Summer of Learning – Chapter 15

My last week of winter break flew by. Sean and I made the best of it, easily falling into a comfortable routine despite the knowledge that every day that passed brought us closer to my having to leave him to go back to school, and that we wouldn't be seeing each other in person again for a long time. The closer the weekend got, the more I began to doubt my decision to stay at that school, but Sean was always quick to quash those feelings. I argued that I could get my degree from any school, that any credits I had earned already would transfer, but he would insist that I should stay at my dream school, that we'd be able to make everything work out okay, not to mention that I'd be giving up my scholarship. I knew I could always take out student loans if I were to transfer schools, but Sean had a good point...in fact he had several good points. I'd admit that he was right, and he'd pull me into his arms, both of us still mindful of his nose and kiss me tenderly and promise over and over that it was just temporary, and that he wasn't going anywhere.

The Saturday before classes were to restart, Sean suggested we go out and do something to get my mind off leaving. I protested at first, wanting to just stay in with him all day, getting in as much time alone with him as I could, but he insisted. His nose was basically completely healed, and he joked about being able to show it off in public again. He drove me out to the mall, and we walked around, hand in hand. We went in and out of several stores, him being overly silly still trying to keep me from worrying about the coming months away from him, before he pulled me into a jewelry store.

My heart skipped several beats as he directed me toward the case with all the engagement rings on display. I blinked up at him and smiled widely, hardly believing what was happening. "You said you wanted a ring, right?" he asked with a grin and made a sweeping motion with his hand over the glass. I looked back at the sparkling diamonds in front of me, hardly noticing the saleswoman approach.

"Can I help you?" she asked cheerily.

"Just looking for now," Sean replied. "Do you have a sizer handy?"

She reached back to the counter behind her and produced a key ring full of loops of all different sizes. Sean took my hand and began trying the loops on my ring finger until we found one that was comfortable. "Size eight," I commented, "Just like my shoes."

"Do you and your mother wear the same size?" the saleswoman asked.

I looked at her confusedly for a moment, "I...I don't know." I looked at Sean, wondering if he knew why she'd asked.

"Well, if you aren't sure what size ring she wears, perhaps I could show you our line of bracelets. We've got a great special on charms for the next few weeks, just in time to order for Valentine's Day," she continued her pitch.

"Why would you think we're shopping for my mother?" curiosity got the better of me.

It was the woman's turn to look confused, and she stammered out her response, "Well, I see you two together, and just assumed that you brought your daughter along for advice for a gift for your wife."

"My daught..." Sean almost shouted back. "You think she's...oh, Jesus," he closed his eyes and grimaced. "She's not my daughter, she's my fiancée," he explained through gritted teeth. I could feel my face getting redder by the second with embarrassment, and tears beginning to prick the backs of my eyes.

"Oh," she replied, sounding absolutely stunned. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"You're right," he cut her off, clearly upset, "You shouldn't have. Let's go, Morgan." He placed his hand on my back and walked me out of the store. Once we were several stores away, he pulled me to an empty bench and sat us both down. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I can't believe she...God, I feel awful."

One tear had managed to escape my eye and roll down my cheek as we were walking, and I quickly wiped it away. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before trying to talk. "It's okay, Sean. It's not your fault she's an idiot."

"Oh, I know that, but this was supposed to be a happy day for you, and the first store I pick and I blow it," he reached out and took my hands in his; he rubbed my ring finger with his thumb. "You wanna try another one? Or did you get any ideas of what you wanted?"

I thought for a moment. We'd probably end up in the same situation, no matter what store we went to. I shook my head and answered, "I think I just want something simple. I don't do a lot of jewelry...well, except this." I pulled the sunburst necklace from its place on my chest and let it dangle a little from my finger. "I never take it off, you know."

