Patrick

Patrick couldn't believe his own eyes as they alighted on the angelic figure in front of him. The woman he had dreamt of, the woman he had yearned for, the woman he had craved to see for the last five months, was standing right there in front of him. Patrick blinked once, twice, trying to ascertain whether Ellen was really there or it was just a figment of his imagination.

No, she was there - she was really there. Standing in an elegant blue dress that clung to her curves enticingly, looking more beautiful than ever. Oh, how he had longed to lay eyes on her! And now, now that she was finally standing in front of him, his eyes drank in every inch of her like a parched man.

"Ellen..." he said in a barely audible voice. His voice was lost, his ability to speak was lost, his ability to think was lost. All his brain could register at the moment was that the woman he loved was standing in front of him. He took a step closer to her as he whispered again,

"Ellen..." Her name fell from his lips like a holy prayer - she was his holy prayer. In that moment, he forgot everything. The pain, the loss, the distance. He forgot their last fight in the trailer, he forgot how he had felt betrayed, abandoned, completely unhappy. He even forgot she was still married to another man. He had always wanted her - since the first time he had laid eyes on her he had wanted her, only and completely: mind, body and soul. But every moment he had spent wishing to have her lithe body perfectly fitting on his lap was simply pale compared to this.

Ellen stood in her spot, silent for a long interminable minute. And then, then she moved. She moved forward and threw herself in his arms. Patrick was taken aback slightly by her sudden move, but he was not one to complain. He wrapped his strong arms around her lithe frame tightly, afraid of letting her go. He held her close as she buried her face in his chest, both of them clinging to each other for dear life.

"You're here..." Ellen whispered in his chest, her voice muffled.

"I'm here," he said in a soothing lull, his own eyes filling up with unshed tears. All the pain, the heartache, the misery that he had felt for the last five months, coupled with the overwhelming emotions of seeing Ellen again, served to tear him up. He pulled back slightly from her and lowered his head gently, his eyes locking with hers.

She smiled, despite the warm tears streaming down her cheeks - that beautiful, angelic smile that could light up the entire room in a minute - and raised her chin slightly, giving him the signal. That was all the invitation Patrick needed to crash his lips against her soft, moist ones. Ravaging her mouth with his own, he groaned in pleasure when she parted her soft lips and granted him access to her moist, honey-sweet cavern. He had spent ten, long years dreaming about this, and now he couldn't believe it felt just like that. Ellen's mouth was a festival of different tastes: sweet, definitely sweet. And good, and it was warm (even if warm wasn't a taste, but his brain was completely screwed up while kissing for the first time the woman he had wanted for ten years. Ten. Fucking. Years). And sex. There was that, too. Actually, Ellen Pompeo tasted like sex. Like good, amazing, slow, long middle-of-the-night, toes-curling sex. He felt all the blood of his body going straight to one place, ready to take her there and then, and his heart fell in love with her all over again.

He pried his lips away from hers and started trailing soft, feather light kisses down her long, slender neck. He felt her fingers bury in his thick mane, and she pulled him backwards. He let her guide him backwards - heck, at that point, he could have jumped off the balcony if she had told him to. Ellen's back collided with the wall of the balcony, and she tilted her head slightly, giving Patrick more access to her neck. Patrick smiled against her soft skin as he continued to ravage her neck with his mouth, his rough stubble rubbing against her delicate skin.

Soft hums and low groans of pleasure filled the night air as Patrick continued to make love to Ellen's neck with his mouth. Lost in each other, the duo failed to notice the figure stepping out on the balcony.

Ellen

"Uh - Ahem..." the clearing of a throat made Ellen's eyes snap open. That voice didn't belong to either Patrick or her. That voice...

Ellen placed her hands on Patrick's shoulders and pushed him away as she stood up straight and turned her head towards the source of the sound. Her eyes locked with a pair of unfamiliar chocolate brown ones. Ellen's eyes widened with surprise and horror. Oh God, what had she done? She looked back at Patrick, horrified. Patrick mirrored her expression, but wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulder, trying to silently comfort her, as they both looked back at the person who had joined them.

"Um - I don't mean to be rude or anything, but could you guys get a room?" the tall, young brunette who had joined them on the balcony asked them. She was wearing a red strapless dress, and she looked like she was one of the bridesmaids.

Ellen swallowed thickly as a lump formed in her throat. A million thoughts ran through her head, one after the other. God, this girl has seen me and Patrick kissing! What's gonna happen now? Does she recognize us? Does she know that we are Ellen Pompeo and Patrick Dempsey? Oh my God, what if she does recognize us? Ellen couldn't speak as thought after thought galloped in her mind.

