The next morning, Priscilla woke up and stretched her arms as she looked around the room. Patrick was nowhere to be found, but she could hear his voice downstairs. She got up and walked into the bathroom to freshen herself up a bit before she went downstairs to see him. She turned on the shower and placed her hair up into a bun before closing the door and stepping in the shower, allowing the warm water to run down her body.
The night after Drew's show when she came back home with Patrick, the two of them spent that time making love and talking with each other, sleeping and repeating the process. If she thought she was falling for Patrick before, she was in trouble now. The man took care of her body in ways no other man had and he treated her like she was so fragile that if he made any wrong move, he'd break her. He was so attentive and cared about her pleasure first.
He took notice as to what had an effect on her and what didn't. He made her feel like a woman.
After fifteen minutes, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body as she stepped out of the shower. She looked around his bathroom, searching for an extra toothbrush and she found one unopened under the sink. She used it to brush her teeth and she used a little mouthwash to make her mouth extra clean.
She walked back into the bedroom and grabbed one of his dress shirts that was resting against the chair in the corner of the room. She slipped it on, keeping two of the top buttons undone and she fixed her hair, placing it in a high ponytail. She walked out of the bedroom, carefully and quiet making her way down the stairs.
As she got closer to the kitchen, she saw Patrick talking on the phone. From the sounds of it, he was talking business. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. Two of her weakness--a fit, shirtless man and grey sweatpants on a guy. They tended to show the manhood of a man so well. Like they were made for them.
She stood by the entrance of the kitchen, just watching him. One reason was because she didn't want to disturb his phone call and the second was because he was just so delicious to look at.
"That's my final offer. So do we have a deal? Excellent. I'll be there tomorrow to sign the papers. Thank you, you too. Alright, goodbye." Patrick spoke into the phone and hung up.
He turned around and directed his attention towards her. He smiled at her and placed his phone down onto the counter.
"Well, aren't you the most beautiful sight." He winked.
Priscilla blushed and looked down at her feet, "Thank you."
He walked up to her and lifted up her chin, looking down at her.
"Stop looking away so much. I can't see those pretty eyes of yours." He told her.
"Ugh, it's hard not to when you say things like that." She shook her head.
He chuckled and kissed her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Wearing my stuff already, huh?" He joked.
"I couldn't find anything else to wear and I needed to cover my body. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. It looks way better on you, anyways." He complimented her, "But you could've came downstairs naked and I wouldn't have minded. Actually, I'd kind of prefer it."
Priscilla's cheeks turned red and she felt her body grow slightly hot. She covered her face, feeling a bit embarrassed with the way she was acting and feeling.
"Patrick, stop." She spoke, slightly muffled.
"Stop what, huh?" He removed her hands and held onto them.
"Stop saying sweet things like that. I can't take it."
"Why does it bother you so much?"
"I...I don't know." She shrugged and looked down again.
Patrick licked his lips and lifted her chin up again as she kept her eyes to the floor.
"Look at me." He demanded softly.
It took a few seconds, but she eventually looked him in his eyes.
"Don't be afraid to talk to me about what's going through your mind. Tell me what's wrong." He pleaded.
"I don't know. I just....I'm not used to being treated like this. It's new to me. I mean, Patrick, I'm a confident woman for the most part. I'm a lot better than I used to be, but for some reason, that confidence level goes down when I'm with you sometimes. Because I wonder what do you see in me. Like, what is so special about me? What do I have that other women don't?" She asked, perplexed.
"What do you have?" Patrick repeated her question, "What don't you have? You're smart, you're independent, you're feisty, you're funny and a joy to talk to and be around. You make me laugh all the time. Some of the girls I've met and talked to couldn't beat a child in the conversation aspect."
That made Priscilla chuckle a bit.