He grinned and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I know. There is nothing sexier than you wearing this and only this." He traced the chain along my neck with his fingertip, causing my skin to pebble with goose bumps. He kissed me on the cheek, then on the neck, making me squirm a little in my seat, my mood instantly lightening. "Come on, let's keep going. This is supposed to be a fun day." He stood up and offered his hand to me, pulling me off the bench. We spent a while in a candle store, sniffing all the different scents until we were dizzy. I picked out a few for my dorm room, and blushed again as Sean took the bag before I could, carrying it for me.

Next we went into the Spencer's, and ended up spending quite a bit of time in there laughing at all the gag gifts and heavy innuendos on the collection of T-shirts and posters and magnets. When I thought we had seen just about everything they had to offer, Sean took my hand and led me toward the back of the store, where all the sex toys were kept. I felt my blush returning full force as I gaped at the wall of toys in front of me. I looked at him skeptically, raising an eyebrow, and tried to keep my cool.

Sean leaned over a little to murmur in my ear, "I just thought maybe you'd want something to keep you company on lonely nights."

"I don't really need a toy to get myself off, you know. I do have my own ways and means," I said.

He nodded appreciatively, "True, and you seem quite skilled at using those ways and means. But have you ever tried the," he grabbed a package from the display on the wall, "Extreme Passion Pink Rabbit vibrator?" He held it out like a model on The Price is Right, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"What would you do if I said yes?"

"I'd be impressed," he answered without hesitation, then added, "and curious as to where you keep it. I don't remember unpacking anything like that when you moved your things in."

I took a step closer to him and murmured, "Well, maybe I left it at school because I knew I'd have the real thing once I got down here."

He cocked an eyebrow at me, "That's awfully presumptuous of you. What if things hadn't gone the way they did?"

I shrugged, turning back to the variety of toys on display, "Then I don't think I'd have been in much of a mood to play with it, anyway." I sneaked a glance up at him, "No, I haven't tried that one...or any of these. I usually avoid this corner of the store like the plague."

He replaced the pink toy on the wall, "I kind of guessed. So...does anything look...interesting? Any questions?"

"Oh, are you an expert in sex toys, now?" I teased.

"Nope, just an expert in pleasing you."

I blushed at his retort. "What about this?" I reached up and took a long narrow tube in my hands. "Clone-a-Jimmy," I read off the packaging. "Apparently I can make a life sized model of…you." A sudden rush of boldness came over me and I leaned close to him, murmuring in his ear, "So the only thing that will ever be inside me is you," and grazed my hand against his crotch. I giggled when he jumped back at the contact, and if I wasn't mistaken, saw the blush crossing his cheeks.

"Jesus, girl," he whispered. "No fair playing dirty in public like that."

I looked him straight in the eye and said in a completely deadpan voice, "Movie…theater."

Sean blinked then held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. Still, that was a dark movie theater and…you can hide things better than I can." He raised an eyebrow and nodded downward.

When I looked, there was the beginnings of a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. I smirked up at him then placed a kiss on his cheek. "Down, boy," I breathed, then started to walk toward the cashier, leaving Sean to get control of himself. "Come on, I'm getting kind of hungry."

It was about half past noon when we wandered into the food court. Every line at the counters were several people deep, so we decided to head over to one of the actual restaurants in the mall, so at least we could sit down while we waited for our food. It turned out to be pretty crowded, too. I could feel my frustration building when Sean said, "Looks like we'll have to wait a while for a seat here, too. Wonder if that lady would let us join her."

I peered up at him, giving him a weird look. Why would he even suggest that? I followed to where he was pointing and, sure enough, saw a blonde woman sitting alone at a table for four. I watched as a waiter came up to her and she turned to answer his question and my breath caught in my throat.

"Mom?"

I looked back up at Sean, completely astonished. Had he planned this whole thing? The cheeky grin plastered on his face gave me my answer. "Oh my god," I whispered and hugged him tightly before making my way through the other tables until I reached her. I couldn't believe it – after not seeing her and hardly talking to her since the day my father found out about Sean and me, here she was in front of me. Words completely failed me as I approached her, and I surprised her with a hug.

