As Long as I Have You

Let Me In

ANNABETH

Annabeth couldn't remember the last time she had fought with Percy. It just wasn't something that they did. After their time in Tartarus, it just seemed so... silly. However, if Annabeth had to take a guess, she would say the last occasion was almost a year ago, at the beginning of their senior year of college. She couldn't even remember what the fight had been about. What she did remember was that the makeup sex had been fantastic, truly mind-blowing.

So when she found herself pressing up against the cabinets of their kitchen, when she felt the amount of emotion that the two shared coursing through her body, excitement filled her over what the immediate future held.

With his mouth still pressed firmly against hers, Annabeth found Percy's hands working to release her of the straps of her tank top. Shrugging, she allowed the thin material to fall off, the shirt just barely covering her breasts at this point.

Gasping, Percy pulled his mouth away, causing Annabeth to moan in frustration, already missing his pressure and warmth. Thankfully, he wasn't gone for long and quickly returned to her neck, pressing emotion-filled kisses on the soft skin. At times, he softly brushed the fragile area with his teeth, but never more than that.

Annabeth's gasps filled the air; the simple kisses taunting her, sending a strong pulse down to her very core. As Percy worked his magic with his mouth, Annabeth suddenly found his hands wrapped around her own, slowly forcing them above her head. With magnificent technique, he smoothly transferred both to one hand, trapping her wrists within his strong confines. With one hand now free, he used it to push the loose tank top down, exposing her breasts, already perky with longing.

"I love you, Annabeth," Percy gasped, before attaching his mouth to one of her buds. As he flicked and teased lightly with his tongue, his free hand massaged its partner, rolling and massaging the nipple with grace.

"Percy..." Annabeth moaned, her eyes rolling back as she squirmed, but found herself unable to do much, completely at his mercy. Her predicament became even more precarious when he nudged her legs apart, placing his thigh between them. Only the thin fabric layers of the boxers separated what she desperately needed.

With a final flick of his tongue and a final roll of the bud between his fingers, Percy continued his path downward, leaving a trail of kisses behind like breadcrumbs. Annabeth only briefly wished that he would've left a bruise or two like he usually did, but the thought was quickly abandoned when he reached the band of her stolen boxers.

As she wriggled against his grasp, her eyes now on the bulge that was taking shape behind the apron. To her disappointment, Percy's hand remained firm, keeping her wrists trapped. Thankfully, she was quickly preoccupied once again when he shifted his leg to allow him to rip her boxers down swiftly. Annabeth didn't know how he could do so much with just one hand.

She groaned, now completely bare except for the crumpled tank top around her abdomen. "Your turn now."

Percy's head rose as he made eye contact with her, his husky laugh traveling. "You're the one who's supposed to be letting me in. Remember?"

Annabeth glared at him, unamused, trying once again to free her arms, which were still pinned above her head.

"Should we take this to the bedroom?" Percy asked, unfazed by her scowl.

Before giving her a chance to answer, he swiftly flicked the stovetop knob off and finally released her wrists. He gave her no time to experiment with her newfound freedom as he quickly grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his waist, shifting to support her ass as he lifted her into the air.

Annabeth wouldn't have minded finishing the job right there against the cabinets, or even the island would've been fine. It wasn't anything new for them. If only their college apartment kitchen could talk, it would definitely have some erotic stories to tell.

As Percy made his way to the bedroom, Annabeth kissed him deeply, now taking revenge for being immobilized previously. As Annabeth might've guessed, this only seemed to distract Percy, causing him to stub his toe multiple times on the short walk to their room. Every time, he would curse out, causing Annabeth to smirk as she devilishly intensified the kiss. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and her legs tightly wrapped around him, feeling the hardness between them.

Annabeth only realized they had made it to the bedroom when he lowered her down softly onto the edge of their bed. She refused to let go of his mouth, her hands still strong against his head as she refused to let go of the little power she currently had.

Percy's powerful hands peeled her from around him before finding their way to her cunt. All it took for her was a light brush against her clit, causing a shock to run its way up her spine and force her to gasp out, releasing his mouth and all her power.

As Percy's finger teased her clit, brushing over it and circling her entrance, Annabeth gasped, moaning his name, unashamed at how easily he was able to manipulate her.

"Gods, Annabeth, you're so wet for me," Percy admired, his eyes locked on her as she squirmed under his light pressure.

Suddenly, he pressed down on her clit, causing her to scream out his name, her hands gripping the sheets as if to hold on to what little control she had as she was already at the edge.

When he slipped a finger inside of her entrance, she was done. The wave of her orgasm crashed into her, sending her wriggling and trembling. She was completely at his mercy as she embraced the waves that pounded through her body, causing her to gasp and whine out for him.

When she opened her eyes, she found him still standing above her, staring down lovingly. "I don't think you've let me in yet, Annabeth."

"Percy... please," she moaned, still fragile as she rode the final waves of her orgasm.

"Use your words, Annabeth; tell me what you need," Percy replied, inserting his finger back into her hole and curling against her walls to hit the spot he knew would make her shout out again.

"Percy!" she squealed, bucking her hips up towards him.

Just as soon as he hit the perfect spot, he pulled his finger out, now rubbing circles against her clit. "Let me help you, Annabeth."

"Please, Percy, I need you..." Annabeth gasped as he now pushed two fingers into her, pumping her at an agonizingly slow pace.

"What do you need?" he asked, his eyes showing that he already knew the answer.

"You Percy. I need you fucking inside of me right now!" Annabeth exclaimed, not caring how easily he was able to pull the words out of her.

As he picked up the pace, her head rolled back, his breaths shallow. "Fuck!"

However, Percy was far from done, happy to satisfy her now that he had what he wanted. Removing his fingers, he used them instead to tear off his own apron and boxers, finally releasing the erection that Annabeth had been waiting for since the kitchen.

Slowly, he rubbed her cunt, teasing circles around her entrance, before thrusting partially, shallowly into her.

"Percy..." Annabeth grumbled, once again annoyed with the cautious teasing, after having a taste of what he truly had to offer.

Thankfully, he understood and pressed deeper, filling her completely and fully, stretching her in ways that his fingers simply couldn't provide.

As he pushed on, he grabbed hold of her thighs to stabilize himself as he continued to stretch and fill her, hitting spots that only he knew. Already strung out from her previous orgasm, it took little for Annabeth to reach her edge for a second time. Very quickly, she was in the same place as she was before, completely at his mercy, the waves of passion coursing through her body as her second orgasm crested.

"Gods, Annabeth," Percy moaned as she tightened around him, alive in a bliss that only he knew how to create.

A couple more thrusts, and Percy had joined her, his warm liquid released inside of her as he copied her, gasping her name.

Pulling out and collapsing next to her, Percy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her against his strong, bare body.

"Thank you," he huskily whispered in her ear, his soft kiss sending sparks through her yet again. "For letting me in."