Page 10 of Stolen Mafia Vows
On the eve of the wedding, we open up the sliding doors of the conservatory overlooking the extensive grounds, and wrapped in cozy shawls against the evening chill, we sing and dance along to Mom and Dad’s favorite songs—the tunes they grew up with by artists like Neil Diamond, Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison, and the Beach Boys. Dad twirls Mom around the room to ‘It’s Now or Never’, and we all sing along to ‘God Only Knows’ at the top of our lungs.
I laugh and smile and sing along with everyone else, but I’m only half-present. Because throughout it all, I’m constantly aware of the phone in my back pocket. Or rather, I’m aware of the weight of Eoghan’s text messages.
I’m guessing it’s a little like walking around with a permanent hard-on. Every vibration sends a thrill of anticipation traveling down my spine. Every word I read makes me throb with desire. It’s as if something inside me woke up in the airport when Eoghan pressed his thigh against mine and whispered, “You know that tender spot between your pussy and your ass.”
Later in the evening, when the doors are closed, and everyone has drifted back to their rooms, I lay in bed, propped up against the pillows, smiling until my cheeks ache.
Touch yourself for me.
I’ve touched myself before, but there’s something sexy and decadent and arousingabout being told to do it, even though I know he can’t see me.
I slide my pajama shorts down over my hips, exposing my sex. My pussy starts to tingle the instant I look at it, but it isn’t enough. Eoghan has made it feel as though it’s not enough. So,I unbutton my pajama top and shrug it onto the floor, leaving me completely naked.
Then, I spread my legs wide, lick my middle finger, and rub gently between my folds. My whole body comes alive knowing that Eoghan wants me to do this.
I’m naked, I text him back.And touching myself.
How does it feel?
Sexy?My breathing is already growing shallow.
You’re sexy as fuck, Emily. Own it. How many fingers can you get inside you?
How many? I’ve never tried more than one. But I don’t question it because I know that Eoghan is lying on his own bed, picturing me touching myself, and I want him to feel the same thrill of pleasure that I’m feeling. I want him to experience it with me, but I’m still two days away from sharing this with him in person, and those two days feel like a lifetime.
One finger. Two. Three…
Three.It’s difficult to type with my left hand, and with my fingers filling me up.It feels good.
I’m sure you can get one more inside you, Emily.
I try, I really do, but the angle of my hand is awkward, and it feels uncomfortable, and well, it seems there’s a limit to what I’ll do while I’m alone.
I can’t.Then, because the message sounds harsh, I add:My clit needs some attention.
His message is immediate.You’re damn fucking right, it does. I can’t wait to lavish all my attention on it. I hope you’re ready for me, Emily.
I’m so close to an orgasm that I pull my fingers away from my clenching pussy.
Emily? Fuck! I need to watch you.
The message switches to an incoming video chat, and I slide open the call on the screen, turning my phone around so that he can see my pussy. Then I spread my legs as wide as they will go and rub my clit with the three wet fingers that were inside me a few moments ago.
The call goes quiet. All I can hear is the sound of my own panting breaths.
My orgasm isn’t hanging around. I never knew how unbelievably erotic it would feel to be watched … by the sexiest man on earth, and it crashes through me like a tidal wave.
I drop the phone but not before I hear Eoghan groan out loud: “Fuuuck sake, you just killed me, Emily.”
When my body is done convulsing and twitching, I feel around the bed for my cell phone and raise it in front of me. Eoghan is watching me with the same intensity behind his stormy-gray eyes.
He moves closer to the screen. “You’re going to fucking ruin me, Emily, and that’s before I touch you.”
I smile languidly; I don’t think I’ve ever felt so perfectly relaxed in my life. “I’ve never done that before,” I whisper.
“Good. I’m glad.” His voice is husky. “You were saving yourself for me.”
“I was.” Only I didn’t know it until now.