I felt my mother's laugh as she hugged me back. "Hi sweetheart," she said happily. "God, I've missed you." She released me and looked over my shoulder to see Sean coming up behind me. "Hi, Sean."

"Hey, Em," he responded as I took a seat next to my mom. "You two ladies enjoy. I'll see you later."

I frowned up at him, "You aren't staying?"

Sean grinned and shook his head, "Nah. You need some girl time. Have fun." He bent to kiss my cheek, "Love you."

"I love you, too," I said, overwhelmed by such a simple gesture. He walked away, carrying our purchases with him. I was flooded with gratitude for the man, not only for setting up a lunch date with my mom, but for taking the "Clone-a-Jimmy" with him. He really did think of everything.

The waiter came by to take our orders, and mom and I fell into an easy conversation. "His nose looks good. You did a nice job with it. Maybe you should go into medicine instead of…"

"Don't start," I cut her off. "I about threw up after I had reset his nose. All that blood and that sound…guh," I shuddered at the memory. "No, I think marketing is much more my speed."

My mom smiled at me, "Alright, but I think you've got a natural talent for it." I rolled my eyes and she laughed. "So, everything still okay with you two?"

I nodded, "Things are really good. We…we tried to go ring shopping today," my voice trailed off as my mother's expression went from happy to concerned.

"You two are really serious about this, huh?" she questioned.

"Yeah, we really are," I tried to keep from sounding challenging. "But we aren't planning to actually get married until I graduate."

Mom nodded approvingly, "That's good to hear." She paused a moment before continuing, "You realize hearing that kind of news over the phone was quite a shock."

I dropped my chin a little, "I know. I wanted to tell you in person, I really did. I told Sean I really wanted him to talk to the both of you first and get a ring and everything, but with dad surprising us…it didn't really turn out that way."

"Are you sure about this, Morgan? You two haven't been together very long."

"You're right. We haven't been a couple very long, but we've known each other all my life. And I love him, mom. I love him so much, and he loves me back. He makes me really happy, and we take care of each other," I said simply.

She placed her hand over mine, "I know, sweetie. It's obvious he's crazy about you, too. I just…I want to make sure you've really thought about this."

I met her gaze full on, "I have, mom. We have. We've talked about this, round and round, and we're sure. This is what we both want."

Mom looked at me another silent moment before speaking again. "My baby's getting married," she said softly, her warm smile contradicting the tears forming in her bright blue eyes as she leaned in for a hug.

"Aw, mom, don't cry! You cry, I cry," I let her wrap her arms around me as best as she could with the corner of the table in the way. "It'll be okay, mom. You'll see."

She sat back in her chair and blinked back any remaining tears. "I know it will be. I just worry." She fluttered her fingers, waving away the heavy topic, "So…you're all set for school?"

Our conversation covered all kinds of topics, even dad and how he was dealing with all that was going on with me and Sean. Apparently he was still firmly against the idea, but he did know that mom was here with me today, so it's not like she had to sneak out of the house or anything. She said he was practically silent for a day or so, hardly speaking to her until she confronted him and forced him to talk. "He was really hurt, Morgan. He still is, really. He thought his relationships with you and with Sean were a lot better than the way you treated him."

I felt tears pricking my eyes again, "I know. We really were planning on telling him, but we wanted it to be face to face, and with me being snowed in at Sean's house…"

"And before that? There's a whole week that went by between my finding out and his finding out," mom looked pointedly at me.

"You're right," I acquiesced. "There's no excuse for waiting so long. I was nervous at how he would react, but I should have said something anyway." I thought a moment before asking, "Do you think he'll ever talk to me again?"

"I'm sure he will," she said, patting the back of my hand. "It's just going to take him some time. He'll get there."

