Chapter 7: Laura

Percy’s story brought tears to my eyes. I held him tight for a long while. He finally collected himself. It was late and we both needed to do some serious thinking about our situation. His story helped me to understand his reasons. I knew he was never going to give up on our child.

I think I was crazy for not saying yes immediately to his proposal. I can’t explain why I said no. The triumph of reason over heart I guess.

Suddenly, we were alone, and as his mouth sealed over mine, our tongues gloriously glided together. We both needed to cheer up. It had been a long and frustrating day. His frenzied hands gentled long enough to lower me to the couch. My bed was mere feet away, but we hadn’t had the time nor the desire to make it that far.

His hard body covered mine, his hips falling between my open legs.

Then my shirt was off in a matter of seconds, and my skirt quickly followed.

His finger curled in the top of my bra, tugging it down before taking my nipple between his lips. His warm tongue swirled and his teeth nipped, shooting sparks that rivaled any orgasm I’d ever had straight to my clit.

“Percy,” I moaned, arching my back and pressing more of my breast into his mouth.

He growled, the vibrations coaxing me closer to the edge. His hair was too short to thread my fingers through, so I palmed the back of his head, holding him as though he were attempting to get away. He absolutely wasn’t.

I lifted my hips when I felt the tips of his fingers start their descent down my stomach.

Our groans harmonized as he dipped his fingers between my legs and pressed in just enough to taunt me.

“Please,” I begged.

His head popped up to catch my gaze. “Given any more thought to that proposal?” he asked with a wicked smile.

“Bastard,” I told him, spreading my legs wide.

“I know,” he whispered, holding my gaze as he slid two fingers inside me.

I writhed, driving myself down, unable to get close enough.

I needed more. I wasn’t talking about sex. I wanted more of him, more of his soul and his gentle heart.

His hand worked me, pumping in and out, taking me closer and closer to the edge.

“Percy, I...”

“Shh ... It’s okay, baby. My offer is on the table. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here. All you have to do is say yes.” He dropped his thumb to my clit and skillfully circled.

As an orgasm so strong that I feared I’d never been able to recover rippled through me, I realized I was absolutely ready for anything and everything as long as it was with him.

I finally felt at peace with my situation.

And I made my decision.