighs. He adjusted himself on the bed so he was lying between my legs. He braced his shoulders against the backs of my thighs, wrapping his arms around my legs, spreading me wide. He kissed and licked along the crease of my thighs, teasing the very sensitive skin there. He pressed soft kisses all over, all the time inching closer to my center.
Just when I thought I couldn't take his teasing anymore, I felt the tip of his tongue lick along the seam of my lower lips, parting them just slightly. He ran his tongue slowly upward until he reached the spot just above my clit. He dove in again, delving deeper this time, following the same course and pace. His third time I felt him teasing my entrance, his tongue lingering there, tracing up and down my opening. "God, you taste good," he muttered against me, the vibrations of his husky baritone voice causing a delightful shock to my core.
His tongue slid into me again, lapping at my inner walls, his nose nuzzling against my clit. He dragged the flat of his tongue upward, covering every bit of my sensitive bud. I bucked my hips upward, trying to maintain contact as he swirled the tip of his tongue around me, tracing enticing patterns against me. I ground my pelvis against him, and he tightened his grip around my thighs, holding me in place as he continued his assault. Unable to move the lower half of my body, I reached down and grabbed his hair, trying to anchor him to where I needed him the most.
He flicked his tongue up and down as he released one of my legs, trailing his fingers on my skin as he traced his way to my center, sliding a finger deep inside me. I groaned loudly at the feeling of him pushing in and out of me. He added a second finger and continued shoving them inside me, moving them all around, curling into me to caress that special spot that was sure to send me over the edge. He massaged against my inner walls as he attached his lips around my clit, sucking lightly at first, then increasing pressure and grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh, then sucking, then biting. If I had pulled any harder on his hair, he would have two bald spots on the top of his head, but I couldn't stop. It was all I could do to scream over and over, "Oh my god! Sean!" as he refused to ease up on my delicate flesh, holding me down as a willing hostage to his mouth and fingers.
I could feel my pussy clench around his fingers over and over, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over me; my screams of release left my throat feeling hoarse and my lungs empty of any air. My body shook all over as my orgasm continued to rip through me. Any time I could actually catch my breath, another moan of pure bliss was torn from my lungs, and Sean still would not release me. I wasn't sure if this was one long orgasm or several quick ones; either way, I had lost all control of any muscles, leaving me completely unable to move even if I wanted to.
Sean withdrew his fingers and licked the juices from my dripping pussy, then sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off. He kissed the outer lips of my womanhood, then just over my clit, slowly working his way up my belly, across my breasts, finally reaching my mouth where he slid his tongue for a long, passionate kiss. "That's gotta be two, maybe even three. You okay?" I wasn't sure I was capable of speech yet, so I nodded and smiled weakly, eyes drooping shut, my muscles still only holding the strength of melting Jell-o. "Think you can cum again for me?" he asked with another wicked grin.
My eyes snapped wide open and I watched him lean over to the night stand and grab a condom. He made quick work of unwrapping then unrolling it onto his cock. He positioned himself perfectly between my legs, waiting at my entrance as he let his weight rest on top of me. He kissed me again as he slid into me. Even after the powerful orgasm I just experienced, my body was ready for him immediately, suddenly reenergized and welcoming his complete possession of me. I marveled at how perfectly we fit together.
He reached down and pulled my legs wider, giving him complete access to my pussy, burying himself inside me all the way to the hilt. My muscles were still quivering from my last orgasm, making Sean feel absolutely huge inside me, as if he were stretching me, splitting me in two, and I loved every second of it. It was like he was claiming me as his all over again, and there was something undeniably sexy about the whole thing.
He hitched my legs up over his hips, wrapping my calves around him, then returned his full weight on top of me, sliding his arms underneath me, holding me tight against him. There wasn't an inch of our bodies that wasn't touching once my arms came around him, hugging him to me, my nails running up and down his back as he slowly, deliberately, drove into me.
Sean kept an incredibly slow pace, kissing me all over my neck, my cheeks, along my jaw; he was taking his time with me, making sweet, gentle, unhurried love to me. I heard him softly grunting and moaning in my ear, sending chills all over my body as I heard him whisper, "Mmm...Morgan...you feel so good...God...so hot and so tight...so perfect wrapped around me."
My voice was still soft, still recovering from my screams, "Sean...you feel...incredible...oh my god...oh, right there...please..."
"You like that, baby?" he whispered seductively as he suddenly thrust hard into me, hitting my sweet spot head on. I groaned in satisfaction and he pushed into me again, just as hard, then easing off. "I love taking my time with you, baby. I love that you're all mine."
"Yes, Sean...I'm yours...please...please..." I begged for him, pleaded, needing him to give me my final release which was starting to build, slowly burning me from the inside out.
He shifted his hips, his pubic bone rubbing against my clit as he took me from a slightly different angle. The pressure inside me continued to build, threatening to erupt again. Every move he made created a whirlwind of sensations inside me; he bent his neck and licked at my nipple, sucking it into his mouth harshly, causing me to gasp sharply and release a loud moan. "Oh, Sean...please..."
He began moving infinitesimally faster, with more insistence, driving into me harder. "Oh, Morgan...come on, baby...cum for me...I want to feel you cum around me." His words echoed in my ears, and I gave myself over to every sensation swirling around and inside me. I let his perfect body make me irrevocably his as he increased his tempo, thrusting deep inside me, deeper than I remember him ever going before.
I clung tight to his back as my orgasm exploded from within me, not caring if I was leaving marks, if I was drawing blood, if he would be deaf from my screaming in his ear. "Oh my god, Sean...oh...yes!" My pussy clenched tightly around him, but it didn't slow him down or relax his thrusts, drawing my climax out, making it last and last.
"Oh, Morgan," he murmured in my ear. "Marry me," he whispered as he thrust one final time.