Once we finished our meal, mom treated me to a mani-pedi, insisting on a girls' day out before I headed back up for school. We spent the day just hanging out, both of us realizing just how much we'd missed each other. She dropped me off at Sean's house, and we said our tearful goodbyes, hugging over the front console of her car. "I love you, Morgan. Take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will, mom. I love you, too," I murmured into her shoulder. I kissed her cheek and turned to open my door.

"Morgan," she waited for me to turn back around. "You know how stubborn your father is. You may have to be the one to take the first step. Just…putting that out there."

I nodded, "Okay. Thanks, mom…for everything."

I crawled out of her car and rushed down the pathway to Sean's front door. Once inside, I hung up my jacket in the hall closet. I turned and saw an adorable brown teddy bear sitting next to a vase holding a single red rose. I couldn't hold back the "Aww," that bubbled up as I picked up the bear and hugged him close. I got a whiff of Sean's cologne and turned to look for him, but I was still standing alone in the front room. I held the bear up to my nose and inhaled…then smiled widely. He had sprayed his cologne into the fur, so every time I hugged the bear, I'd smell him. I picked up the vase and brought the bloom to my nose, breathing in its sweet scent, then walked dazedly toward the rest of the house. I crossed into the kitchen and stopped in my tracks, almost dropping the vase on the floor.

The kitchen table had been set for a candlelight dinner. Sean was sitting and waiting for me; he had changed into my favorite sweater of his. "Hi," I said breathily. "You cooked?" There was a delicious garlicky aroma filling the kitchen.

"Yes, I cooked," he said with false anger. "I did have to feed myself before you came along, you know." Just by that, a timer went off, and Sean hopped out of his chair to silence it and pull dinner from the oven. He stood in such a way that I couldn't see what he had made, especially not in the dim, flickering light. I sat at my place at the table, setting my bear and rose off to the side, and waited.

When Sean presented my plate to me with all the flair of a fancy restaurant waiter, I had to laugh out loud. In front of me was a large slice of pizza, a cheesy breadstick, and a heaping portion of Caesar salad. "Thank you, baby. It looks great." He grinned as he pulled out two bottles of beer and poured them into pint glasses before sitting down.

"Okay, so I didn't exactly cook," he admitted, "but I wanted to make you dinner for your last night home." The word home resonated through me, and smiled widely. Sean raised his glass, and I followed suit. "To the next five months, may they be productive and speedy," he toasted, and we clinked our glasses together before drinking.

As we ate, I told him about my day with my mom, thanking him again for the surprise. I asked him how he had spent his day, but he only gave a vague answer, something about running errands and working from home. I let the issue drop, but couldn't help but wonder just what errands he'd had to run. As far as I knew, he paid all his bills online and we had just gone grocery shopping the other day. I didn't want to spend our evening grilling him, so I resolved to just let it go. Maybe it was something about his work and didn't want to bore me with the details, not that I'd be bored anyway. If it was really important, he'd tell me, right?

When we had finished eating and Sean had cleared our places, he held his hand out to me to help me out of my chair then led me back to the bedroom…our bedroom, I reminded myself. A wave of giddiness washed over me and I wondered if that feeling would ever fade. In the room were more candles, bathing the room in a warm and soft light. A new surge of emotions flooded through me, leaving me giddy for an entirely different reason. He guided me over to the bed, but before we sat down, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me tenderly.

"I love you so much, Morgan," he whispered against my lips. "I don't want to let you go."

I smiled sadly, "I know, baby. I don't want to go, but I need to. I hate leaving you, I really do." I could feel my lower lip starting to tremble and hot tears started rolling down my cheeks.

"Hey, hey," Sean said soothingly, kissing my tears away then pulling me close. His voice reverberated through me, "It's okay. I promise, I'm not going anywhere. I'll just be a phone call away. We'll be able to Skype every night if you want to." I nodded against his chest, trying to control my sobbing. "Come on, hon, you're getting all worked up." He turned me to face away from him and brought his hands to my shoulders, his thumbs working the muscles there. "You're too tense, sweetheart."

