Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ School of Love ❯ Chapter Forty Five ( Chapter 45 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
"I know this. I just want to make certain that the wall is done properly."
"Are you scared that someone is going to blow up a thick brick wall?" she smirked.
"What? Haven't you ever heard of the IRA? Ireland has it's terrorist to," he muttered defensively.
"And why would that mess with me? I'm American and I live far from those who are important."
"Hey, I happen to consider myself to be very important. Thank you very much."
Leia laughed.
Patrick frowned. Crossing his arms, he pretended to be hurt.
"Oh please!"
Patrick reached out and slowly pulled her against his chest. "Are you happy?"
Leia stiffened. "Yes."
He felt her stiffen but he still didn't let her go. "I'm glad."
Slowly she pulled from him. "Um...dinner?"
He frowned when she pulled away, but he didn't say anything about it. "Yes. I think I could use a bite to eat."
Nodding all of them walked to the dining table and started to.
"So...." Patrick was trying to break the awkward silence at the table which was thick enough to choke on.
Gabe looked up. "Yeah..."
"How is school?"
"It's school."
"I see." With that the conversation dulled back into the silence.
"I decided to become a cook."
Patrick looked up at Rio with interest when he said this. "Did ye now? What about all the hard work put into school? A cook really doesn't need to know the square root of pi or whatever it is that you've been working on."
"I've thought about it. And yes, I love to study and do my school work...but I love it more when I make a new dish. Leia has been the best test subject and I really feel like it's something I want to do," he said as she pushed at his food.
"That's so great!" Gabe said happily. "You're mother will be so happy!" Rio beamed. "I still want to be an actor."
"You change your mind every month," Leia said rolling her eyes.
"Well, at least I'm going to school."
"You're such a girl, Gabe," Patrick said with a laugh. "But I think that you would both do well in whatever career path you choose."
Leia tapped her glass and the maid filled it. "I was thinking of getting home schooled..."
Rio and Gabe turned to her in interest.
"Home schooling can be...beneficial with the right teacher," he mused softly. "Though at your age it would mean very little unless you had some notion as to what you want to do with your life."
"I'm going to take over my father's business."
There was a pause as Patrick registered this. "So he's leaving you as his successor after his death?"
"He doesn't have a choice. He has no heir and rightfully it's mine. I have a contract."
"He can always cut you out of a contract. Businesses change hands like money everyday."
"My mother set it up before her death. He wanted a divorce and she wouldn't sign the papers unless he signed a contract making me his heir in the event of his death or when he reaches the age of fifty. My mother wasn't stupid. She knew my father well.”
"And just how old is your father now?"
"Forty five."
"So you have five years to get ready to take over a multimillion dollar corporation."
"Something like that," she shrugged.
"Well, that's going to be an interesting experience."
"Should be, but my father doesn't want to watch the company go under so I will have the best advisors," she said and pushed her plate away. "I'm going to bed now. I'm tired."
"I'll go with you," he said, pushing himself from the table.
"I...think it's best if we stick to our own rooms," she said as she stood. Rio and Gabe slowly looked from one to the other.
"I didn't intend to sleep with you. Just to walk with you to your room to tell you goodnight."
She nodded. "Alright," she whispered and started upstairs.
Patrick followed after her. Opening the door, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her inside.
Leia turned to him as she stepped in her room. She felt like she was one of those girls saying goodnight to her date at the end of the night while standing in her parents' doorway. "Thank you again for the vases."
"They belong to you. It was only right." His hand reached out to gently caress her face. "A goodnight kiss?"
She nodded and closed her eyes then slowly leaned in.
Patrick's lips found hers, massaging them gently, tenderly, knowing just which places to apply pressure to.
Leia moved in closer to him and moved her hands down his sides. After a few moments, she stepped back and took a deep breath. "Goodnight."
He swallowed hard and nodded, moving back he found that a particularly sensitive part of him was pressing hard against his pants. "Goodnight."
Slowly, Leia closed her door and changed for bed. Ten minutes later, she crawled into bed.
"That girl is going to drive me crazy," he muttered upon laying down on his bed and undoing his pants.
Leia tossed in her bed for a long time. She always ended up with Gabe in the morning, but tonight...something pressed in her mind. Sitting up from her bed, she looked at the door. Her lips tightened as she decided to go through with her plan. The best way to get rid of unwanted memories was to replace them with memories of something better.
She got out of bed and walked to her door. Going down the hall she stopped outside Patrick’s door. Her hand raised to knock, but suddenly stopped as if she was having second thoughts.
