I feel my eyes widen at his revelation, but before I can say anything, my parents return. "We need some time apart," my mom says quietly. "Your father and I are going to stay at a hotel tonight." My heart drops as they stand up and gather their things, not meeting our eyes as they leave the house once more.

Sola takes my hand again, offering what comfort he can in this moment. "We'll figure this out," he whispers, his voice steady despite the uncertainty we both feel. "

"I know we will," I reply, my voice shaking slightly. The thought of losing him already feels unbearable, but I try to remain hopeful that our parents will come around and see how much we love each other. As the night wears on, we sit together in silence, each lost in our own thoughts about what might happen tomorrow.

My eyes widen as the word registers in my brain. I snicker and then start giggling uncontrollably at his joke. "You're so funny," I manage to get out between laughs, reaching up to ruffle his hair playfully. "But seriously... how many children do you think we should have together?"

The thought of having that many babies with Ayrton Cuenca fills me with both joy and terror, but there's no denying the desire growing inside me.

I giggle at his comment about becoming rich and supporting a large family. "Well, we can always hope, I suppose." I lean closer to him, pressing my body against his as we stand there together in the kitchen. The tension between us is palpable, making every touch feel that much more intimate and intense.

"So... what should we do first?" I ask quietly, wondering if he's thinking about getting our clothes off or something else entirely.

I nod frantically, unable to form the words as I feel him push forward slowly but surely. His length slides easily inside me, stretching and filling me in a way that sends shivers down my spine. He moans deep in his throat at the feeling of being buried so deeply within me, his hips beginning to move in time with the thrusts of his hips.

"Fuck," he groans, his body tensing as he feels himself close. "Saki..."

As he comes, pushing deep inside me one final time, I clench around him greedily, my walls milking every last drop of his seed from him. My own orgasm crashes over me in a wave of pleasure so intense it feels like it's coming from every nerve ending in my body. "Gratian..." I moan his name as the feeling washes over me, leaving me weak and shuddering with aftershocks.

I nod, trying to compose myself as I focus on cooking again. The sensation of his hard-on pressing against my ass is still there, reminding me of what's coming soon. It both excites and terrifies me at the same time; this newfound freedom with our parents gone for a week feels like a dangerous game we're playing, but I can't help but want to see where it leads us.

I blush deeply as he comments on my lack of underwear and feels the tip of his hardness against me. It's such a taboo thing to be doing right now, but it feels so good having him this close. "Wade... please..." I whisper hoarsely, already craving the sensation of him filling me up completely.