"Is this some kind bad joke?" I asked with a smirk as I allowed him to move me to where he wanted me.

He took his hands off my shoulders and answered, sounding insulted, "One, I don't do bad jokes. Two, what the hell are you talking about?"

I looked over my shoulder. "You know, I'm a teepee, I'm a wigwam. Relax, you're two tents."

It was a quiet moment before he laughed at the sad attempt at humor. "You're right. That is pretty bad. No, I mean your shoulders are all tight." He paused as he started to unravel the knots he found. "Hmm...if only I knew of a way to get you nice and relaxed." His strong fingers worked their way over my shoulder blades and down my spine before teasing the hemline of my shirt. I could hear his grin, "This looks awfully constricting. We'd better get it off you."

"Sean," I chided him, but not putting any real feeling into it.

"What?" he asked innocently, not stopping his recent task to remove my shirt. "I just want you to be comfortable." I raised my arms over my head with an exaggerated sigh and let him undress me. "This should probably go, too," he murmured as he placed kisses along my shoulder and his fingers found the clasp of my bra, unfastening it without any further warning. I gasped as the elastic retracted, admittedly feeling a sense of relief as my breasts were no longer restrained.

His hands were on the move again, trailing over my back to my hips, meeting over my belly button. I had thought he would reach up to cup my breasts, but instead, he just held me, surrounding me with his strength, his warmth, his love. I let myself lean against his warm body. The soft fabric of his sweater, along with the comforting warmth of his arms around me, felt heavenly and I melted back into him. Sean hugged me tightly from behind. My breath caught in my throat when his long, nimble fingers found the button of my jeans, popping it out of the button hole.

"Sean," I warned him half-heartedly.

"Even you can't tell me you're more comfortable in a pair of skinny jeans than out of them," he responded, murmuring into my ear. His low voice sent a chill down my spine and caused my nipples to harden. He lowered my zipper, and even though he'd seen me naked several times, there was something incredibly erotic about him standing, even still fully clothed, behind me. He hooked his thumbs into my belt loops and started sliding my pants over my hips and down my legs. Once they were in a pile around my ankles, I felt Sean holding me still, one hand on my hip, the other guiding my foot out of the leg of my pants. After he'd helped me step out of them, he slid my panties to the floor to join them.

I wanted, needed, him to touch me, everywhere and all at once. I tried stepping back into him, seeking that bodily contact, but he stepped back with me, keeping us apart. Thankfully, he placed his hands on my hips, but still kept me at arm's length. In fact, he started pushing, guiding me towards the bed. I tried to turn myself around to face him again and sit on the bed, but Sean wouldn't allow it. Instead, I followed his lead and crawled onto the mattress, glancing over my shoulder to make sure this was what he wanted.

I stopped moving when I realized he was no longer behind me. I looked around the room and found him taking something out of the top dresser drawer – a small plastic bottle. I also noticed he'd taken off his pants without my realizing it. As he made his way back over to me, he popped the top of the bottle. "Lay down, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky, as he set the bottle down and pulled his sweater over his head. I started to turn myself onto my back when his warm hand landed on my hip, stopping me. "On your front," he commanded softly. I gave him an odd look before following his instruction. Were we going there? My expression must have told him what I was thinking.

"Relax," he whispered. I felt his hand on the small of my back, then sliding along my spine until it landed between my shoulders, where I felt him press downward, gently pushing my head onto the pillows. "This will go a lot easier if you just relax." I felt him crawl onto the bed behind me, straddling my calves as he did so.

My breath quickened. Really? My last night home and we're trying this? I was suddenly incredibly nervous. His hand came to rest on my hip, and I felt him start to maneuver me to where he wanted me. I loved Sean and trusted him implicitly, but now that I was head down, ass up on his bed and he had some mysterious bottle...well, I freaked.