Patrick's hand stroked himself. He was taking great pains to enjoy himself while thoughts filled his mind. Nice images which made his hands move faster.
Leia paced outside his door for at least five to seven minutes before she finally got the nerve to knock.
Patrick nearly jumped when he heard a knock on his door. Grabbing a pillow, he covered himself. "Yes?"
Slowly Leia opened his door while she fisted her silk short night gown.
Patrick's eyes widened when he saw her. His cheeks turned red as he shifted uncomfortably, his pants and boxers off, only his shirt remained. "Leia..is...everything okay?"
Her eyes looked from the floor where his boxers and jeans were to the pillow on his lap. "I can come back later."
"N-no. You don't have to." He swallowed hard, shifting on the bed to give her some place to sit.
Moving slow, she closed the door and sat on the bed at the end. Why was she so nervous? She felt like this was the first time she had even came to a boy’s room before. Was it because everything that had happened with Vince? Everything was feeling so...fresh.
"So, is...everything okay?" It was really hard to think with the growing pain in his crotch. Blue balls sucked.
"Yes," she whispered. Reaching over, she pulled the pillow from him.
He quickly shifted, his throbbing cock wet from the precum and aching. His eyes followed hers watching how she looked at it.
"Make...love to me...."
"You asked me to touch your thigh and you weren't ready for it. Do you really think you'll be ready for this?"
That was three days ago...this was now. And she wanted to move on desperately. She nodded as she sat so far from him.
Patrick took a deep breath. Taking her hand, he moved it to his thigh and finally to his hard cock. He wanted her to remember just what it was that she was asking for. Her breathing picked up as her hand rested on his cock. Her eyes were locked on it but her hand didn't move.
"If you want it. You control the pace."
Couldn't he just make love to her like the guys did to those girls in those romance novels? Then again, she didn't think he was very romantic. He didn't do much romantic things. Her hand hesitated. Maybe...she wasn't ready for this... Slowly, her hand pulled back and she moved back to her original spot on the bed then handed him the pillow.
"You see," he whispered with a sad smile. Covering himself up, he reached over and caressed her cheek. Leaning forward he kissed her sweetly on the lips. "I want to make love to you, but only when your heart is ready for my love."
"I am ready for it."
"You say that, but you flinch at my touch." Even as he said this he was slowly kissing her neck more tenderly. He slipped a hand beneath the pillow, letting it fall to the ground while he stroked himself to keep himself hard and to relieve the pain.
"I'm not flinching...." she whispered as her eyes closed.
His hand slid down to her thigh, rubbing her flesh slowly while working higher up on her. Leia fisted her hands on the sheet below her. She leaned her head against his shoulder taking in his scent to remind her that this was Patrick and no one else. His fingers played with her inner thigh, guiding her legs apart as he started to apply pressure to her panties. She bit her lip and moved her hands to his shirt. Slowly, she started lifting it over his head. He moved while her hands took his shirt off. His fingers went back to her panties while he rubbed her, a finger sliding past the fabric and pushing into her. She took a long deep breath and her eyes opened. She wanted him to talk to her. To talk about anything. She just wanted to hear his voice. But talking at a time like this...it was just a little odd.
"Lay back," he whispered, smiling in an attempt to keep the mood light. "Tell me how it feels. What you'd like me to do. How fast or slow you would like me to go." Last time she'd wanted him to talk. It was only reasonable to do so now.
She laid back but kept her eyes on him. "Take...my night gown off...."
He nodded. His hands slid up her thighs, slowly urging the thin fabric over her breasts and finally off of her. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her nearly naked form. It had been so long.
Her skin felt hot under his eyes. "Don't stare so much...it makes me feel like...it just makes me feel odd."
"Sorry. It's just...been a long time since I've gotten to see you beneath me like this." His hand slid down between her breasts, his thumb flicking her nipples while moving between her legs.
She blushed. "Oh..."
His cock ached at the sight of her. Rubbing her between her legs, he took great pleasure simply in stroking her, his fingers pushing into her through her underwear. Leia moved her hands to his chest. Moving one hand to the back of his head, she lightly pulled him down to meet her lips. After a few moments, she broke the kiss and turned her head to the side as her eyes kept closed. His fingers pushed past the fabric. Two fingers slid into her, curling inside of her, gently teasing and spreading her to prepare her for his entrance. It was hard not to push himself into her immediately. He was already on the brink of cumming.
"Condom?"
"I thought that you were on the pill."
