“I don't need a month’s salary worth of ring. I love this one. I love you.” She really was genuinely touched that he had not only noticed her earlier discomfort but tried to resolve it.
“I don't think you'll be saying that when the adjustable band on it pinches your finger and then turns your hand green,” grinned Gray, looking down at her as the lift came to a standstill and they exited onto the familiar floor that led to their familiar room.
Gray took the key from Eve as they stopped at the door to their room and as the door was opened, he bent down and picked her up startling her.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a giggle.
“Carrying you over the threshold as any self-respecting groom does on his wedding night.”
“You know this is pretend, don't you?” asked Eve wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Not tonight it's not.” He kicked the door closed behind them and placed Eve on her feet. “Now, my sweet and innocent bride, do I need to look away and close my eyes while you undress because I'm rather new to having a virgin bride?”
“I'm in no way an expert, Mr Sharp, but I think Mrs Sharp would probably be more comfortable undressing in the bathroom while you wait here doing whatever it is you need to do.”
Gray sat on the edge of the bed watching her. “Then you help yourself to the bathroom, baby, and I will eagerly wait for your return.”
Eve grabbed her bag and got as far as the bathroom door with it before turning back to face Gray and the rest of the room to nervously ask, “Grayson, do you want to do that whole no condom thing? It's fine either way,” she added nervously.
“Would love to, Evie. Now hurry up.” He smiled broadly at her suggestion. “I'll get us a drink sorted, okay?” Nodding, Eve closed the bathroom door and began rummaging through her bag.
Chapter 27
After brushing her teeth, a quick freshen up with a spray of deodorant and a dab of perfume, Eve looked down at the selection of underwear and nightwear she'd packed before pulling a short, fuchsia slip from her bag to slip over her head. As she smoothed it down over her thighs she smiled at her reflection. For a second, she was unsure whether she should have gone with traditional white or ivory for the bride she was pretending to be. Immediately, she decided that as this was all make believe she could actually bend the rules and be a little more original, hence the fuchsia number. Her reflection showed why this particular item had cost over £200 during one of her lunch hours while Gray was away; her silhouette was ultimately feminine with the clingy silk Georgette fabric trimmed with French lace, satin bows and spaghetti straps. It managed to be sexy and provocative with the thigh splits revealing her leg seductively. Running her hands across her own body she was still unsure how any fabric could feel so soft and light. With a gentle ruffling of her hair and a quick lick of her lips to revitalise the remainder of her lip gloss, Eve thought she was ready to lose her virginity. She slowly opened the door where she stood leaning against the door frame watching Grayson sitting on the edge of the bed wearing just his black boxers.
“Oh, baby, I would have married you years ago if I'd known just how fucking sexy you'd look on our wedding night.”
Eve laughed at just how easy he found this game play before pointing out, “You haven't known me years.”
“It feels like I've known you forever, Evie. Now bring your sexy arse and everything else here.”
Slowly, nervously, Eve made the short walk to stand before Grayson with one foot on each side of his so that when he placed a hand on each of her silk covered hips he pulled her into a sitting position, straddling his lap that betrayed just how much he appreciated her appearance judging by the hard erection she could feel digging into her.
Inexplicably, Eve felt her glance drop and her fingers nervously twisted and wrung as if she really was an innocent bride anxiously waiting to be deflowered by her more experienced husband with desires and needs she hoped she'd be able to fulfil. She began to think about when she had lost her virginity, how nervous she'd been, and scared, if she'd be any good at it and was absolutely petrified of the pain, the absolute toe curling, scream inducing pain she'd heard about from friends and read about in magazines.
“You really are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” moaned Gray in her ear as he kissed and nuzzled a path down her jaw and neck before tilting her head up to gently caress her lips with his.
A moan escaped Eve's lips as he opened her up with his tongue and claimed her mouth completely.
She became aware of his hands leaving her hips then one found the back of her neck to hold her securely while the other one brushed across her breasts, pausing when her aching, erect nipples became obvious to them both, making Gray smile as he brushed the straps off her shoulders allowing the top half of her night dress to fall off leaving her effectively topless.
“I love how this feels against your skin, baby,” he crooned as a hand made its way down Eve's body before settling on her behind.
Rolling her over so that she was lying on her back on the bed he lay next to her before lowering his mouth to her breasts and enclosed one nipple in his warm mouth, drawing on it until it was hard and elongated making him smile down at her appreciatively. Switching his attention to the other one Eve reached out and laced her fingers through his hair holding him against her while the little darts of pleasure began rushing through her body, starting where Gray's mouth was attached down through her belly before pulsing in her sex.
“Grayson,” moaned Eve as her body arched off the mattress.
Breaking free of her body, he looked down at her lying there waiting for his next move.
“I really can't believe you're mine, Evie, forever Mrs Sharp,” he said seriously making Eve wonder whether he was playing their game or was referring to her promise to never leave.
“And you're mine,” she replied, making him smile.
His hand on her knee began to stroke her gently and as it did so he moved it higher until it was resting between her thighs stroking her sex gently through the tiny piece of fabric that covered the small strip of hair lying there.