"Sean, stop!" I called out. I felt him freeze behind me and I pushed myself off the mattress. "I...I don't think I'm ready to do...that. Not yet, okay?"

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and concern. "Not ready for what?" He squeezed some of the bottle's contents into his hand then replaced the bottle on the night stand and started rubbing his hands together. The scent of strawberries and cream filled the room. "I just wanted to give you a massage, get you good and relaxed before you head back...maybe make this a night to remember, you know?"

Oh my god. Relief and embarrassment washed over me. I could immediately feel some of the tension leave my body.

"What did you think I was doing?"

Damn. So much for unwinding. I couldn't say the words. I just looked over my shoulder again and let my blushing face clue him in.

Understanding must have finally dawned on him, because he started laughing softly. I knew he didn't want me to feel bad, but that feeling of naïve embarrassment was definitely taking root. "Morgan, honey, you should know, I would never do anything you weren't absolutely ready for, especially not that." His expression changed, just slightly, to something devious. "Although," he said through his wicked grin, "that would certainly make tonight memorable." He rubbed his hands together again and placed them on the front of my thighs and pulled them toward him, straightening my legs so I could lie down fully on the mattress. "Come on, let me make you feel good."

Now that the pressure of the unknown was off, I could feel myself start to relax as I let him guide me into the position he wanted me. Once I was all situated, his warm and now oiled hands began rubbing all over my back, his skin gliding along mine. As his palms worked the scented oil into my back, warming the muscles there, I sighed contentedly, feeling myself start to relax already. He worked up and down my spine, applying just enough pressure to cause my muscles to melt beneath his hands, easing the tension that lay there. For a long while, he focused his ministrations on my shoulders, undoing the knots that had apparently been building there. His thumbs inched lower, tracing my spine again, until they found my lower back while his fingertips danced along my hips.

Back and forth he went, kneading my skin and muscles, eliciting sighs and moans from me as he found tender spots of tension. He worked his way upward again, allowing his fingers to trail up my sides, teasing the sides of my breasts. At first I thought it was by accident or coincidence, but he ended up working his hands under my body to cup my breasts, just momentarily, before returning to my back.

"Should I flip over so you can get my front?" I asked with a grin.

Sean chuckled, "No. I've got you right where I want you."

I cocked an eyebrow, even though he probably couldn't see my reaction. "I think I like the sound of that."

"Of what? Doing what I say?"

"No," I teased. "My not having to move." I jumped as I felt a sharp slap on my ass. "Ow!" I complained. "I thought you were trying to get me to relax."

"Oh...I'm not finished yet," he said in a low voice. "That was just for sassing me."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, sir," I muttered.

"Ooh...I think I like that," he admitted.

"Do you now?"

He hummed his response. "Maybe one day..." he trailed off as he continued his massage.

I felt his hands drift lower and lower, over my lower back again, over my ass and down my thighs and calves. It felt absolutely exquisite, and I let myself melt even further into the bed, humming in satisfaction. He trailed back up my legs, along my inner thighs, when I realized during the whole process, he'd surreptitiously spread my legs apart, exposing my womanhood to him. It surprised me at first, but my body quickly welcomed his touch. His nimble fingers grazed my outer lips, teasing and tempting me and I arched my back, seeking more contact.

"Ah-ah," he mockingly scolded me. "You stay still. I told you...I've got you where I want you."

I breathed in and out, slowly and deeply, my mind trying to convince my body to follow his directions. "You know, that isn't doing much to help me relax."

"Like I said...I'm not finished yet." A thrill shot through me as I felt one of his fingers along the seam of my lips, just barely parting them. I hadn't realized how wet I'd gotten until I felt his finger slide further in and he finally reached my entrance. I groaned as he entered me with one then two fingers, pushing slowly...slowly...spreading me open for him.