She faced him. "I stopped taking it after...the event..." She really didn't think she would even allow anyone to touch her again.
"Oh... Okay, then I should still have some in a drawer." He said that, though he didn't move for them. He wasn't certain he was going to even get inside her tonight. He slid his fingers back and forth in her, curling and spreading her while his thumb teased her clit. He was trying to get her to relax and enjoy it.
She nodded slowly and let her head lay back again. Closing her eyes, she kept her hands on his chest. It took a moment, but finally she was loosening up. His fingers were starting to feel good in her and she fisted her hands on him. Hesitating, he moved down, his lips pressing against her stomach and thighs. He slowly started to push her panties aside, his lips and tongue sucking on her wet lips. Her back arched and her hands moved to his hair. Yes, this was Patrick. He always took such care into pleasing her. That was something Vince really didn't care much about. Pushing her panties aside, he spread her legs to let his face get in closer. His tongue slid over her, pushing inside of her while she sucked and teased her. His fingers danced about, pushing and curling around the parts of her he could reach. Leia moaned lightly. She was close. Her breathing picked up and she pushed at his head towards her more.
He smiled into her hot core, his breath picking up as she pushed him. Yes. This was more like it. He sucked harder, his tongue curling inside her. It had been so long, he enjoyed this more than he should. Her back arched again and she moaned louder as she came. He sucked up her juices, swallowing all that he could while he let the rest drip down his face. This was right. It felt right. Looking up at her from her soaked crotch, his eyes found hers. Curious what was going on in her mind.
Her hand dropped back to the bed as she calmed herself back to reality. Her body felt so hot. Yes, this is what it was suppose to feel like. Not quick, painful, and emotionless. "Say something," she urged.
His tongue ran over her lips. "You're sort of like a slurpee."
She blushed. "Ok...don't say anything."
He chuckled as he kissed her wet lips. Giving them one last good suck, he looked up at her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded.
"Do you think that you could handle me being inside you?"
Again she nodded.
He spread her legs as he moved up on her. His cock rubbed against her, teasing her entrance as he reached over to his drawer to grab a condom.
She sat up on her elbows. "I hope those aren't the same ones as the ones we bought in America."
"No. These are bigger and 'ribbed for your pleasure'," he said as he read the box. "With special lube."
"What's so special about the lube?"
"I don't know. It's suppose to be sensual."
Nodding, she laid back down again. Her heart hurt while it pounded against her. He worked the condom onto him, squirming slightly into it. Pushing her legs, his hand rubbed her clit while he popped his cock into her. Leia stiffened like a board as he pushed into her. She reminded herself to keep her eyes on his face if she had any doubt or any hesitation. His cock slid into her, moving steadily deeper and deeper while watching her face.
"Hold me..." she whispered. Did that just come out? Since when was she so mushy? Or ever ask to be held.
To say that he was shocked was an understatement. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her, protectively holding her and effectively moving himself all the way into her. Leia brought her legs up a bit to get more comfortable. She moved her hands over his back while taking in more of his scent. She was so happy it was him. She was so happy he was with her. She was so happy he didn't choose Lilith and so happy that he loved her. She didn't realize that she was crying until he started to move inside her.
Patrick's pace was slow, geared toward her release. It wasn't until he looked down that he realized that tears were falling down her cheeks. His lips pressed againstof her cheeks. "You're crying...?"
"Don't get the wrong empression...don't stop," she said under her tears.
Not that he was going to. His cock ached for her. Her tight walls hugging him with each thrust. "Why are you crying?"
She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. "I'm happy."
She was crying because she was happy? That was good...but definitely un Leia like. "Happy about what?" He pulled at her hips, pushing himself upward, a soft groan escaping his lips.
"Just...make love to me, ok?"
He smiled. He would get his answer, but the fact that she wanted him trumped everything else. He nodded, his cock moving faster inside of her. With everything that was going on he could feel himself already building. She hugged him tighter while wiping her tears on his chest and moaning softly into him. Patrick whimpered and groaned, both of which soon turned into sweet moans as he came, filling his condom with his seed.
Leia ran her hands down him lovingly. She kissed his shoulder then neck. "I want to stay here tonight."
"Of course. It is your house after all," he smirked against her. This was Leia. His Leia.
She nodded.
Nuzzling her neck, he slowly and gently pulled out of her before laying beside her. She curled next to him and laid half on his chest. Keeping his arms wrapped protectively around her, he found that sleep was already starting to come to him. Perhaps he could sleep well this night. Leia instantly fell asleep in his arms. She had hoped that he wouldn't bring up the tears in the morning, but nothing was for certain.