"But I love being around you and having you around me. When you're not around me, I look forward to seeing you again. If I'm at work, even if I'm crazy busy, you slip into my mind some kind of way. That's why I randomly text you or call you. Hearing your voice just calms me down, especially if work was a bit crazy to deal with on a certain day. You're amazing at cooking, like damn. You're very sweet and I think it's cute when you get a bit shy around me or when you blush. You have a beautiful heart and I love hearing you talk about your mother. You talk about her with so much love and respect and it's beautiful. You really look out for her and your sisters and I love a woman that's family oriented. I can talk to you about serious topics and silly topics. I've never had that with a woman, ever. And you are so goddamn beautiful to me. You have no idea that when you walk into a room, your presence is well known and the whole room lights up." He told her.
"Oh, please." Priscilla chuckled slightly.
"No, I mean it. You light up the room when you walk into it. You are truly a beautiful, vibrant and sexy woman inside and out. I wish you could see what I see. What do you have, you ask? You have everything I've been searching for in a woman. I've been praying to God himself for a woman like you and he's blessed me with her. That's what you have."
There he went again. Talking about her in such amazing words and praising her in ways she'd never experienced before. She felt her eyes welling with tears and even with her trying to tear her eyes away from Patrick, he wouldn't allow her to.
"Patrick, I..." She began and sniffled slightly, "I..."
"What, beautiful? Don't stop now. Talk to me." He encouraged her softly.
"I'm...I'm falling for you, ok? I'm falling for you hard and it scares the shit out of me. I've been hurt so many times and it's ruined me. I'm scared of getting my hopes up only to have it snatched away from me. I'm just waiting for something to go wrong. I'm waiting for you to get tired of me or just leave like the rest did after they got what they wanted. Why won't you just let me go and find you another woman that is just as good and not as broken? It's not fair to have you go through all of this." She pleaded to him.
The tears began to fall down her cheeks and he lightly brushed them away with his thumbs, cupping her cheeks in his palms.
"And it's not fair for you to be with a man who wouldn't love you as good as I could. I'm falling for you just as hard as you're falling for me. You deserve to be loved and genuinely taken care of. I refuse to give up on you and let you go. I don't need another woman. I don't want another woman. I need you and I want you. Don't be scared, baby. Just let me in. I promise I'll make up for every tear, every heartbreak and all the pain the others took you through." He begged her.
Seeing him so vulnerable and him pleading to her had her feeling some kind of way. The look in his eyes told her he was telling the truth and he was genuine with the words he spoke, but that small part of her still had doubt and fear.
Patrick pressed his body against hers and kissed her lips. She could feel the passion and the fire stirring in the kiss and it felt so good. She pushed whatever thoughts she had going through her mind when she felt him lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist.
"Patrick-"
"If you say anything about you being too heavy, I'm going to stop being a gentleman for a minute and fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a little bit." He playfully warned her.
Hearing him talk to her like that made her wetter than she already was. Though she was curious as to how hard he could actually fuck her, she wanted to enjoy his gentle side a little more. He carried her upstairs to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed, towering over her. He gently ran his hand up and down her inner thigh before cupping her pussy in his palm.
He rubbed her clit lightly in circles, instantly making her melt. His touch was something she could never get enough of. She sighed in relief and closed her eyes. Soon, she felt two of his fingers enter inside of her, causing her to gasp and her back to arch. His fingers curved inside of her and stroked her walls painfully and pleasurably slow. He rubbed and teased her g-spot as his thumb constantly brushed against her clit, making her squirm under him.
She moaned softly into the quiet, sunlit room. While one hand was pleasuring her insides, the other began to undo the remaining buttons of the dress shirt covering her body.
Patrick ran his hand up and down her body while still teasing her with his fingers. He leaned down and planted kisses against her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her hips and any other curve that he could find and reach. He never took his eyes off of hers. Between his intense gaze on her and his fingers making her insides a waterfall, it was all too much for her to handle.
He pumped his fingers slightly quicker than before and she moaned a bit louder, grabbing onto his wrist.
"Your body responds to me like it knows it's mine." Patrick told her, "Like it knows I belong here. I belong with you. And I think you know that too."
She looked up at him. She did know that. She was just so scared to admit it. Patrick was genuinely her dream man come true, but what if it was too good to be true? She'd never felt so insecure and doubtful in so long. She hated being so fearful.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Patrick slowly removing his fingers from her soaked canal and him licking and sucking his fingers until they were dry.