"Sean," I moaned. God, I needed him. "Please." That's right: I was willing to beg. I'd do anything to feel him inside me right now; every second I was left empty, I could feel all the tension returning full force.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice suddenly at my ear. I felt him shift behind me until his torso was just resting on my back and his cock riding along my ass, hard and hot and demanding entrance. "Tell me, Morgan."

"I want you," I whispered. "Please, Sean."

His weight shifted again as he reached down and lined himself up with the place that wept for him. Slowly he filled me from behind, letting his weight push me further into the mattress. He couldn't get as deep as usual, and I started to push up off the bed to get on my hands and knees to improve the angle.

"No, sweetheart. Stay down," he softly commanded, and I was helpless to refuse. While he may not reach far inside me, this angle allowed him to hit that perfect spot, over and over again. He started moving his hips to meet my ass, taking his precious time at pleasing me, though despite his slow and steady pace, I could feel my orgasm building already.

My moans grew louder and more insistent with each thrust, each movement bringing me closer to the edge. Finally and all at once, my breath caught as my pussy started clamping down on him. I grunted loudly as my orgasm washed over me. When my body had started to relax again, releasing his dick from my still clenching walls, he pulled out of me, and I groaned at the loss of that feeling of fullness.

Without warning, he grabbed my hip and quickly yet carefully flipped me over, my legs automatically spreading to welcome him inside again. He slid into me easily, not needing his hand to guide himself in at all, and began pounding into me. Sean kept most of his weight off me, holding himself up, one hand near each of my shoulders. My hands snaked up his muscular arms and over his chest, teasing his nipples, before winding over his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. He returned the kiss, sweetly and softly, before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me infinitely close to him. I could hear him panting and grunting softly in my ear.

"Morgan...I need to...I'm not..." he looked over at the night stand and I knew what he meant. He wasn't wearing any kind of protection, but it seemed neither of us wanted to stop now. Sean looked back at me and slowed down his pace dramatically. He pushed himself off me again and I could feel him starting to pull back, to pull out of me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him deep inside me. "Please, Sean. Please don't stop now. You feel too good." He only looked down at me, that thoughtful look gracing his features again. I reached up to his shoulders and neck, threading my fingers through his hair, and pulled him down to kiss me again. I whispered against his mouth, "Please. I want you to cum inside me."

"Morgan..." he warned me, but I just shook my head.

"I know, and I don't care. Please...I want to feel you. Please, baby."

Another quiet moment passed before he kissed me forcefully and resumed his thrusts. In a matter of moments, his pace became more erratic. "Morgan," he begged, but I held him close with my arms and legs.

"I want this, Sean. Please. Let go, baby."

His body suddenly went rigid as he let out a loud, almost pained groan. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he found his release. It was glorious; I swear I felt his cum filling me. At the moment I didn't care about the consequences, about all the what-ifs. I only cared about this man, still buried deep inside me, who loved me with his whole heart and body, and I definitely felt the same for him. My fingers trailed up and down his sweat-slicked back, squeezing him every so often with my inner muscles, until he finally softened enough to slip out of me. I felt some of our combined juices leak out of me, but I couldn't be bothered to care.

I was completely sated. "I love you," I whispered, holding him close to me, never wanting to let him go.

He braced himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. "I love you."

I whined in complaint when he pushed himself off me and left the room, only to return with a hand towel, which he used to clean up the rapidly forming and ever-dreaded wet spot. Sean dropped the towel on the floor, and pulled the covers back, allowing me to roll over and curl underneath them. He joined me, both of us still naked. We kissed and held and worshipped each other's bodies late into the night. Sean made slow, unhurried, perfect love to me, this time with the forethought to have a condom ready. He seemed to make it last for hours, and it very well may have been.

All I know is it took no time for me to fall asleep, wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his love, the absolute epitome of relaxation.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry this took so long. I certainly hope it was worth the wait. Life...what are ya gonna do, huh? Hopefully I'll be able to get back in the swing of writing again now that things are kind of almost starting to slow down again. Thank you all for your patience and support. I love you all dearly!