Remembering the premise of this particular date night Eve looked up from under her lashes and as she nervously worried her lower lip asked, “Grayson, I'm scared, will you be gentle?”
“Of course I will, baby,” he told her as he gently slipped a finger beneath the fabric and eased it into her making her instinctively react as her character would by biting down into her lip with a whimper as she edged away from his probing.
A slight smile crossed his lips as he shuffled up the bed to resume his position beside her. Lowering his lips over hers she was consumed by his kiss and almost missed first one and then a second finger entering her again while his thumb found her clitoris and within seconds she was crying and falling apart beneath him. Before she had completely come down from her climax Grayson was settling between her thighs and kissing her again. Softening and yielding to his kisses, Eve spread her legs a little more before remembering what he had said before about virginal Eve, that she may change her mind, but he would take what he wanted anyway. His erection was nudging at her sex as she planned her next move, exciting and shocking her at the thought of having sex minus a condom.
“Grayson,” she whispered gaining his full attention as his gaze moved upwards across her body and the expensive night dress that was gathered around her middle before settling on her face.
“Yes, Evie?” he asked with a half-smile and an arched brow that seemed to be prompting her to make her next move.
“I don't think I can,” she muttered nervously.
“Can’t what, baby?” He leaned in to nibble at the fleshy lobe of her ear.
“This, I'm scared. Maybe we could wait,” Eve suggested and was surprised at how genuine her words sounded, although her whole body was betraying those words with arousal apparent everywhere.
“I can't wait Evie, I need you, now,” he replied seriously.
“I'm sorry, I really ca
n't. I know it's going to hurt,” Eve said, feigning tearfulness in her voice.
“Baby—” started Gray before Eve interrupted playing her part to the extreme now.
“No!” she said firmly before attempting to slide from beneath Gray, but as if sensing exactly what she was planning Gray was over her, pulling her back down the bed and flat out beneath him.
“You are my wife and we are not waiting. I've waited long enough for you. From the first time I saw you all I wanted to do was to hold you and to make love to you, to fuck you until you were calling my name as you came with me inside you,” he told her darkly, causing further ripples of excitement to rush through her veins resulting in a loud moan leaving her lips.
Leaning back as he planned how to take her allowed Eve a final chance for the escape she neither wanted nor planned on achieving. Turning over so that she was on her front, Eve planned to crawl away, but got no further than getting on all fours.
“Oh, baby, I will take you however I can!” growled Gray as he reached forward, grabbed her legs and pulled her back towards him.
With one hand lifting her nightie up Eve began to kick out and beg, “Gray, please.”
“Oh no, baby, I told you what would happen if we got to this point.” When his hands found the tiny string sides of her underwear he pulled, ripping them off her.
There seemed to be a momentary pause in Gray’s movements and actions as he leaned down to whisper against her ear, reminding her, reassuring her that this was a game they were playing and he wanted her to be comfortable with anything and everything they did.
“Baby,” he whispered, “This is us, you and me, Evie.”
He was letting her know that if any of her protests were genuine, he would stop. That this was no more than an act. The truth was she had no reservations, she really was just playing her part to the max. The next move she made was to reach behind her to cup his thigh, encouraging him closer and hopefully telling him without words that she wanted this, she wanted him.
Gray took her action exactly as it was intended when with one hand, he pushed her legs apart before he was suddenly driving into her forcefully with little resistance courtesy of how wet she was with arousal. The feel of Grayson's naked erection entering her was divine and Eve was shocked at just how good it felt. How different it felt bare. Biting down into her lip to stifle her moans, Eve returned to playing their game by making a weak attempt to move from him, to no avail.
“Oh God, Evie, you feel so good, you are so wet and tight. The way you hold me, it's like you were made for me, I fit you perfectly,” he told her as his speed quickened driving her closer to climax. “This is mine,” he grunted reaching beneath her to find her clitoris standing proud.
“Grayson,” she called in a moan and a cry that may have belonged to virginal Eve.
“Baby, you are so close, I can feel you squeezing me, fuck you feel so perfect.”
Still unsure who or what she was now, his words pushed her beyond her tipping point until she was screaming and crying loudly as she clawed at the covers beneath her. Within seconds of her own orgasm starting, Eve felt Grayson pulling her harder against him as he emptied his seed into her, the first man to ever do so.
“Nobody else is ever going to do this to you, Evie, just me, forever,” he told her as he collapsed over her.
Breathing heavily, Eve hoped Gray wouldn't pull away too soon despite his weight against her. He was obviously aware of that too because he suddenly adjusted his position to relieve the weight on her. Feeling bereft at the thought of his withdrawal Eve reached behind and stroked a hand across Gray's thigh.
“Don't move, not yet, stay like this a little longer, please.”
“With pleasure, baby, but if we stay like this too long I will remember just how fucking phenomenal that was and then I am going to get hard again and have to fuck you again,” he said nipping against her shoulder making her laugh.
“And you think that is going to encourage me to let you move?”