"You taste so good, baby girl. Shit." He licked his lips.
Priscilla blushed and covered her face. Patrick slapped her thigh gently, causing her to look at him again.
"No more hiding from me." He demanded softly.
He pulled her up from the bed and removed the white dress shirt she was wearing, tossing it aside. His eyes gazed her body up and down in pure astonishment and adoration.
"You are beautiful in every single way, baby. And I'll never ever let you forget that. Whenever you need a reminder, I'll be there to give it to you." He promised her.
Patrick slowly dropped his grey sweatpants and Priscilla couldn't help but stare at his erect manhood. It was perfect. He was most definitely blessed. It wasn't too long or too short and the thickness was just right.
He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his dick. He walked back towards her, lifted her up once again and wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands rested against his shoulders.
"Patrick, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep this up. I'm telling you." She warned him.
"Shh." He replied, shushing her.
He held her by her thighs and slowly thrusted inside of her, causing her to throw her head back. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, allowing her to sit on him. She felt slightly better about it because he wasn't carrying her, but she was still skeptical.
"Ride me." He told her.
"What?"
"I want you to ride me. I know you can do it. I've seen those hips in action. Don't be scared, don't think about how you look, don't think about it. Just start moving your hips."
She stayed still for a minute and exhaled before moving her hips back and forth. He held her hips firmly and kept his eyes on her, licking his lips. It took a few minutes, but she got into the groove of it and stopped allowing her thoughts to hold her back. She gripped onto his shoulders and bounced against him.
She looked down to see Patrick biting his lip and heard him let out a groan.
"Fuck, that's so good." He murmured.
That boosted her ego even more, which caused her to increase her speed a bit. She threw her head back and moaned as Patrick moved his hands up and down her body.
"Look in the mirror." He told her.
Priscilla turned her head and looked at their reflection in the mirror by his closet. To see herself in complete control for once, making him and her own self feel good was very sexy. The two of them looked so good together. Like they just fit perfectly.
"Wow." She breathed, "We look-"
"Like two perfect pieces to a puzzle." Patrick finished, "Get on your knees for me and face the mirror."
Priscilla stopped and carefully got off of him, crawling onto her knees as she faced the mirror. Patrick moved behind her, gripping his dick at the base and sliding inside of her again. Priscilla sighed contently and leaned her head back against his shoulder as he began pumping into her quickly.
"Oh, God." She moaned.
"Look into the mirror for me, sweetheart." Patrick whispered into her ear.
Priscilla lifted her head and looked at their reflections once again, trying to focus as he pounded deeper and harder into her.
"Look at you." Patrick whispered once again, "You are one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen in my life. You don't have to be insecure when it comes to me. When I look at you, I see everything I've been wanting and needing. Forget anything negative that anybody has to say about you or to you. Including yourself. Own that you are the shit, baby girl."
Priscilla looked at him and kissed his lips deeply as his dick continued its gentle, yet passionate attack on her insides. It didn't take too much longer for them both to release their sounds of pleasure and climax.
A few minutes later, they laid under the covers as Priscilla's head rested against his chest and his fingers stroked her hair.
"Did you really mean what you said?" Priscilla asked and looked up at him, "You know, about me?"
"Every word. You're perfect. And I'll spend every second reminding you until you believe it and receive it." Patrick replied, looking down at her.
She blushed and he chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"So what would you like to do today? I don't have to work and neither do you. We have the whole day with each other. We could go out for breakfast or lunch, whichever one you're feeling. I could take you out shopping, we could go to the movies. Anywhere you want to go." He asked her.
"Save your money. We can do all of that here. I'll cook us something good and we can watch movies in your theater." Priscilla nodded, "I may need to go to the store, though."
"Then we can do that."
The two of them got out of bed and began to get dressed. Priscilla had everything she needed and wanted with him. She didn't really need anything else. Plus she really didn't feel like going out on the town today. She had years of missed orgasms to make up for and as long as Patrick didn't mind giving them to her, she was all good.