Summer of Learning – Chapter 11

I fought the increasingly strong temptation to crawl back into the bed with Sean and instead got dressed, in my own clothes this time. Even with my moving around the bedroom, not trying to be loud, but not exactly tip-toeing either, Sean kept on snoozing away. I decided to let him sleep and went out to his living room and clicked on the TV.

Sean's cable was out, probably because of all the ice and snow covering every surface so thickly outside. I went to his massive library of movies, not at all surprised that they were mostly comedies and action flicks with the occasional drama thrown in. I picked a comedy, put it in the player and got comfortable under the heavy blanket draped over the couch.

I don't know if I had the volume up too loud or if he had finally just woken up, but not a half hour into the movie, Sean padded into the living room, dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt. He leaned over me and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. "Mind if I join you?" he asked with a grin.

"Not at all," I replied, lifting up part of the blanket and curling up my legs, creating a space for him beside me. He promptly sat down and pulled my legs across his lap and scooted closer, practically pulling me into his lap. He buried his face in my hair, kissing my temple, and settled in to watch the movie.

It's fun watching movies with Sean. Every time I looked up at him, he was mouthing the dialogue along with the characters (although we were watching Airplane!, and it's hard not to quote along with that movie). We started taking turns, taking over for the characters on the screen.

When the movie ended, Sean grabbed the remote and turned off the system. He tightened his arms around me; I turned to give him a quick kiss and rested my head against his strong chest. "We kinda skipped lunch. Are ya getting hungry?" Sean asked.

I nodded against him, watching the snow still falling heavily outside. "I'm getting there." I sat up straighter. "I'm gonna go see what all you have. I found some pork chops in your freezer earlier and set them out, I hope you don't mind. It's kind of a tradition at home to have a nice dinner on New Year's, and I wanna cook for you."

"Well, you are just making yourself right at home here, aren't you?" he grinned. "I kinda like that," he murmured as he nuzzled into my neck.

I gave him a wicked grin. "Don't get too excited. I just don't like doing dishes."

He laughed and swatted my behind. "Snot," he said in a falsely annoyed voice.

I crawled off his lap and stood in front of him, fists planted firmly on my hips. "Is that any way to treat the person who just offered to cook you dinner?"

"Oh, I'll show you how I want to treat you." He chased me into the kitchen. I let out a squeal as we both slid in our socks on his tiled floor. We ran around the small kitchen table before I backed myself into the corner of his counter, grabbing the spatula from the dish drainer as a makeshift weapon. My heart was pounding as he stalked toward me in an almost predatory approach. I started giggling uncontrollably as he came nearer, for some reason nervous about what he was planning on doing. I cringed and shrank in on myself, holding the spatula in front of me, still laughing like a madwoman when he finally made his move and reached out to grab me. All at once his arms were wrapped around me, pulling me into him; his mouth immediately claimed mine in a wet, searching kiss.

I let myself get lost in his embrace, relishing the feeling of his body pressing against mine, his strong arms surrounding me. I could go on kissing him forever and never get tired and never get bored. The problem was, with the way he had my arms pinned across my chest, the spatula sitting uselessly between us in my hand, I was getting uncomfortable, not to mention the fact that if we were going to eat dinner at all tonight, I had to put a stop to this and start preparing the food. I tried pushing at Sean's shoulders, gently at first, then a little more forcefully. I wasn't getting very far in making progress, but I felt Sean's smile against my lips and knew he was keeping his grip tight around me on purpose.

"Sean," I muttered through the sides of my mouth. I giggled and pushed on him again. "Sean!" I said more insistently. He only pressed his lips harder against mine and slid his tongue into my mouth. Oh, you think that's going to stop me? I thought. I sealed my lips around his tongue and applied suction, catching him off guard. He jerked his head back in surprise and I finally had a chance to catch my breath and talk. "Baby, you know I love you and you know I love kissing you, but I really need to start figuring out dinner. It's not like we can just order out."

Sean stepped back and pouted. How does he manage to look sexy even like that? "Well..." he began, "we could..."

I cocked an eyebrow up at him. "Really? You think anything's even open today? It's New Year's! And in this weather?" I gasped in mock disgust and horror and whispered with false disdain, "You would make some poor delivery guy drive around in this?" I gestured dramatically outside. "Especially when you have someone offering to cook a homemade dinner for you? I'm appalled." I could barely contain the smile threatening to surface.

Sean sighed heavily then stepped forward, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Yes, dear," he said with a smirk, then kissed my forehead before turning and sitting at the kitchen table.

I looked at him questioningly. "What are you doing?" trying to hide the effects of my heart fluttering against my ribs.

"What?" he asked innocently. "I can't watch the master at work?"

I threw my head back in laughter. "Oh, please. It's just pork chops."