"Are you scared that someone is going to blow up a thick brick wall?" she smirked.
"What? Haven't you ever heard of the IRA? Ireland has it's terrorist to," he muttered defensively.
"And why would that mess with me? I'm American and I live far from those who are important."
"Hey, I happen to consider myself to be very important. Thank you very much."
Leia laughed.
Patrick frowned. Crossing his arms, he pretended to be hurt.
"Oh please!"
Patrick reached out and slowly pulled her against his chest. "Are you happy?"
Leia stiffened. "Yes."
He felt her stiffen but he still didn't let her go. "I'm glad."
Slowly she pulled from him. "Um...dinner?"
He frowned when she pulled away, but he didn't say anything about it. "Yes. I think I could use a bite to eat."
Nodding all of them walked to the dining table and started to.
"So...." Patrick was trying to break the awkward silence at the table which was thick enough to choke on.
Gabe looked up. "Yeah..."
"How is school?"
"It's school."
"I see." With that the conversation dulled back into the silence.
"I decided to become a cook."
Patrick looked up at Rio with interest when he said this. "Did ye now? What about all the hard work put into school? A cook really doesn't need to know the square root of pi or whatever it is that you've been working on."
"I've thought about it. And yes, I love to study and do my school work...but I love it more when I make a new dish. Leia has been the best test subject and I really feel like it's something I want to do," he said as she pushed at his food.
"That's so great!" Gabe said happily. "You're mother will be so happy!" Rio beamed. "I still want to be an actor."
"You change your mind every month," Leia said rolling her eyes.
"Well, at least I'm going to school."
"You're such a girl, Gabe," Patrick said with a laugh. "But I think that you would both do well in whatever career path you choose."
Leia tapped her glass and the maid filled it. "I was thinking of getting home schooled..."
Rio and Gabe turned to her in interest.
"Home schooling can be...beneficial with the right teacher," he mused softly. "Though at your age it would mean very little unless you had some notion as to what you want to do with your life."
"I'm going to take over my father's business."
There was a pause as Patrick registered this. "So he's leaving you as his successor after his death?"
"He doesn't have a choice. He has no heir and rightfully it's mine. I have a contract."
"He can always cut you out of a contract. Businesses change hands like money everyday."
"My mother set it up before her death. He wanted a divorce and she wouldn't sign the papers unless he signed a contract making me his heir in the event of his death or when he reaches the age of fifty. My mother wasn't stupid. She knew my father well.”
"And just how old is your father now?"
"Forty five."
"So you have five years to get ready to take over a multimillion dollar corporation."
"Something like that," she shrugged.
"Well, that's going to be an interesting experience."
"Should be, but my father doesn't want to watch the company go under so I will have the best advisors," she said and pushed her plate away. "I'm going to bed now. I'm tired."
"I'll go with you," he said, pushing himself from the table.
"I...think it's best if we stick to our own rooms," she said as she stood. Rio and Gabe slowly looked from one to the other.
"I didn't intend to sleep with you. Just to walk with you to your room to tell you goodnight."
She nodded. "Alright," she whispered and started upstairs.
Patrick followed after her. Opening the door, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her inside.
Leia turned to him as she stepped in her room. She felt like she was one of those girls saying goodnight to her date at the end of the night while standing in her parents' doorway. "Thank you again for the vases."
"They belong to you. It was only right." His hand reached out to gently caress her face. "A goodnight kiss?"
She nodded and closed her eyes then slowly leaned in.
Patrick's lips found hers, massaging them gently, tenderly, knowing just which places to apply pressure to.
Leia moved in closer to him and moved her hands down his sides. After a few moments, she stepped back and took a deep breath. "Goodnight."
He swallowed hard and nodded, moving back he found that a particularly sensitive part of him was pressing hard against his pants. "Goodnight."
Slowly, Leia closed her door and changed for bed. Ten minutes later, she crawled into bed.
"That girl is going to drive me crazy," he muttered upon laying down on his bed and undoing his pants.
Leia tossed in her bed for a long time. She always ended up with Gabe in the morning, but tonight...something pressed in her mind. Sitting up from her bed, she looked at the door. Her lips tightened as she decided to go through with her plan. The best way to get rid of unwanted memories was to replace them with memories of something better.
She got out of bed and walked to her door. Going down the hall she stopped outside Patrick’s door. Her hand raised to knock, but suddenly stopped as if she was having second thoughts.
