Accidently Married The CEO

Wish I could freeze time.

Chapter 9

Moira

I thought I would be nervous my first time. I have heard horror stories. Stories of where all the women felt were pain and no pleasure at all. Most women bleed their first time, and I would hate to wake up in blood. Is it only a little bit of blood? Is it like when you have your monthly cycle?

All those thoughts have been running through my mind for months, but right now, all I feel is excitement. There is this pool of need in my stomach, I am soaked from something as simple as a few very long, very passionate kisses. That little bundle of nerves is begging to be touched. I crave release, and I am not even naked yet.

I have my legs wrapped around Gabriel, his hard c**k pressing against my aching core as he pushes me against the wall next to the door leading to his room. We have been here for what feels like and hour, but for all I know, it could have been for mere seconds. “Get a room.” Someone says and Gabriel chuckles but pulls away from me. My body immediately mourns his heat, but I don’t want people watching while I do something that should be done in private.

Gabriel doesn’t put me down like I expected, only reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out his room key, swiping it at the lock. The door makes a release sound and then opens slightly. Gabriel lifts me up higher, hugging my body slightly closer, but doesn’t completely pull me against him. He smiles at me as he starts walking us into his room and I take the moment to take him in. His dirty blonde hair is pointing in every direction, thanks to my hands that has been pulling at it in the hopes of getting him closer to me. His lips are puffy and red from how we have been making out and I am sure that mine look the same, if not worse due to the five o’clock shadow he has got going. For a short moment, I try to compare Gabriel to Timothy, and the difference is staggering. I always imagined that I would marry a man with dark hair and dark eyes, like the men in my books, but Gabriel is the complete opposite. Tim had nearly black hair, always cut short on the sides, the top longer and always nicely combed. He has dark brown eyes where Gabriel has beautiful blue eyes. Tim was just slightly taller than I was, but Gabriel is at least a head taller than I am. Tim was lean, Gabriel is bigger, with the sexy arm porn going on. Tim had no tattoos, where I had the honor of seeing some of his tattoos when he had pulled up his sleeves earlier. I would love to see what other tattoos he has hiding under his clothes. Tim is the same age as I am, seeing as we grew up together, only a few months separating us. Gabriel is nine years older than I am. He will be thirty-five in three months, I turned twenty-six five weeks ago.

Tim is a child, Gabriel is a man.

“Are you still sure that you want to go ahead with this Mrs. Beaufoy? We can just lie down as well if that is what you want.” He says and I would’ve thought he was rejecting me, if it wasn’t for the fact that I can feel his c**k twitching against me.

“This is what I want.” I tell him, surer now than I was when I first suggested this. There isn’t a better man that I could share this with, and I really want it to be with him. Everything happens for a reason, right. When one door closes, God opens another. This doesn’t feel cheap or even rushed. This feels like it was always meant to be.

“Thank God.” He says and then his lips are on mine with renewed need. Instead of taking me to the bedroom, he turns us around, using one hand to push the door closed before he pushes me against it. His lips move to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. When his mouth reaches my neck, he suddenly bits into my neck, not very hard, but hard enough that I feel the slight bit of pain, but at the same time he thrusts his c**k against my aching clit, and I see stars. The pain heightens the pleasure and I think I moan, but honestly, I couldn’t tell you what sound came out, only that it sounded closer to a scream than a moan. I never imagined that I would feel so desperate for someone. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right. I have given myself plenty of orgasms. Since I started reading my smut romances, I knew that I wanted s*x and I was good at making myself feel good, but I have never had a man touch me like this and I never thought it could feel this good. “I really want to go slow, so I am going to need to let you go for a second. I need to calm down a bit.” Gabriel says against my neck. He stills completely, his breathing hard, sending goosebumps all over my back, and neck.

“Please, Gabriel.” I am not sure what I am begging for. All I know is that I don’t want him to stop. He groans and then lets me slide down his body until my feet touch the ground. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, afraid that he suddenly changed his mind.

“If I don’t calm down, I am going to finish before I even get started. I want you, Moira. I just need to take a moment so that I can actually give you a time to remember instead of taking you like an animal here against the door.” He says and I feel pride swell up in my chest. There is nothing quite like hearing a man like Gabriel wanting you so much that he is afraid he might c*m before getting you off. It makes you feel powerful.

Gabriel picks me up bridal stile and I wrap my arms around his neck. The overwhelming need begins to change into something else, something far stronger than just wild passion, and it takes my breath away. This man is dangerous. I can see myself falling for him, can see myself loving him. It wouldn’t do either of us any good, as this could never be anything permanent. He doesn’t belong in my small world. He is this big, free, and bold man, where I am the girl that follows the rules, lives by my routine and schedules. I love planning ahead and hate being surprised. At least I usually do, but Gabriel has been the best surprise life has to offer. This entire trip has been out of character for me, but I guess that is what happens when you get your heart broken and your dreams of the future crushed.

“Stay with me.” Gabriel says, sensing that my mind is shifting. He carries me into the room and turns on the light before he slowly puts me down on the bed. “I am going to undress you now.” He says while looking into my eyes. All I can do is nod, and hope that I don’t get my heart broken. Again.

“I trust you.” I tell him and the way his eyes light up, makes me wonder if those words might have meant more to him than it ever would to me, but they are true. I do trust him, even if I don’t truly know him. Gabriel slowly gets on the bed, his knees on either side of me as he makes his way up mu body, his eyes staying on mine. It feels like a string is winding around my heart, connecting me to him in a way that will be unbreakable.

“You truly are beautiful, Mrs. Beaufoy.” He says, again calling me by my new title. I love that he is using it as if this is real, as if this is forever. As if I am his. Before I can say anything else, his lips are on mine again, but instead of the hunger that was driving him earlier, this is soft and slow, like he is trying to commit me to memory. He is taking his time now, his hands running up my sides, running over every curve, like he is trying to familiarize himself with every part of me. It feels like he is touching my soul more than he is learning my body.I let my hands do the same, and I wish I could freeze time, but I can’t, and neither can he.