"Yeah," he agreed, "but based on breakfast today, I bet they'll be fantastic." I felt my cheeks and ears redden at the compliment.

I made a quick search of Sean's cabinets, thankful that he was kind of a health nut and had lots of things on hand. Apparently he cooked for himself a lot, but didn't have a ton of recipes to choose from, as there wasn't a ton of variety among his cans of veggies or any other kind of sides. I did manage to find some potatoes under the sink and set to peeling them and putting them in a pot of water to boil. I whipped up a quick marinade for the chops and placed them in a dish to bake. I grabbed a can of green beans and dumped them into a pan.

As I watched the vegetables fall into the saucepan, an idea came into my head. Just like in the movies, I could spell out my answer to Sean's proposal, serve it up on his plate and voila! Then I frowned at myself and shook my head. God, how cheesy was that? No, I couldn't actually go through with it, could I? I could find a better way to tell him than that.

I sat with Sean at the table in the chair beside his. He leaned over and took my hand, holding it in both of his. He looked like he had something to say, but didn't want to say it. "Come on, let's have it," I tried coaxing it out of him. He looked up at me, surprise written all over his face. "Sean, if you've got something to say, just say it."

He started bouncing his knee, a sure sign that he was nervous. He had that look again, that look that said he was thinking something through. I suddenly got a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Was he going to take back the proposal? Had he been going over all the hurdles we would face like I had earlier? Did he decide he didn't want me anymore? I decided to bite the bullet and try again to find out what was wrong.

I squeezed one of his hands, "Hey," my voice softened, "what's going on?" He looked up at me almost guiltily but still didn't answer. "Sean," I said a little more firmly, "I can tell something's bugging you." I could feel my pulse quickening, my hand growing sweaty in between his. I swallowed and continued, "Please, baby, tell me what's wrong."

I waited while he finished working through his thoughts and took a deep breath, only to release it right away. Finally he spoke, "Just...thinking."

"I figured that much, thanks," I said with a grin.

His lips curled up in a tiny smile, a soft chuckle following immediately after. He sighed, "I don't know what to do."

"About what?" I questioned with a slight frown.

"About your dad," he said stoically.

"Oh."

"Yeah," he cast his eyes back down toward the table. "He's my best friend in the whole world, Morgan. I want to tell him about us...I need to...but I have the sneaking suspicion that he's going to outright kill me when I do."

"When we do," I corrected him. "And I don't think he'll kill you. Maybe he'll take it as well as mom did," I suggested, only to be met with his very doubtful look. "Okay, probably not," I conceded, "but however he reacts, we deal with it together." I squeezed his hand again for good measure and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "I love you. I wouldn't ever ask you to do that alone."

He nodded solemnly, "I know, sweetheart. I love you. Just wish I knew the best way to tell him." He snorted out a laugh, "Maybe if I got him drunk, then I'd...we'd tell him, technically, but he may not remember."

"That's true. Dad gets pretty loopy when he's drunk. Didn't he lock himself in a bathroom once and needed you to rescue him?"

Sean's shoulders finally started to fall as he relaxed a little, laughing at the memory. Convinced he wasn't so deep in his self-inflicted funk, I stood up to check on how dinner was progressing. I busied myself basting the pork chops and preparing the potatoes. I asked Sean if he'd set the table while I finished up. He obliged, adding wine glasses to the table, even going so far as to pull out two candlesticks and lit them; apparently remembering that I'd wanted this to be a nice dinner for the two of us. He walked out of the room and moments later I heard soft music coming from the living room. I grinned as I finished up with the food, plating everything and setting the plates on the table as Sean filled our glasses with wine.

"Why, Sean, this is so romantic. I feel like I'm underdressed," I said, not sure where the blush on my cheeks was coming from.

He shook his head, "You look gorgeous no matter what you wear." The blush on my cheeks darkened and spread down my neck. How did he do that? He flicked off the kitchen lights, plunging us into near darkness, forcing our eyes to adapt to the dim candlelight. We took our former seats at the table; he looked positively dreamy with his tousled hair, his eyes glistening in the candle light. "This looks delicious," he said, appraising the meal I had prepared.

"So do you," I said before I could stop myself. He smiled and let out a soft chuckle before reaching over, placing his hand along my jaw, and bringing us together for a soft kiss that stole my breath away. After everything we've done together, this man still managed to have this kind of an effect on me. He sat back upright in his chair, "Come on, let's eat."

We both dug in heartily to the meal, neither of us having eaten much all day. We talked as we ate, our conversation lighter than it had been just a few minutes ago. It was so easy to just talk about anything with him. He never talked down to me, always treated me as an adult, as if our age difference was nonexistent. When we'd both finished eating, I stood and cleared our places. "Don't worry, I'm just piling them in the sink. I promise I won't touch them after that," I teased.