Patrick's hand stroked himself. He was taking great pains to enjoy himself while thoughts filled his mind. Nice images which made his hands move faster.
Leia paced outside his door for at least five to seven minutes before she finally got the nerve to knock.
Patrick nearly jumped when he heard a knock on his door. Grabbing a pillow, he covered himself. "Yes?"
Slowly Leia opened his door while she fisted her silk short night gown.
Patrick's eyes widened when he saw her. His cheeks turned red as he shifted uncomfortably, his pants and boxers off, only his shirt remained. "Leia..is...everything okay?"
Her eyes looked from the floor where his boxers and jeans were to the pillow on his lap. "I can come back later."
"N-no. You don't have to." He swallowed hard, shifting on the bed to give her some place to sit.
Moving slow, she closed the door and sat on the bed at the end. Why was she so nervous? She felt like this was the first time she had even came to a boy’s room before. Was it because everything that had happened with Vince? Everything was feeling so...fresh.
"So, is...everything okay?" It was really hard to think with the growing pain in his crotch. Blue balls sucked.
"Yes," she whispered. Reaching over, she pulled the pillow from him.
He quickly shifted, his throbbing cock wet from the precum and aching. His eyes followed hers watching how she looked at it.
"Make...love to me...."
"You asked me to touch your thigh and you weren't ready for it. Do you really think you'll be ready for this?"
That was three days ago...this was now. And she wanted to move on desperately. She nodded as she sat so far from him.
Patrick took a deep breath. Taking her hand, he moved it to his thigh and finally to his hard cock. He wanted her to remember just what it was that she was asking for. Her breathing picked up as her hand rested on his cock. Her eyes were locked on it but her hand didn't move.
"If you want it. You control the pace."
Couldn't he just make love to her like the guys did to those girls in those romance novels? Then again, she didn't think he was very romantic. He didn't do much romantic things. Her hand hesitated. Maybe...she wasn't ready for this... Slowly, her hand pulled back and she moved back to her original spot on the bed then handed him the pillow.
"You see," he whispered with a sad smile. Covering himself up, he reached over and caressed her cheek. Leaning forward he kissed her sweetly on the lips. "I want to make love to you, but only when your heart is ready for my love."
"I am ready for it."
"You say that, but you flinch at my touch." Even as he said this he was slowly kissing her neck more tenderly. He slipped a hand beneath the pillow, letting it fall to the ground while he stroked himself to keep himself hard and to relieve the pain.
"I'm not flinching...." she whispered as her eyes closed.
His hand slid down to her thigh, rubbing her flesh slowly while working higher up on her. Leia fisted her hands on the sheet below her. She leaned her head against his shoulder taking in his scent to remind her that this was Patrick and no one else. His fingers played with her inner thigh, guiding her legs apart as he started to apply pressure to her panties. She bit her lip and moved her hands to his shirt. Slowly, she started lifting it over his head. He moved while her hands took his shirt off. His fingers went back to her panties while he rubbed her, a finger sliding past the fabric and pushing into her. She took a long deep breath and her eyes opened. She wanted him to talk to her. To talk about anything. She just wanted to hear his voice. But talking at a time like this...it was just a little odd.
"Lay back," he whispered, smiling in an attempt to keep the mood light. "Tell me how it feels. What you'd like me to do. How fast or slow you would like me to go." Last time she'd wanted him to talk. It was only reasonable to do so now.
She laid back but kept her eyes on him. "Take...my night gown off...."
He nodded. His hands slid up her thighs, slowly urging the thin fabric over her breasts and finally off of her. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her nearly naked form. It had been so long.
Her skin felt hot under his eyes. "Don't stare so much...it makes me feel like...it just makes me feel odd."
"Sorry. It's just...been a long time since I've gotten to see you beneath me like this." His hand slid down between her breasts, his thumb flicking her nipples while moving between her legs.
She blushed. "Oh..."
His cock ached at the sight of her. Rubbing her between her legs, he took great pleasure simply in stroking her, his fingers pushing into her through her underwear. Leia moved her hands to his chest. Moving one hand to the back of his head, she lightly pulled him down to meet her lips. After a few moments, she broke the kiss and turned her head to the side as her eyes kept closed. His fingers pushed past the fabric. Two fingers slid into her, curling inside of her, gently teasing and spreading her to prepare her for his entrance. It was hard not to push himself into her immediately. He was already on the brink of cumming.
"Condom?"
"I thought that you were on the pill."
She faced him. "I stopped taking it after...the event..." She really didn't think she would even allow anyone to touch her again.
