Chapter 5

Matthew gently leads down a short walkway to the front door of his house. Only when we reach the front door does he drop my hand to unlock the door and usher me in. "I know its not much, but its home." He smiles at me as he watches me looking around.

"No its really nice. Nicer than I'm use to. My apartment is an old box compared." I shyly smile but then quickly turn my head away. I so quickly can get lost in those eyes. They hold a spell over me. I will never be able to tell him the truth as long as I'm under their spell.

Matthew chuckles quickly, "Should we eat? I had some food delivered before I picked you up. I wasn't sure what you liked so I apologize that's it's just a simple Chicken Piccata and salad from Martino's. Although they do make the best piccata around." He grabs my hand again to lead me to the dinning room.

He has set up a very romantic table. Dark linens, candles and gentle background music. I believe its classical but I'm not sure the song sounds familiar. My thoughts of the song are quickly replaced as I see Matthew reach into his back pocket of his jeans. I am mesmerized by his beautiful long fingers as he strikes a match to light the two tapered candles. He turns to give me a smile that I haven't seen yet. There is something behind his eyes that is a little more sinster than before. He reaches for my waist and pulls me in to him. "Wow, I can't explain this pull you have. There is something about your beautiful grey eyes that has me under a spell." Didn't I just say that?

He is looking into my eyes only inches from my face. "What are you thinking?"

"Um this song. It sounds familiar, but I don't know it."

He smiles at me his with his arms still around my waist. "Minuet in G major by Bach. You probably know the version by The Toys." He stares into my eyes and starts softly singing. "oh see there beyond the hill the bright colors of the rainbow some magic from above made this day for us just to fall in love." He stopped and kissed me so deeply, that I could swear my feet left the ground.

Pulling away to catch my breath, "You sing beautifully." Crap, I'm getting distracted I need to tell him the truth. "Matthew?" swallowing the lump in my throat. "I have to tell you the truth. I'm.."

"I already know." He knows? Just like Sarah. I'm a terrible liar, the truth is written all over my face. I can't fool anyone. But he still kissed me again. He knows I'm 16 and he doesn't care. Well I'm almost 17 so I guess it's not that big of deal. Its only like ten years difference. When he's 50 and I'm 40 it won't matter at all.

"You know and it doesn't matter?"

"Ella, even if it did I don't think I could stay away for you. Though it does make it easier on my career that you aren't a student. It's not really ethical for staff of the university to date a student." He smiles and takes my lips again for a quick kiss. "Lets eat before its cold."

We sit down and enjoy the meal Matthew worked so hard on... getting delivered. Its so amazingly good, it feels like I haven't eaten in months. Now that I think about it I really haven't had much money to eat like this since I ran away. Pasta and soup is all I can afford on my little bit of money.

We talk about everything. Matthew tells me about when he was 10, how he was so bored in grade school that he pestered his parents he wanted to go to college right away. They finally relented and had him tested. As it turned out he was several years ahead, so they immediately put him in high school classes. A few years after he got into Michigan and decided to study the brain. He wanted to understand why his brain worked faster than the average person. It was fascinating to learn that he said his first words at five months old. Started writing his name at about a year of age. He laughed at remembering something his dad always says, "You can't do anything in front of the boy cause he learns so quickly. One night with one too many drinks and the next thing I know he's potty trained and the wife's prized rose garden is dead."

When he asked me what really brought me to Ann Arbor, I wanted to tell him the truth but wasn't ready for everything. "My mother's husband wasn't that nice to me. It was time for me to leave. So I got on a bus, picked the first place that looked like a Rockwell painting and here I am."

He got up from his chair, walked around the table and extended his hand to me. Standing up he quickly pulled me into a comforting hug. "I'm so glad you got off the bus here. I beautiful place needs a beautiful woman like you." Looking up into his eyes, I believed every word he said. How could I love a man so quickly, but I did. I love Matthew Christiansen. I love him for making me feel beautiful. I love him for making me feel safe. I loved him for the future I saw with me by his side. I love him and nothing will ever break my love.

"I want you Ella, I want to caress you. Please let me." There was a pleading look in those eyes. Whatever he wanted I would happily do.

"Yes." He quickly sweeps my legs up and cradled me in his arms, kissing my lips with fervor. Before I know it he is gently placing me on his bed.

He stands to gaze down at me, "My god your beautiful. Have you ever done this before?" I shake my head no. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you." He slowly unbuttons his shirt and throws it on a chair in the corner. My goodness, he is strong. He has a tickling of hair on his chest and a line of it pointing to what lies under his jeans.

He sits down next to me on the bed and places his hand on my hips. This long fingers splay across my torso finding my breasts. They slowly meeting in the middle to work on the buttons of my blouse. He slips his hands under the fabric, across my breasts again to my shoulders. My shirt falls off my shoulders and quickly thrown to the chair as well. His tongue is now on my lips. He runs it down my chin to my neck and between my breasts. The move is completely distracting me from his hands working on removing my pants.

He stops to stare at the newly exposed skin. Matthew's eyes are burning my skin right off. His breathing deepens as he unclasps my bra and removes my panties. "Oh God Ella. I want to explore every inch of you. But first I need to feel you around me." He removes his jeans and boxers so quick I don't have time to process his next move.

His body is covering mine, his eyes locked on mine, "Don't hold your breathe. Relax baby." His lips are on mine and a split second I feel his hand down there inside me. He circles his tongue matching the movement of his fingers. I'm lost in him, my brain no longer thinking, my voice no longer exists, all I am is under his control. He removes his hand and replaces his with his length. With a long exhale he sinks into me. The feeling is foreign, overwhelming, filling all the emptiness in my soul. He moves in and out slowly, painfully. I want him to stay inside me make me feel complete, but I want him to move. Never stop moving. The feelings inside me are growing stronger with each thrust. Before I know it the emotions are so strong I think they are going to explode. Fearing the explosion will be too much I clinch my insides to gain some control.

"Oh god Ella, do that again, I'm going to come." I react insistently to his words and clinch again. I feel a warmth filling me again. I can't hold it all inside I scream out as tears flow from my eyes. Holding tight to Matthew, I feel him relax in my arms.

He picks his head up to kiss me again as he pulls out of me. "Ella, You're crying? Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head no, "I'm fine, you were fine. It was just so overwhelming. I didn't know it would feel that good." I smile at him and raise me eye brows, "Can we did it again?"

He laughs, "Yes, baby. I want to learn every inch of your body, but you have to give me a couple minutes to catch my breath first."

So before there is comments about a 27 year old man deflowering a 16 year old girl... I know I know. It doesn't sit right with me but it has to happen to give us Christian and to fit into the path I'm planning with this story. You'll see what I mean in a few chapters, stick with me. :) Mandi