When I returned to the table, before I could sit back down in my chair, Sean reached out and took my hand, pulling me to him and arranging me so I was sitting in his lap. "Smart, funny, beautiful, and a damn good cook. A guy could get used to having a girl like you around."

My heart fluttered at his compliments. "Well...maybe you should." He looked at me with a confused expression. "Get used to having me around."

His eyes widened, realization crossing his features. "Morgan," he whispered, "are you saying..."

"Yes." I smiled widely, my heart doing cartwheels in my chest. " I'm saying yes, Sean, yes I'll marry you."

"Oh my god," his voice was little more than a whisper. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me down for a wonderfully passionate kiss. "Oh my god," he said again and again, each time with more excitement, more happiness; each time causing my heart to swell with love for him, with joy that I had made him this happy. He pulled back, allowing both of us to catch our breath, and breathed, "Morgan, I promise, I'm going to make you so happy. I love you so very much," before pulling me closer than before and claiming my mouth with his.

After a moment, I pushed myself off him and sat back, reluctantly breaking our kiss. "Sean, wait," I started, and my heart broke at the fear in his eyes. "Don't freak out, I just...I have some...terms and conditions."

"Anything," he said adamantly.

I grinned. "Okay, first, we have to tell my dad. Soon. What he says doesn't matter, I'll marry you regardless, but we have to tell him. Together."

Sean nodded, "Agreed."

"I don't want to transfer colleges. I really like my school and want to stay there. I want to graduate before we get married. We can get married the day after I graduate if you want, but I want school to come first," I continued. "Maybe one day I'll think about finding a school down here...I don't exactly relish the thought of being so far away from you all the time, but this is important to me."

"Of course." Wow, this was going better than I thought.

"And last," I smiled at him, "you have to actually propose." I giggled at his confused look again. "Sean, you'd just given me at least four orgasms and were still...finishing. It was hot as hell, but not exactly romantic. I mean," I held up my left hand, "I don't even have a ring." I let my hand fall to his shoulder. "I want the whole thing, Sean. Even..." I gulped, "even asking my parents."

Sean let the words sink in. "I can't argue with that. Alright," he agreed. "Your wish is my command."

"I love you, Sean."

"I love you, Morgan."

I smirked, "I know," and wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in close. "Now make love to me," I whispered in his ear.

"Yes, dear." Sean stood up, holding me close to him, and carried me down the hall to his bedroom, kissing and giggling the entire way. He set me down gently on the floor next to his bed, never stopping kissing me. We couldn't get our clothes off fast enough, our hands bumping each other as we fought to strip the clothes off each other.

I ran my hands over his warm skin, delighting in the feel of him, his taut muscles, his crisp chest hair, all gloriously male...and all mine. I pulled him down for another kiss and his hands deftly found my lower back, pulling me into him; I could feel his hardness pressing into my stomach. He gracefully lifted me onto the bed, joining me seconds later, hovering over me. His mouth rained down kisses all over my neck, my chest, my stomach, then returned northward, up to my breasts, revering them with his tongue, lips and teeth. I ran my hands through his hair and spread my legs wide as I felt my body start to tingle, a definite wetness growing between my thighs.

I slid one of my hands over his chest, his magnificently tight abs, and finally found his rock hard erection, standing out proudly from his body. I wrapped my fingers around him and slid my hand slowly up and down his shaft. I guided him to my entrance and pushed my hips upward, feeling the head of his dick separate the lips of my pussy.

Sean pulled back and looked down at my warily. "Morgan..." he said, his voice laced with caution. "I need to put on..."

I cut him off. "I don't care. I want to feel you, all of you." I bucked my hips again. "Please, Sean. Take me."

He held my gaze for another minute, working something out in his brain again, and finally, gradually, slid deep into me. A deep moan escaped my lips as his hip bones met mine and he filled me completely.

The two times we had done this without a condom before had been so quick, and kind of rough; I never really got a chance to feel him, to let my body fully appreciate how wonderful he felt inside me, skin against skin. "Oh my god, Sean...you feel so good."

"You do, too, baby...so hot and wet. Fucking perfect," he groaned as he slid in and out of me. He continued at an agonizingly slow pace, and I wondered at his self-control. I raised my knees closer to my chest, allowing him to bury himself deeper into me. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my hips met his movements, creating a delicious rhythm between us, the pleasure constantly building.

Sean's thrusts became more forceful; he lowered his head, licking and sucking at my neck, groaning sensually near my ear. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you cum on my dick." He thrust again, harder and harder, hitting my G-spot, as he sucked on my ear lobe and held me tightly; his broad chest crushing my breasts against him.

