You Watching Me

Stay

She was lost... Lost in him. She knew there was no escape for her from this... from them.

She reached her trailer, breathless, trying to get steady. She slammed the door and fell down on the floor, her back against the door. She was crying not knowing what to do. She wanted to come back to the set and kiss him, make out with him. She stopped crying as she realized her feelings for Patrick. She loved him. She felt so confused. What the hell should I do? 

Patrick was sitting in the exam room where everyhing had happened. He was still a little aroused from the thought of Ellen in his arms, the way she touched him, their tongues dancing together in passion, the feel of the heat between them, her hard nipples... He completely lost control. He was married, she had a boyfriend. But he was prepared to lose everything but her. He couldn't imagine his life without her.

Ellen stood up and by some strange feeling, she was drawn back to the exam room. Maybe to recall all the memories because the memories will be the only thing left for her, she thought. She opened the door without thinking, looking at the floor so she didn't realize Patrick was sitting on the bed on the other side. He immediately stood up to face her. She made one step back as to run away. However, she wanted to stay so bad. Shit... She told more to herself. Her eyes locked with his and she lost it again.

"Ellen... please, stay. Don't run away from this... from me," he begged her, saddness in his voice.

"I... Patrick, I'm sorry for what happened, but... I can't..." she was out of breath. They were standing face to face, only the bed between them. They felt the unbearable urge to crash their bodies together.

"Shit... Ellen... I know how you feel, you feel the same way as I do. I want you, my body hurts every time you go home to your boyfriend. I get so jealous. Please, Ellen, I've loved you since the first day we met. I need you. I don't know what to do without you." Patrick started to move to her direction as his words spilled everywhere.

"Patrick, please... stop," she begged him to stop from moving, also from saying those words. She continued to step back but, to her surprise, she hit the wall. She leaned her head against the cold wall.

He couldn't fight the urge to touch her so he cupped her face and stroke her slightly red cheeks. She pressed all her body to the wall because she knew if she would have done the other way, she would lose control.

"Patrick... please, just leave me alone." She tried to hold herself from crashing her body to his, to lose her mind in his touch.

"I can't, I don't want to... But tell me you don't want this... you don't want me and I will leave you and never ask you again for a moment like this..." he said as he automatically pressed his entire body to hers. She could feel his throbbing member, his warm breath on her neck.

"I can't... I can't say that..." She whispered breathlessly, inhaling his perfect smell that turned her on completely.

"Ellen..." he half whispered as his lips brushed hers. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. That he was holding her in his arms, they weren't acting, this was them, Ellen and Patrick.

Ellen leaned closer to him and she closed the gap between them. Their lips connected. He groaned at the pleasure she gave him. They've wanted this for so long. They wanted to stay in this moment forever.