Chapter 5 #3
Niall tilted her chin up and they kissed.
It was such a simple gesture and yet it set her entire world aflame.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she curled her toes in response to the sensations that were coursing through her.
Suddenly she knew she was not a girl any longer.
The kiss sparked something deep and primal within her, something she hadn’t even realized she was missing from her life, and something that she was now never going to let go of.
She kissed Niall back, feeling the tenderness of his lips and the burning heat that prickled on his skin.
When they broke apart, his eyes were swimming with desire.
He exhaled slowly, and he was still so close that she could feel the warmth on her own lips.
She leaned in to kiss him again, but as she did, she was taken by surprise.
He wrapped his arms around her and whisked her around, practically throwing her on the bed.
She fell onto a thick blanket and Niall fell upon her too, this time atop her.
She cradled his head and welcomed his weight upon her.
They kissed deeply, closing their eyes as their hands explored each other.
Moira felt as though her body was going to explode with heat. She loved the feeling of him so close to her, and yet they were still separated by these troublesome clothes.
Niall leaned back and rested on his knees, pulling Moira with him.
He gestured for her to turn around and began to unlace her dress.
One by one, the threads were pulled away until her skin was freed and her dress slipped away like a whisper in the night.
Niall placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck.
Moira leaned back, sinking into him. He turned her around and placed her trembling hands on his shirt, helping her pull it off.
She revealed a slender body, toned in all the right places.
As her fingers ran down his flesh, she noticed how warm it was, how inviting it was, and knew she had found a second home.
As she pulled away his final garment, her mouth dropped open at his manhood.
There was something alluring about it, something that seemed forbidden and shameful, and yet seemed so right and natural as well.
Her hand reached out to touch it and when her fingers caressed the soft tip, he moaned.
His hand ran from her waist across to her own intimate area, the damp delta in between her thighs that burned as it had never burned before.
They kissed again, coming together in a sensual blend of lust and desire.
Her body fit perfectly into his. His hands moved like an expert’s as she tried her best to keep up.
The uncertainty and the unknown of the situation didn’t matter.
Her body was driven by instinct, and that was all she needed.
As her hands moved down to the thick thatch of hair at the base of his manhood, she took delight in the way his body shuddered.
While she toyed with him and got used to the mysteries of his body, his fingers explored her.
It was strange at first, to feel the curling motion reaching deep inside her, but she quickly grew used to it as the pleasure surged within, flowing like a tempestuous river.
Her eyelids fluttered as she arched her back, glad for his arm that wrapped around her waist as otherwise, she would have fallen.
Her mind grew hazy, and as his fingers moved inside her, she could well have believed that magic existed.
Their kisses grew deeper and more fervent.
He kissed her neck and chest and breasts, while she traced a line along his collarbone with her lips.
She breathed in all of his masculine essence and clung to him, never wanting to let her go.
It was magical and fantastic, and she couldn’t believe that she had ever had any doubts about marrying him.
He was a dream come true and all her fears were eradicated by this intimate fire.
He may not have felt exactly the same way as she did, but that didn’t truly matter.
She could still feel his desire, and if it wasn’t true love, he felt then it was at least something similar, and that would be enough for her.
Niall pulled his arm away and she fell back, laughing at the unexpected motion.
The bed enveloped her, and she looked up at Niall with doe eyes.
He positioned himself over her, never taking his gaze away.
He kissed her deeply as she felt his body moving over her, his hard arousal getting ever nearer, until suddenly she felt a warm burst of pain, and then he was inside her.
Moira’s eyes opened wide as the world became new to her, as her virtue was surrendered.
She wrapped her arms and clung to his back as she breathed deep, shuddering breaths.
His powerful form melted into her as their bodies became one, their tongues dancing as they traded orgasmic pleasure.
Her back arched, her insides scorched by his passion.
It seemed as though it would never end, but then it did, and that was the sweetest part of all.