Patrick saw the panic-stricken and horrified look on Ellen's face and took charge of the situation. He cleared his throat a little and said calmly, "We were just gonna head back to the garden. Has the wedding started yet?"

The girl gave him a long look as she rejoined, "No. But it's gonna start soon. I'm just coming from the bride's room." She turned her eyes to Ellen and added, "Anyway, I'm gonna head back. You should come now if you want to attend the wedding." She smirked a little at the mortified look on the duo's faces and walked inside the house.

Ellen's heart continued to race wildly as she turned her face to look at Patrick. "Oh God, Patrick, what will happen now? What if that girl goes and tells someone?"

Patrick took a step towards her and cupped her face lovingly with his palms. "El, the girl didn't look like she knew who we were. She probably thought that we're just another pair of guests. Don't worry, she doesn't know that we're famous Hollywood stars, otherwise she'd have totally overreacted and jumped crazily for an autograph or something. You know how they are back in the States," Patrick said in a jokey voice as he stroked Ellen's cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

Ellen sighed softly as she leant into Patrick's touch. "God, I hope so. But, it's not safe to stay here any longer. We should go see the wedding," Ellen said and then paused, "Wait, I didn't even ask you. What are you doing here?"

Patrick smiled as he placed his hands on her almost bare shoulders. "The groom is a long-time friend. And I'm his best man," Patrick said, his voice a touch cocky.

Ellen's lips curved upwards into a surprised smile. "How coincidental! The bride is my long-time friend too!"

"Hmm...I guess it was fate's way of bringing us together again, don't you think?" Patrick asked as he took Ellen's hand and intertwined their fingers.

"I think so..." Ellen gave him a coy smile as she looked down at their intertwined fingers. She raised her free hand to run her fingers through her messy hair in an attempt to fix it. "How do I look? My makeup and hair must be completely messed up," she said as she ran her hand over her cheek self-consciously.

"You look as ravishing as ever, Pomps," Patrick whispered, gazing at her lovingly.

Ellen smiled. "Thank you," she said and with that, the duo headed inside hand in hand.

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The wedding ceremony was about to start by the time Ellen and Patrick reached the garden. Patrick quickly gave Ellen a kiss on the cheek before heading off towards the place where the other groomsmen were standing with the bridesmaids. Patrick noticed the brunette who had caught him and Ellen on the balcony, and the brunette smirked at him slightly. Like he would ever notice another girl! Patrick just shook his head and went to stand beside the maid-of-honour.

The ceremony started, and Ellen took her seat among the other guests. She watched as Patrick walked down the aisle, his arm looped with the maid-of-honour's arm, and for a moment, Ellen felt a sting of jealousy. She knew that Patrick was only doing what the best man was supposed to do, but she couldn't help but feel jealous at the sight of another woman walking arm in arm with her Patrick. As Patrick and the other groomsmen reached the stage, Ellen subdued her momentary feeling of jealousy and concentrated on the wedding.

The bride walked down the aisle with her father, and the officiant started the ritual. Ellen kept glancing at Patrick as the wedding progressed, and every time she glanced at Patrick, she found Patrick looking right back at her. She averted her eyes and smiled a little to herself, a blush creeping up on her face. She looked back up and locked eyes with him from afar.

What are you doing? Look at the bride and groom, not at me. Ellen told him silently with her eyes.

Patrick just shook his head slightly and his lips curved upwards into a crooked, McDreamy smile. He kept his eyes transfixed on Ellen, and Ellen smiled coyly. She knew what Patrick would have said if he had been with her.

I'd rather look at you. You're more beautiful anyway. Ellen shook her head as she smiled and turned her eyes towards the ceremony in progress. She could still feel Patrick's eyes on her, and it only made her smile throughout the entire wedding ceremony. She felt like a fifteen-year-old having her first crush. Life, even for just a couple of minutes, was amazing.

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After the wedding ceremony was over, the reception started. There was mirth and merrymaking everywhere as the guests enjoyed the dinner and the party. Patrick, being the best man, gave a speech in honour of the bride and groom, and he was followed by the maid-of-honour and Caroline's dad. Finally, as the reception was winding down, it was time for the bride and groom's first dance together as husband and wife.

