Page 17 of Stolen Mafia Vows
I pull away, just enough to find her smiling at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”
“That’s good.”
“Tell me you want me, Emily.”
“I want you.” She hesitates, her eyes locked onto mine. “How do I say that in Gaelic?”
“Ba mhaith liom tú.”
She mimics what I said, her American accent hardening the soft vowels.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any fucking sexier.” I kiss her long and hard, and when I stop, her eyes are glittering.
I study her body stretched out languidly across the blanket with the sea kissing the shore and leaving behind piles of foamy seaweed, and the sun throwing diamonds across the water’s surface. I can see my marks on the mound of her pussy, and my cock batters my pants to be set free.
“Do you bring all your women to the beach?”
The question catches me by surprise. Tearing my gaze away from her pink nipples, I stare into her eyes, not letting her look away. “No. You’re the only woman I’ve ever brought here.” I hope she can tell by my tone that it’s the truth. “You’re the only woman I’ve everwantedto bring here.”
“Why?” Her green eyes grow larger if that’s even possible. “Why me?”
“Because … you do things to me, Emily.”
“Things?” The word seems to get caught in her throat, and it only makes me want to kiss her more.
“I don’t know how to explain it but…” My lips brush hers. “Do you feel that?”
She nods, chasing my mouth with her lips and her tongue.
When we break apart, her lips are swollen, and my balls are filled to bursting point. I’ve ignored my aching cockuntil now—I needed to taste Emily first—but now it isn’t going to stop until I give it what it wants.
WhatIwant.
I take her hand and place it over the bulge in my jeans.
“I feel that too,” she whispers huskily and reaches for my zipper.
This time, I let her unzip me. Her hand snakes inside my boxers and finds my length. Eyes wide, she curls her fingers around me and squeezes, and fuck it takes all my willpower not to roll her over and shove my cock inside her.
I remove her hand gently, and rummage inside my pocket for the protection I brought with me. I show Emily the packet, and her eyes drift back and forth between the condoms and me as if what we’re about to do is finally becoming real.
“Hey, no pressure.” I mean it despite the lump in my throat. “We do this in your time, Emily. We take it as slowly as you want.”
With a glint in her eyes, and a slow smile tugging at her lips, she raises her arms behind her head, and says, “You can put them away. I take the contraceptive pill.”
I don’t move. “Are you sure? I mean…” Fuck, telling the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met that I’m clean is one way to totally kill the vibe.
“Are you going to fuck me, Eoghan, or do you need more time to think about it?”
I smile. Standing up, my eyes glued to hers, I take off my T-shirt and step out of my jeans and boxers. Then I straddle her, pull her into a sitting position, and guide my crown into her mouth.
Her eyes don’t leave mine. She grips the base in one hand and licks the crown, tasting my pre-cum, before she starts sucking. And man can she fucking suck! I hold out for as long as I can, fisting her hair, and holding her face still while her tongue works its magic, but when my knees start to buckle, I pull out.
I don’t want to come in her mouth. Not the first time.
On my knees, I raise her right leg and throw it over my shoulder, sliding my cock just inside the outer lips of her dripping wet sex. “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.”
“I think I do.”