"Oh... Okay, then I should still have some in a drawer." He said that, though he didn't move for them. He wasn't certain he was going to even get inside her tonight. He slid his fingers back and forth in her, curling and spreading her while his thumb teased her clit. He was trying to get her to relax and enjoy it.
She nodded slowly and let her head lay back again. Closing her eyes, she kept her hands on his chest. It took a moment, but finally she was loosening up. His fingers were starting to feel good in her and she fisted her hands on him. Hesitating, he moved down, his lips pressing against her stomach and thighs. He slowly started to push her panties aside, his lips and tongue sucking on her wet lips. Her back arched and her hands moved to his hair. Yes, this was Patrick. He always took such care into pleasing her. That was something Vince really didn't care much about. Pushing her panties aside, he spread her legs to let his face get in closer. His tongue slid over her, pushing inside of her while she sucked and teased her. His fingers danced about, pushing and curling around the parts of her he could reach. Leia moaned lightly. She was close. Her breathing picked up and she pushed at his head towards her more.
He smiled into her hot core, his breath picking up as she pushed him. Yes. This was more like it. He sucked harder, his tongue curling inside her. It had been so long, he enjoyed this more than he should. Her back arched again and she moaned louder as she came. He sucked up her juices, swallowing all that he could while he let the rest drip down his face. This was right. It felt right. Looking up at her from her soaked crotch, his eyes found hers. Curious what was going on in her mind.
Her hand dropped back to the bed as she calmed herself back to reality. Her body felt so hot. Yes, this is what it was suppose to feel like. Not quick, painful, and emotionless. "Say something," she urged.
His tongue ran over her lips. "You're sort of like a slurpee."
She blushed. "Ok...don't say anything."
He chuckled as he kissed her wet lips. Giving them one last good suck, he looked up at her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded.
"Do you think that you could handle me being inside you?"
Again she nodded.
He spread her legs as he moved up on her. His cock rubbed against her, teasing her entrance as he reached over to his drawer to grab a condom.
She sat up on her elbows. "I hope those aren't the same ones as the ones we bought in America."
"No. These are bigger and 'ribbed for your pleasure'," he said as he read the box. "With special lube."
"What's so special about the lube?"
"I don't know. It's suppose to be sensual."
Nodding, she laid back down again. Her heart hurt while it pounded against her. He worked the condom onto him, squirming slightly into it. Pushing her legs, his hand rubbed her clit while he popped his cock into her. Leia stiffened like a board as he pushed into her. She reminded herself to keep her eyes on his face if she had any doubt or any hesitation. His cock slid into her, moving steadily deeper and deeper while watching her face.
"Hold me..." she whispered. Did that just come out? Since when was she so mushy? Or ever ask to be held.
To say that he was shocked was an understatement. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her, protectively holding her and effectively moving himself all the way into her. Leia brought her legs up a bit to get more comfortable. She moved her hands over his back while taking in more of his scent. She was so happy it was him. She was so happy he was with her. She was so happy he didn't choose Lilith and so happy that he loved her. She didn't realize that she was crying until he started to move inside her.
Patrick's pace was slow, geared toward her release. It wasn't until he looked down that he realized that tears were falling down her cheeks. His lips pressed againstof her cheeks. "You're crying...?"
"Don't get the wrong empression...don't stop," she said under her tears.
Not that he was going to. His cock ached for her. Her tight walls hugging him with each thrust. "Why are you crying?"
She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. "I'm happy."
She was crying because she was happy? That was good...but definitely un Leia like. "Happy about what?" He pulled at her hips, pushing himself upward, a soft groan escaping his lips.
"Just...make love to me, ok?"
He smiled. He would get his answer, but the fact that she wanted him trumped everything else. He nodded, his cock moving faster inside of her. With everything that was going on he could feel himself already building. She hugged him tighter while wiping her tears on his chest and moaning softly into him. Patrick whimpered and groaned, both of which soon turned into sweet moans as he came, filling his condom with his seed.
Leia ran her hands down him lovingly. She kissed his shoulder then neck. "I want to stay here tonight."
"Of course. It is your house after all," he smirked against her. This was Leia. His Leia.
She nodded.
Nuzzling her neck, he slowly and gently pulled out of her before laying beside her. She curled next to him and laid half on his chest. Keeping his arms wrapped protectively around her, he found that sleep was already starting to come to him. Perhaps he could sleep well this night. Leia instantly fell asleep in his arms. She had hoped that he wouldn't bring up the tears in the morning, but nothing was for certain.