Ellen and Patrick stood side by side, holding hands as they watched the newlyweds step on the floor and sway to the beat of music. Ellen noticed the way Caroline and her husband were looking at each other as they danced, and she felt moisture in her eyes. It was so obvious that Caroline and her husband were very much in love with each other, and they could profess their love so freely. But, she and Patrick? She and Patrick loved each other so much too, yet, they couldn't profess their love to each other in front of their friends and family. Why, why did it have to be that way? It was so unfair, yet it was the harsh reality.

"El, are you crying?" Patrick asked solicitously, his arm immediately going around her waist in a protective way.

"No, no...I just...Something went in my eye," Ellen lied, wiping her eyes.

"El," Patrick said firmly as he placed his index finger under her chin and tipped her face up. "Don't lie to me, not to your Paddy. Tell me what's wrong," Patrick said, his voice a gentle whisper.

Ellen looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears once more as she gazed into his cerulean pools. "I - I was just thinking that...Caroline is so lucky. She gets to marry the man she loves," Ellen whispered, noticing the realization dawn on Patrick's face.

"El..." Patrick whispered, not knowing what to say to her. He understood the implied meaning of her words very well, and yet he didn't know how to respond. So, instead of saying something, Patrick just leans towards her and brushes his lips softly against hers, causing her to shiver. He wrapped his arm around her waist tighter and brought her closer to his body. Cupping her cheek with his palm, he kissed her softly - once, twice, thrice - and then pulled back to look deeply into her eyes.

"You - you should go...You've to dance with the maid-of-honour too," Ellen said as she snapped back into reality.

Patrick looked at her lovingly and shook his head. "The only person I'm dancing with tonight is you, El," he said firmly.

Ellen opened her mouth to protest, but Patrick silenced her by pressing a firm kiss on her lips.

"C'mon," he said as he tugged on her hand and they moved to the dance floor. Patrick wrapped both his arms tightly around Ellen's slim waist as Ellen looped her arms around his neck. The duo began to sway gently to the rhythm of the soft music. Ellen lost herself in the depths of Patrick's midnight blue eyes as they danced, and everything ceased to exist around them. It was like they were the only two people in the garden, dancing to the beat of the music.

As Ellen and Patrick continued to dance in perfect harmony, one of the groomsmen picked up the mic and said, "And now, time for La Tarantella!"

Patrick and Ellen broke their gaze and Ellen's face lit up immediately. "Oh, the La Tarantella! It's been so long since I did that!" she exclaimed.

Patrick wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion but smiled at Ellen's excitement. "What's the La Tarantella?" he asked.

"You'll see," Ellen said mysteriously as all the guests formed a circle around the newlyweds and held hands. Ellen grabbed Patrick's hand as the slow music changed to one with a fast pace.

"What're we supposed to do?" Patrick asked, bewildered by it all. He had never attended an Italian wedding before and he had no idea how things were supposed to be.

"Just follow me," Ellen said with a reassuring smile as all the guests started racing in the clockwise direction around the couple. The dance continued in the clockwise direction until the music sped up, and then the guests changed direction.

"This is how the guests wish the newly married couple good luck," Ellen said over the loud music.

Patrick smiled as he let himself go with it - the frenzy, the tempo, the merrymaking. The tempo of the music and the direction in which the circle of guests moved continued to change until the entire group succumbed to the speeding music in a dizzy dog pile.

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"And now, people, it's time for the bouquet toss!" the emcee announced over the mic. All the guests, especially the women, cheered enthusiastically.

Soon enough, Caroline stood with a small bouquet of flowers in her hands, and a group of young, unmarried girls surrounded her. Everyone was eager to see the bouquet toss as it was believed that whichever girl caught the bouquet, she would get married next.

Caroline twirled around and said, "Ready??"

All the girls squealed in enthusiasm and Caroline tossed the nosegay over her head. All the girls jumped to catch the bouquet, but it flew right past their hands and fell in the hands of a tall, dark-blonde woman standing near one corner of the garden.

Everyone, including Patrick turned around to look at the woman who had caught the bouquet.

"Ellen?!" Caroline asked in a surprised voice as she saw the bouquet in her friend's hands.

Ellen looked at the surprised faces of everyone and freaked out. How could she have caught the bouquet? She was already married. "Um - sorry, everyone, I - I didn't mean to catch the bouquet...It just fell in my hand," Ellen explained to the group of people looking at her.

Caroline laughed at the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on Ellen's face. "Who knows? Maybe you're gonna get married again," Caroline joked, causing all the guests to laugh.