I felt myself quicken around him, my legs tightening their grip, my fingernails digging into his back. My short grunts of pleasure became longer as I moaned my way toward orgasm. I finally cried out as my body shook as the waves of my climax rolled through me.

When I had finished trembling around him, Sean stretched over me and reached for the drawer of his night stand. He had a guilty look on his face and I realized he hadn't finished yet. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I don't want to get you pregnant," he said as he fumbled through the drawer until he found the box of condoms. "Well...not yet anyway." My pussy automatically clenched around him at the thought. There was a part of me that really wanted to have his baby, but he was right. We weren't ready...I wasn't ready...for that just yet.

Sean pulled out of me and slid the condom on, then smacked my left butt cheek. "Turn over," he said playfully. I gave him a confused smile as I did as he asked, laying on my belly. "Nu-uh, girlie," he said, grabbing my hips and pulling them toward his body, "Hands and knees."

Oh my god...doggy style? I felt myself getting wet all over again at the prospect. There was something so dirty, yet ridiculously hot, about being in this position. I followed where his hands guided me, moving my legs to where he wanted them, and felt him press up against my opening with his cock. "You ready, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. I looked over my shoulder and nodded just before he slid into me.

The pressure was exquisite. He felt so different entering me from this angle, and I moaned wantonly as he started sliding in and out of me. "Oh...shit," Sean hissed through his teeth. "Fuck, you feel so good. Not gonna last much longer, baby." I only groaned in response, my voice breaking with every thrust he pounded into me. He thrust one last time, letting out a loud roar of release before pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed. I immediately lay down next to him, half on the bed, half resting on his chest, my arm draped over his torso. "Sorry, sweetheart. Jesus, you turn me on so much," he whispered between pantingbreaths.

"You turn me on pretty well, too, you know," I murmured against his chest. "We can definitely do that again."

He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. "I swear, next time it'll last longer."

I looked up and stretched up for a quick kiss. "Deal," I smiled wickedly. "So...don't want to get me pregnant...yet?"

"Uh, no...not yet," he looked down at me. "But one day...I'd love to have a baby with you." He placed his hand on my lower abdomen.

My heart swelled with excitement and my pulse began to race. "Me too," I whispered. "If it weren't for school..."

"Don't even start," he scolded me and wrapped his arms tightly around me. "That's about the only reason I...held out the way I did. Well, that and..."

"My parents," I finished his sentence. Sean nodded with a grimace. "Still...it's fun to think about." I grabbed his hand and replaced it on my belly. I could feel my pussy tightening again, my nipples hardening. It was as if my body wanted to get started on this right away.

Sean stayed quiet, his eyes roaming all over my face. Finally he spoke up, his voice thick with emotion, "God, I love you so damn much."

"I love you, too, baby," I hugged myself close to him. He pulled me up and kissed me fiercely, his tongue plunging into my mouth. "What was that for?" I asked dazedly, breathlessly, when he finally released me.

"I like when you call me baby," he said in a low, growly voice.

I grinned at him, "I seem to remember you saying that. I'll have to do that more often if it means you kissing me like that."

He laughed softly, "Don't you like the way I kiss you?"

"I love the way you kiss me," I said emphatically. "I could kiss you all day if I could."

"There's always tomorrow," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

I playfully slapped his chest, "You're terrible, you know that?"

"I know," he grinned, "but you love me."

"I really do," I murmured. A yawn crept up on me, escaping before I could stop it.

Sean chuckled, "Tired already?"

"Mm...just relaxed," I replied.

"Come on, sweetheart, it's only..." he craned his neck to see the face of his alarm clock, "geez, not even eight-thirty. Come on," he sat up, bringing me with him. "If you fall asleep now, your sleep schedule will be thrown all out of whack. I'll do up dishes real quick and we can put in another movie, cuddle on the couch or something."

I nodded, "Alright. After you." Sean threw the covers off him and got up off the bed. I quickly reached over and smacked him right on the butt. He jumped and spun around to glare at me in surprise. I smiled cheekily and said, "Payback for smacking me earlier."

He narrowed his eyes and lowered himself onto the bed, crawling toward me until I was forced to lean back. Before I knew it he was hovering over me again. He kissed me, long and languidly, and ground his hips against mine, teasing my still sensitive flesh. "You want payback? Just you wait."

I was suddenly wide awake again, excitement coursing through my system as I wondered what this man, my fiancé, had in store for me.

Whew. Finally. I'm sorry this took so long. I wanted to throw a little drama in here, kind of help the plot along, create some sort of tension, but everything I thought of led to either Morgan telling her answer to his proposal earlier than I really wanted her to, or one of them thinking this was all a mistake, and we can't have that.

The green bean thing was actually how I was going to have Morgan tell him, but...well...I think she explained that cheesiness just isn't her style.

So what'd you think? Let me know in the comments! Thanks for all your patience!