Chapter 9
"Patrick..." she whispered turning around, not daring to look up to him. Her eyes were filling with tears while she placed her hands on his chest. "I'm sorry..." she finally mumbled leaving the bathroom.
Patrick watched her leaving. He couldn't understand. He had her. He had her and now she left again. Did he do something wrong? He rubbed his hands over his face, then he placed them on each side of the sink and looked into the mirror. He shook his head - this woman was driving him crazy. But he loved her, he loved her so much she would never understand. So he had to fight. He had to fight for her. He had to prove her. He had to erase any kind of doubt from her head. The only thing he didn't know was... she had never doubted him. She was doubting herself.
She left the bathroom. She couldn't think straight. All her thoughts were mixed inside her head. Her questions. Chris' sharp words. They were all echoing "Does he really love me?" "He doesn't. He didn't. He never will." "Am I really not good enough for him?" "You'll never be good enough for him." She just couldn't take it anymore. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands and tears streaming down her face. She couldn't sob. She couldn't yell. The tears were just flowing down and she couldn't stop them.
After a few minutes he decided to get out of there. He had to explain her. He needed to explain her how he saw things, but first he needs to understand what happened there. He needs to know if he's done something wrong. He needs to know if she loves him at least one bit.
"Ellen..." he whispered walking towards her. She was just sitting there like a statue. Only her shoulders moved from time to time to show that she was breathing. He kneeled in front of her and lifted up her chin seeing her tears. He wiped them off with his thumbs.
"Ellen, honey, stop crying, please. What happened? Have I done something wrong? Have I ever done something wrong to you? Please tell me what's wrong because I can't take this not knowing anymore. Please, honey. Please..." he whispered softly, looking into her eyes.
"I- I can't, Patrick... Just- What do you want?" she asked gently.
"What do you mean what do I want?" he said looking at her confused.
"I mean exactly what I asked..." she shook her head. "What do you want? What are you seeking for with me? Why me? I'm not good enough for you... I'll never be good enough for you, so why me?" she asked sadly.
"Ellen, how can you say something like that?" he gasped. It broke his heart to see how insecure she really was. "You are perfect for me. You're what I've been looking for all my life. You're the love of my life. And what do I want? I want you. I want you." He said crawling in bed and spooning her closer to him so that they were now lying there, her - covered in his embrace and him – breathing her in. "For worse or for better." He continued, "And if I have to I'd wait for you to be ready as long as you want me to, because I love you so much you could never understand. I love you. I really do love you and it feels so good to say it out loud." He pecked a soft kiss on her cheek as if to seal the words he just said.
"I would do anything to show you, to make you feel my love."
She turned around and looked at him with sparkling eyes. She couldn't believe he just said that. It all felt surreal. It all felt too good to be true. But for the first time she wasn't backing up. She was going straight forward. She was taking this chance.
"I- I love you too. I love you so much." She said placing her hands over his cheeks. "I love you so much..." she whispered again as for herself and leaned towards him, placing a deep, passionate kiss on his lips.
He placed his hand on her neck and pulled her closer never breaking the kiss. He was now covering her petite body with his. His hands went up stroking her hair while hers moved down to the back of his neck and then to his chest. One move and she was now on top of him, straddling his body with hers, feeling him getting harder and harder with every touch. She liked being in control, especially after all that's happened, she really enjoyed it. She pulled back staring into the sea of blue that was in front of her. She was so happy to finally be able to do this and she could tell, he was too.
She leaned next to his ear and whispered "Make love to me, Patrick". She then bit his ear lobe softly and left a trail of kisses down his neck before she went up to his lips again.
His hands travelled down to her shoulders and uncovered them, placing soft kisses on each of them working his way to her neck, making her lose all control, making her lose her mind. She was feeling ecstatic. She couldn't move a limb because of the sex haze he induced. His hands moved down her shoulders, around her delicate breasts, and to her hips, reaching for the hem of her blouse. He looked her in the eye for a second to be sure that's what she wanted and after he received an affirmative nod from her, he slowly lifted it and threw it somewhere on the floor, revealing her silky, dainty skin and her bouncy, bare bosom. He then bent over and begun ravaging her body with his mouth.
One of her hands was entangled in his curls, pulling and stroking them gently, while her other one was seizing for the hem of his pajama blouse, trying desperately to pull it off him, for her body needed closeness. She needed to feel the touch of his bare skin over hers. As she found the hem, her other hand was dislodged from his hair and found its way to the border. She clenched her hands and tried to yank it off of him, but her hands begun to slouch as his mouth reached a soft spot right above her pajama pants. He placed a hand on each side of her body and pulled himself up to remove his blouse which flew immediately somewhere in the room.
His lips, then, came back to their former journey caressing softly her navel whilst her hands went back to being tangled in his curls.
His hands graciously roamed over her hips and finally finding the waistband of her pants, he slowly slipped his fingers into them pulling them sluggishly off her hips along with her panties.
She was now lying onto the queen size bed, breathing heavily, waiting in anticipation for his next move. His mouth, moving closer to her slit, was making her tremble in pleasure like a frightened deer. His lips met her soft skin. His tongue worked its way along her clit, slowly beginning to flutter, causing her to moan faintly, engrossed in satisfaction. He, then, inserted two fingers into her crevice and begun pumping, bringing her closer to climax.
"Paddy, please... I- ah! - I need you" she managed to whimper between moans, trying to reach his pants and rip them off him.
He complied and moved up to kiss her, removing his pants at the same time.
"Well, hello there!" she said giggling, as she looked down to see his manhood between her thighs teasing her. She untangled one hand from his curls and entwined her slender fingers around his penis stroking him and spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive tip. Following on, she slipped it into her core, earning a strong, full of pleasure groan of from him. He, then, took her free hand, placed it above her head and intertwined his fingers into hers, while his other hand was supporting him above her. He was thrusting slowly as if not to hurt her, but to fulfill her, to satisfy her. He wanted her to feel protected, to feel his entire love within every pulse.
As her orgasm was approaching he felt her walls clench around his shaft, making it harder to push leisurely.
"Oh- God, Ellen, you're so tight, baby!" he grunted huskily.
"You- Oh my God! Ah!" she moaned as her climax took over, dragging her on cloud nine. Her cum squirted over his manhood having the same effect as lube, making him glide faster into her core.
"Ellen, Oh my God!" he groaned as he came, spurting his sperm all over her walls. He stood like that, on top of her, for a while, then, he rolled over, on the other side of the bed, pulling himself out of her.
She turned on her side and looked at him. He turned his head towards her and watched her. She was perfect. For him, she was the most perfect woman he's ever met. He wanted to tell her that. But words mean nothing. He had to prove it to her. Words meant nothing anymore. She's been hurt before. He didn't want to do it again. He moved her closer to him and placed her head onto his chest.
"Do you hear that?" he asked her in a whisper, referring to his heart beats.
"Yes," she answered simply.
"That's the sound of my heart, beating for you... Only for you." He explained her, pecking a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you," he added. So simple. Such simple words. Such a simple way of saying it; but to her... to her, it meant a lot more. It meant that he was always going to be there for her. That he was true. He was sincere.
"I love you, too." She whispered, pecking a delicate kiss on his sweaty chest and closed her eyes.
She wrapped her legs around his and intertwined her fingers into his, hugging him tightly with her whole body.
*AN: Okay, so these were all the chapters I had banked. I'm working on the 10th right now but I can't promise anything because my finals are approaching and, well, I need good grades, haha. I hope I'll be able to write after my finals, but again, I can only promise that I'll write during my winter break! :D