However, Ellen didn't join in the laughter as she locked eyes with Patrick and smiled softly.

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At the end of the reception, it was time for the last tradition to take place. The newlyweds were going to break a vase and the number of shattered pieces was supposed to represent the number of years that they would be happily married.

Caroline and her husband, Jack, stood with the glass vase in their hands, ready to drop it and let it fall to the ground.

"One, two, three, go!" Jack exclaimed as he and Caroline dropped the vase and the vase hit the ground, shattering to pieces.

"Now, count the number of pieces!" someone shouted from the group of guests.

Ellen and Patrick watched the event from afar as Patrick wrapped an arm around Ellen's waist to bring her closer.

"I like the idea of this tradition..." Patrick whispered in Ellen's ear as they watched Caroline and Jack count the pieces.

"Hmm...It's baseless and unjustified like all other traditions, but it's a tradition at the end of the day," Ellen replied as she leant into Patrick's warm, affectionate touch. She couldn't help it. He touched her, and she melted.

Patrick pulled away from her and said, "Wait a sec. I'll be right back."

Ellen gave him a nonplussed look but didn't say anything as she watched him walk away. She turned her eyes back to the newlyweds.

"30...30 pieces," Caroline said out loud as she and Jack finished counting. The guests cheered and one of Caroline's friends chimed in, "At least you'll make it to silver jubilee. I and my husband only had 15 pieces." All the guests erupted into laughter on hearing that.

"Hey," Patrick's mellow voice vibrated against Ellen's eardrum as she tore her eyes away from the scene and looked at Patrick. He had returned, but he hadn't returned empty-handed. He was carrying a small glass vase in his hands.

"Hey. Where did you get that from?" Ellen asked curiously as Patrick gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Magic," Patrick rejoined with a wide grin, causing Ellen to roll her eyes.

"Stop being so cocky and tell me what you've in mind already..." Ellen said as she reached out to take the vase from Patrick's hands.

"Well," Patrick said softly, "I was thinking that...we could break a vase and count the pieces too, you know." He gave Ellen a soft smile that made her insides melt into a puddle of goo.

"Paddy...But, this tradition is only for married couples," Ellen reasoned, even though her heart had immediately agreed to Patrick's idea.

"So what? You just said that it's baseless and unjustified anyway. It couldn't hurt to try," Patrick cajoled with a warm smile. "C'mon, El...It'll be fun."

Ellen looked into his eyes and smiled in defeat. She could never say no to those eyes and that smile. "Fine," Ellen said and Patrick held one side of the vase.

"Okay. On the count of three. One, two, three," Patrick said as he and Ellen dropped the vase to the ground and it shattered to millions of tiny little pieces.

Ellen gasped as she looked at all the tiny pieces of shattered glass. "Paddy....We'll never be able to count so many pieces...There are like - thousands of them!" she exclaimed as she looked up at Patrick.

Patrick smiled as he looked at the pieces of shattered glass and then looked back at Ellen. "This means that we'll have a thousand years together," he said with a smile that went straight to Ellen's heart.

I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more...

Ellen couldn't help the whelming emotion that surged through her heart on hearing Patrick's words. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked at the man standing in front of her - the man she loved so much, the man who had held her heart captive since the day she had met him, the man who was the love of her life. Tears rushed to her eyes as she gazed back into Patrick's eyes - eyes that were filled with so much love, so much affection for her.

"Paddy..." Ellen rasped out as she leant forward slightly. Patrick immediately caught her in his arms and hugged her close to his chest as she buried her face in his neck. Ellen inhaled the sweet fragrance of his cologne, as well as the strong masculine scent that was uniquely Patrick. She had missed his scent so much - she had missed him so much.

And with that, reality came crashing back to Ellen. What were they doing? She was a married woman. She had a husband back home, she had two kids back home - she had an entire family back home. And she was standing here in Valle D'Itria, embracing and kissing another man? As soon as the realization hit Ellen, her happy, ignorant bubble of delusion burst. She remembered all the bitter words that had been exchanged before Patrick had left, she remembered how Patrick had left her - abandoned her, and she immediately pulled back from Patrick's arms.

"El, what's wrong?" Patrick asked, a nonplussed look on his face.

Ellen wiped her eyes with her palm as she said, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Everything about this is wrong, Patrick. We - we need to talk."

"Okay," Patrick said, slightly taken aback by her sudden change of mood. "I'm here, go on."

Ellen shook her head as she said in a soft yet firm voice, "No, not here. There are too many people here. We have to go someplace private."

