Chapter 6
I've never been warmer, feeling like I've been wrapped in blanket of sunshine. It might actually be the sun if I didn't hear Matthew Christiansen breathing next to me. Engulfed by his strong arms, the urge to stay here is so strong, but the bathroom calls.
Gently and quietly slipping out from Matthews sleeping arms I stand looking for a robe or something to cover up my naked body. Seeing an afghan on the back of the chair in the corner, I grab and wrap it around my shoulders. Now I'm ready for my hunt.
I head down the dark hall in search of the bathroom. The first door on the right looks promising. Maneuvering the afghan to release one arm from its confines, I turn the knob. Not the bathroom, but another bedroom, I believe. It's not the type of guest room you would expect to see in a talented doctors house. It was more of a child's room. Does Matthew have a son? Was he married, divorced or maybe a single parent. Sarah would have told me if she knew. She knew a lot about the genius doctor, but why did she not know this?
Slowly I step into the room to get a better look. There are posters on the wall and sports memorabilia throughout. On the desk there are toys, maybe the answer to the owner of the room lies there.
Star Wars figurines are scattered all around the desk in various positions. A baseball must be this boy's prized possession as it is encased in a small glass box. The small engraved plaque on the box says: 1980 World Series Champion's Philadelphia Phillies. Lots of writing on the ball can be seen but I can only make out a Pete Rose and Tug signature. This boy likes baseball or the Phillies. Suddenly I remember my bladder, and return to my bathroom search. The mystery of the little boy will have to wait.
Finally I find the bathroom on the second try. Once I relieve my bladder I go to the vanity wash my hands and stare at myself in mirror looking for something that has changed. I'm loved. That's the only thing that has changed but somehow, my eyes seem different. They are pretty for once in my life. It must be Matthew's love reflecting in the deep pools of grey. With one more contented sigh, I leave to return to his room, his bed, his arms.
When I return his arm is draped over the space I left. Was he reaching for me? The thought warms my heart. His copper locks are tousled and messing laying on the pillow that I bet smells of him. I toss the afghan back on the chair and try to slide into bed without waking my sleeping beauty.
"Morning Beautiful," didn't work, but I guess its okay. Even with hazy sleep still in his eyes, they own me. He slides toward me putting his arms around my waist. My front soon presses to his, my head resting on his chest. "I'm going to have to get to the hospital soon, do you want a shower? Maybe one together."
"Hmmm, a shower would be nice. I don't have much hot water in my apartment, so showers become cold very quickly." I nuzzle into his chest.
"Okay than," he releases me and turns to get out of bed. Standing over me looking down, with a smile that makes so tingle, "Come on slow poke, I need I shower." He rips the blankets off me, laughing he picks me up and heads to the bathroom.
I'm in fits of laughter at his actions. He's seems like a boy my age at this moment more than a man in his mid-twenties. That reminds me, I need to ask him about the little boy that occupies that other room. Thinking about it, I don't think it matters in the end if he does have a son. It won't change my feelings for him. It could be an issue for him if I can't accept his son, so I'll just accept it. He's worth it.
Matthew sets me down on vanity, and kisses my nose lightly, "Wait here beautiful, I'll get the water warm." He turns on the shower and waits for the steam to rise before returning to pick me up. "Time to clean that soft skin of yours Ella. Then you can wash him." He winks at me and places me in the shower.
The water is wonderful. I haven't had a long warm shower in a month. You forget very quickly now utterly amazing hot water is in washing away everything. It feels as if it's cleaning away all the ugly old Ella making way for the new beautiful Ella that Matthew sees. He climbs in after me and takes most of the water from the shower head. Matthew reaches for the shampoo, putting some in his hand. He washes my hair with such care, it reminds me of when my mother would wash my hair when I was little. It was the only time I felt she loved me, maybe the only time she said something about me was pretty too. I remember she would say, "Ella, we are making your hair pretty so don't cry if the soap goes in your eyes. Crying about it will only make you look ugly." I'm pulled out of my memory by Matthews hands massaging soap over my body.
"Time to rinse, than my turn." I switch places with him to get directly under the shower head. it feels wonderful again. Once all the soap is gone from me, I reach for the bar of soap Matthew put down. With it in my right hand, I start to skate it over his chest. My left hand is following along rubbing in the soap left behind. "You need to clean lower too, be gentle it's sensitive." He gives me a salacious grin. Not sure what to do, I get my hands soapy and cup him, there. I start to move my hand to cover him in soap.
"Is this ok?" I look up at Matthew though my lashes.
His head goes back to rest on the shower wall. Through his lips a puff of breath comes out with his one word, "YES." The length of him starts to grow in my hand. I assume that is good and he wants me to continue. Moving my hands to his behind ,I finish the soapy massage.
"Rinse?" I move to allow him to pass. He gets under the water, closes his eyes and removes all the soap. When his blue eyes open they look into mine with a wanting. Matthew quickly lifts me up and on to his manhood. Wrapping my legs around him, he moves so my back is on the shower wall.
Matthew moves in and out of me faster than he did the night before. The friction is reaching deep inside of me bring me to that brink again. "Scream Ella, I want to hear you come." On que I scream with him release.
After we quickly wash the evidence of our love off, we go back in the bedroom to get dressed. "I'll take you home on the way to the hospital, that okay?" I nod "You can talk to me, Ella. I've made you scream, you do know you can say other things too."
He smiles and I smile back, "Yes, thank you Matthew."
He strolls over to me wrapping his arms around me and kisses me nose. "That wasn't so bad was it?"
Smiling up at him, "No it wasn't." He leans down again to kiss me on my lips.
"Okay Beautiful, time to go." He grabs my hand leading us out and to the car.
We don't talk much in the car just smiling back and forth at each other. Every now and then Matthew sings along to the song playing on the radio. He really has a wonderful voice.
When we reach my apartment building, Matthew looks a little shocked. "You were lying were you? This isn't the nicest place in the world, that's for sure." He laughs and reaches across the seat to open my door for me. "Sorry, I'd like to stay longer, but I dont want to run late for rounds at the hospital. You understand?"
I reply, "yes" waiting for a bye kiss from the man I love. He leans over and quickly gives me a peck on the cheek. Not exactly what I wanted but he is in a hurry, maybe he doesn't want to start something that will be hard to finish.
"See you soon Beautiful." With that I give him an 'okay' and get out of the car. I watch Matthew pull away, hoping that I will see him very soon. I miss my love already.