Blinded by You

Chapter Forty Eight ~O me, O life, O shit.

Ellen's POV:

Two weeks later~

"To quote from Whitman." Professor Truslow smiled. "O me, O life of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless. Of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer: that you are here. That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse...That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse." Silence filled the class.

"What will your verse be?"

"I want a five page essay on what your verse would be and why. Due next class."Getting the chills, class was dismissed and Harry carried my backpack for me.

"Very philosophical," he chuckled.

"That's Dr. Truslow for you." As we continued to walk around campus, I began to sweat because my stupid pain medicine.

"Are you okay? It's like forty degrees out here," Harry chuckled.

"It's the pain medicine. Thankfully that was my last class of the day and I can go home," I sighed.

"Do you wanna get some food?"

"I really don't care," I snapped and continued walking toward my car.

"Hey," Harry chuckled, stopping in front of me. "What's the matter, beautiful?" His hands cupped my cheek and his jade eyes held my gaze. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at my crutch.

"I want you," I mumbled quietly.

"What?"

"I want you."

"Ellen, I seriously can't hear you," Harry replied.

"I want you, okay?!" I snapped.

"You have me," he chuckled.

"I want you. I want your arms, and and, your chest and, your lips, and your hair and I just want you." Blushing more than I think I ever have, I kept my eyes on my crutch.

"Oh."

"I know you said until after my cast and shit was taken off, but I'm dying over here."

"Alright love," Harry sighed. "C'mon." Making it home, getting up the stairs was a little easier. Locking the door behind us, Harry held his hand out.

"What?" I chuckled.

"Your phone, please." Handing it to him, he took his from his pocket and turned them both off. Finding my IPad on my bed and turning it off as well, he turned toward me.

"Now," he murmured, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "How's my beautiful girl?" His voice sounded like sex itself. Leaning down to kiss me, my arms wrapped around his neck and I kept our lips together. His mouth was warm and I realized how much I really missed it. I know that sounds weird, but shut up. My hands went into his hair as he kissed my neck and I couldn't help but giggle as he left a love bite and his fingers ran up and down my sides. Pulling my shirt over my head with his help, his hands glided over my stomach. Blushing as he bent down on one knee, he placed a tiny peck above my belly button with a cheeky smile.

"Gorgeous," he smiled against my torso and placed another kiss there. I began to laugh and he stood back up, leading us toward my bed. Softly placing me on my back and carefully straddling my waist, I felt his boner against thigh. He kissed my neck and down my torso before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. Not even the normal way. The way in movies where they pull it forward instead of up. He was trying to kill me. My hands immediately went to his torso and felt his smooth abs, along with the little trail of light brown hair that stopped at his pants. His tattoos were extraordinary and I sighed deeply as his hands and lips roamed my torso.

"I hate you," I giggled as he slowly pulled my pants down one side at a time and kissed each time.

"All apart of the moment," he chuckled against my skin. "So, you have on underwear this time?"

"Yes, Harry. I have on underwear," I rolled my eyes and felt him practically rip them off along with my sweatpants.

"I don't like underwear." He sat up on his knees, and I could hear his belt jingling as he pulled it out of the loops and took off his pants.

"I like your underwear," I teased, playing with the waistband of his little black shorts.

"Right now, it's all about you." He kissed below my belly button and looked up at me as I felt his breath fan over me. His tongue glided over me once and I thought I was going to come right then.

"So good," he murmured and kissed up my torso. Where had that come from? Apparently, he was about to die too. Pulling his boxers down and off his legs, he positioned himself. Biting my lip as he entered me, my eyes closed and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"How are you so tight?" Harry breathed with a slight chuckle.

"This is what no sex in almost five months does," I replied and clutched his arm as he began to move his hips. Forcing my eyes open to look at him as he thrusted, I looked at the veins in his neck and smiled at his eyes closed.

"Shit," he groaned and I knew I was close.

"Harry," I sighed, biting my lip.

"Ellen, I'm gonna fucking come," he replied. "Look at me. Open your eyes." My eyes opened as his forehead touched mine and our eyes locked. I was done for. Our bodies both stiffened and I fought to keep my eyes opened and on his. Holy shit. His pupils had practically covered all of he green in his eyes and the veins in his neck looked like they were going to burst. For me however, I couldn't even tell you my name.

"I love you," he whispered against my chest, kissing it softly as we caught our breath.

"I love you, too." Rolling over next to me, Harry made sure I could lay against his chest. Hearing his heartbeat slowly calm down as he stroked my hair, I was almost asleep when I gasped.

"Harry."

"What's wrong?"

"I haven't taken my birth control because it fucks with the Vicodin," I replied, sitting up. "Oh my god."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive."

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