Patrick looked into Ellen's eyes for a minute before saying, "Let's go to the beach, then. There's no one on the beach at this time of the night."

Ellen gave a soft nod as she turned around to walk away. Just then, she felt Patrick's warm hand on her back. For a moment, she froze, pondering whether she should shake his hand off. But, deciding that his hand on her back felt too good and too right, she let it stay there as the duo headed towards the beach.

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The long sandy beach stretching beside the vast turquoise ocean caused Ellen's breath to catch in her throat. The turquoise water had taken on a shade of indigo in the dark of the night, and Ellen found herself caught up in the enchanting beauty of the place.

She and Patrick walked along the shore side by side, their hands clasped together between their bodies. Ellen looked down once at their intertwined hands, then shifted her gaze back to the sea.

"This place is really beautiful, isn't it?" Ellen asked, her eyes taking in the stretch of water in front of her eyes.

"Hmmm....Yes, it is..." Patrick replied as a slow chilly breeze began to blow from the ocean, causing Ellen to shiver slightly. Ellen tightened her wrap around her body, but she still shivered slightly.

"Come here," Patrick said, wrapping an arm around Ellen's bare shoulders and bringing her close to his own warm body. Ellen leant into his warmth and sighed contentedly. "Better?" Patrick asked as Ellen snuggled closer to his chest.

"Mmmm...Much better," Ellen whispered as she continued to gaze at the sea.

"So, what did ya want to talk about?" Patrick asked.

He could immediately feel Ellen's body tense up in his arms.

"I - I - um...I wanted to talk about how you left," Ellen said sternly as she stopped walking and looked up at Patrick with glassy eyes. "Why did you do that, Patrick? Why? Why did you leave me?" she asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

"El..." Patrick murmured, taking in her glassy eyes. "El, you know why I did it."

"Do I, Patrick?" Ellen asked in a cold voice. "You tell me, why did you leave me when I needed you the most?"

"Because I couldn't bear to be close to you anymore, El," Patrick replied, his voice hoarse. "We were so close, and yet, so far away. Every night, I had to watch you go home to another man. Do you know how difficult that was for me? To think of you in Chris' arms?" he asked, his voice sounding tormented.

Ellen bit her lip gently, her thoughts running back to Chris. In Chris' arms? She couldn't even remember the last time she and Chris had talked to each other in a civil manner, let alone be intimate.

"Paddy...You had a wife too. You were married to Jill too. But, I never ran away, did I?"

"No, no you didn't," Patrick said and sighed softly. "But, the decision to leave - it was not just because of you, El. I had to think about my career too. I love racing, and Grey's was being a hindrance to my racing career....I wanted to follow my passion," Patrick said in a soft voice.

Ellen shook her head in understanding. She knew just how much Patrick loved racing. He was like a kid on Christmas morning when he was near a race car. It only made sense for him to pursue his passion. Everyone was not like her - living a life of lies and subduing her dreams and passions to live with a domineering man.

"I'm really happy for you, Paddy," Ellen whispered, looking deep into his eyes. "When I saw that you had won the second place at Le Mans, you won't believe how happy I was. And when I heard that you won at FIA WEC, I - I was so happy for you. I wanted to be there with you while you celebrated, I wanted to congratulate you...but...but, you didn't exactly leave on good terms with me..I was scared to call you," Ellen said, sounding impossibly vulnerable to Patrick.

Patrick immediately cupped her face with his palm and lifted her chin up. "Listen to me, El. You don't ever have to be scared to call me. I'm your Paddy - your Paddy. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. I'll always love you, El," Patrick whispered, gazing lovingly into Ellen's eyes.

Ellen's breath caught in her throat on hearing that. She couldn't formulate a response as she gazed into Patrick's amazingly blue eyes. Time ceased to exist around them as Ellen and Patrick found themselves caught up in each other's eyes. Finally, their lips crashed against each other fiercely as they succumbed to their passion. Neither knew who had made the first move, and neither cared.

Ellen moaned as Patrick's tongue parted her lips slightly and slid inside. The kiss was hard, demanding and rough, with not a touch of gentleness in it. Time for gentle and soft was gone; now it was time for their all consuming passion and lust to break free.

Ellen lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck as they continued to kiss. Patrick kissed her again and again, unable to get enough of her sweet taste. Ellen buried her fingers in his hair and then, caressed his neck, his shoulders and his back with her hands, all the while responding to his fiercely passionate kiss.