Joining in with her laughter, Gray said, “I think we are going to struggle to make every date night as memorable as this one, Eve.”
“You really need to try harder then, Skipper.” Eve giggled.
“I'll be sure to remember that, but right now I have to move because I'm getting serious cramp in my arms,” he told her before releasing himself from her body and rolling onto his back.
Eve knelt up and looking down at the nightdress bunched around her middle smiled, “I'm not sure I needed to go to the expense of £265 for this number.”
“Oh, Evie, it was worth every penny.” He grinned up at her. “Now you can put it back on or remove it before you get your beautiful and sexy, deflowered body into my bed, Mrs Sharp.”
Falling back against the bed, breathing heavily but smiling having decided that breakfast could wait in favour of just once more sex, Eve managed to ask between pants, “What time is breakfast served til?”
With a low laugh he rolled over to face her. “That really isn't very romantic, Mrs Sharp.”
“Sorry,” replied Eve. “Although I am bloody famished, and we did miss dinner last night.”
“Mmm, we did, didn't we? Not that I thought either of us didn't satisfy our appetites.”
“Mr Sharp, you make a very good point, but man cannot live by love alone...” started Eve and shrieked as she found Gray lying over her again.
“This man could, if he had this woman lying beneath him.” He gently brushed Eve's nose with his own.
“You say the sweetest things, Skipper. I assume last night didn't disappoint?” Eve thought it hadn't, quite the opposite.
“You have got to be kidding, Evie. Disappoint? As if. It was so much more than I had imagined it could be and I know that you were not a virgin last night, but bloody hell! You played it well and knowing that you have never had sex and allowed another man to come inside you until last night, until me, is actually better than if you had been untouched until last night,” he said, arousal clear in his voice again.
“I pulled off that whole quick learner who ends up fucking you like a high-class hooker all night then?” She laughed. “I reckon I probably did manage to ride you aaalll night,” she said using his own words and over-exaggerated aaalll from the previous day.
“And then some.” He jabbed her inner thigh with another erection.
“It was that good?” She knew how much she'd enjoyed it and how much it had meant to her to share a first with Gray but hadn't realised that it had been reciprocated in the same way.
“You know it was baby, but if you want breakfast today you need to stop reviewing it.”
Biting down into her lower lip Eve arched a brow as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer so that his erection was nudging her sex as her fingers ran through his hair before speaking, “I love you coming inside me. It makes me feel like I get to keep a piece of you inside me, a piece of you that mixes with a piece of me so there is no denying that we're together or what we've done, even when it leaks down my leg.”
“Fucking hell, Eve! You have just done yourself out of breakfast,” he told her as his erection seemed to find its own way inside her again, making her hips thrust up to meet his. “I want a piece of me inside you always and the idea that you end up with my cum mixed with your own running down your leg turns me on far more than I'm sure it ought to.”
“Come inside me again,” Eve moaned as Grayson began to move, triggering almost immediate tremors to run through her whole body.
“Lunch, maybe we can make lunch after our late check out.” With a grin Gray rotated his hips to brush her clitoris making her arch her back and cry out.
Chapter 28
Approaching the reception desk to check out, Eve realised she was still wearing the plastic child's ring that Grayson had bought her the previous night. It had pinched the flesh of her finger, and now as she removed it there was a green mark where it had been, just as Gray had predicted. Leaving him to hand the key in and enquire about
a table for lunch, Eve excused herself and found the ladies to wash the evidence of the ring from her hand making her feel slightly sad at the bareness of her hands that had worn no rings since she’d moved here after Max's death.
Returning to the lobby of the hotel, Eve found Gray waiting for her minus their bags.
“I took our things down to the car and we can go through to the dining room in about ten minutes if you're still hungry.”
“Starving,” replied Eve turning towards the lounge before Gray pulled her back.
“Baby, I've put my wallet in the car...” he started.
“That's okay, I've got my purse—”
He interrupted her, “I am not having you buy lunch.” His genuine outrage made her laugh.
“Gray, I can afford lunch. I am financially secure you know.” She smiled thinking that this was true and mainly down to Max's insurance rather than her salary.
“Eve, I am not arguing about this. I am paying for lunch. I would pay for everything given the chance, but I know you won’t allow that, yet. So, you save yours for sexy clothes I can remove for you. Now, I think I may have packed my wallet so it could take a while.” He kissed her gently on the cheek and put her on a low, chenille sofa in the lobby as he dashed towards the exit for the car park.
She had only been sat there for a few minutes and was brushing the loose thread from her long black tube skirt when someone sat beside her and spoke.
“Eve?” The enquiring voice gained her full attention.
Staring back at her was a face far more familiar than she thought it should be. Her mother's companion from the previous night.
“I'm Doug, Karen's friend,” he said, introducing himself.
“Of course, nice to meet you again. Where's my, erm, Karen?” Eve remembered her mother's instruction on not saying the mum word.
“Karen, your mother I believe,” he said in an Irish brogue. He wore a grin making Eve like him suddenly, making her want to talk to him some more.
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