Patrick groaned softly as she bit down on his lower lip, and he broke away from her to stare at her red, swollen lips. He motioned her to sit down, and Ellen willingly complied. The duo sat down on the soft, cold sand and immediately resumed their kissing. But sitting was not enough in that moment. Their starving bodies needed more pressure, more proximity. Ellen pushed his shoulders, motioning him to lay back on the sand. Patrick willingly complied and lay back on the moist sand and wrapped his arms around Ellen's waist as she loomed over him and braced her hands on either side of his head, her blonde curls forming a lavender scented curtain around their faces, concealing their kisses from the rest of the world as they tasted each other slowly and passionately, both unable to hold back from the all-consuming passion.

Patrick's hand, as if it had a mind of its own, slowly descended from her back to gently caress her round, perfect butt. They both moaned in the other's mouth from the great pleasure. The hand kept going on with the tour, caressing Ellen's butt, and her hips, and the hot skin of her tight, creamy pussy, gently pulling the dress up. Patrick rolled them over, his hard erection pressing against her lower abdomen, and he buried his face in her décolletage, his lips gently but passionately trying to discover her breasts. He was going slowly, not because he actually liked the rhythm - if he would have followed his feeling, he would be already thrusting in the sweetness of her core - but because he was actually scared she would come to her senses, realize again that she was undeniably married - damn Chris Ivery, always the source of his problems! - and decide to stop and go hide in her hotel room.

He raised his head a little to throw a gaze at her, and the image his eyes met stopped his heart: her head was tipped back, her hair spread around, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, the moans coming from her throat the most erotic sound he had ever heard. He brought his head back on her chest, his hand bringing down the straps of her dress, freeing her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he wasn't ready, so when his eyes met her full, perfect breasts his breath hitched.

Wow.

She was perfect. Nothing less than perfect, and he just wanted to rip that dress away. He took a nipple in his mouth, his tongue immediately working its magic, and Ellen's moans got louder as she brought her small hand to his curls.

"You're so beautiful, El. So fucking beautiful. I love you," he whispered gently trailing kisses from her breasts to her neck and her lips, his hands running over every svelte curve, every secret crevice. "I love you," he repeated, and a hand finally found her wet core and sneaked to her thong, ripping it apart in one hard tug. The sound of the fabric being ripped apart filled the air and Ellen gasped. Her hand gripped his curls, her legs automatically spreading for him. She wasn't aware of anything, she wasn't able to control her own body. She was lost in the greatest pleasure, a pleasure he had given her with just a few touches. In more than forty years of life she hadn't actually experienced how great sexual pleasure could be. Of course, she had had great sex. But nothing like that. She was waiting for the right man.

Instead of his hands, Ellen felt Patrick's tongue gently caressing her folds, and her hands tried to grip something. It was... amazing. His moist tongue on her creamy pussy was a heavenly feeling, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. His tongue teased her swollen folds from outside. He was torturing her by licking her folds lightly, not going where she really wanted him to.

"You taste so sweet, love," he whispered gently, his hot breath on her clit sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. He licked her, his tongue stroking her fold, nibbling her clit. Ellen's moans increased as she spread her legs even more, her hands caressing his hair and neck as she moaned his name, over and over again. And it actually felt incredibly to moan his name feeling his body - hell, his tongue!, instead of calling for him in the middle of the night while bringing herself to an orgasm.

"I've always wanted to do this to you," he whispered again, interrupting her dizzy thoughts. He inserted a finger into her core, feeling her moist, incredibly tight channel with a part of himself - even if not exactly the one he wanted. But even if he wanted her that much, even if a voice in his brain was screaming for him to take her, to make her his, to finally make love to her, he didn't want to make her a cheater. Well, a total cheater. He wanted her, forever, and wanted to make her his when she would be free. So he just enjoyed feeling her taste on his tongue, licking and fingering her under the moon, her cries of pleasure the most beautiful sound he could ever listen to. And when she reached her peak, he watched in awe the breathtaking sight in front of him. Her head was thrown back, a faint reddish-pink tinge suffused her face and her chest and her beautiful breasts were heaving with each moan she let out. Her mouth was wide open, soft cries of pleasure coming out of them, and her eyes - her usually grey-green eyes had darkened to two pools of dark green - almost black - colour with desire. He embraced her little body, covering her amazing curves. He kissed her lips twice, as she curled peacefully against his chest. He whispered "I love you," once again, as she hummed softly.

In that moment, he knew their fate, he knew the direction in which they were going. He knew where they were going.

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