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I was so grateful for my mother. It wasn’t every day I thought that way, and when I was younger, I hadn’t always told her how important she was to . But now, I had no problem telling how invaluable she was to our family. It wasn’t just that she helped all the ti, but it was also the little things she did that were thoughtful and caring.
Like tonight–she ca back when the party was over and stayed with Emilia so she could watch her throughout the night. I was so grateful for her help. She was always there when I needed her most. Tonight was no different.
Tomorrow night was the night before the wedding. Elio and I would carry on tradition and sleep apart for the first ti in a very long ti. Tonight, we would be together, and Mom ensured that we wouldn’t have any interruptions.
It was so traditional. Elio and the n in the wedding party would go to a nearby hotel. The ladies and the wedding party would co here to our ho and we would have an adult slumber party.
It was going to be nice to be surrounded by won on one of the most important nights of my life. It was my last night being considered a single woman, though I hadn’t thought of myself as single in a very long ti.
The n would probably go down to the bar in the hotel and make a ruckus. It would be amazing if they wouldn’t be thrown out of the restaurant to either go back to the rooms or asked to leave the hotel altogether. When our n got drunk, they got loud. But I was sure they would behave themselves so my future husband wouldn’t have to spend his wedding day in jail. I chuckled at my thoughts.
“What are you snickering about?“ Elio asked as he walked in while I was turning down our bed.
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “You’d better be a good boy tomorrow night,” I said, tiptoeing and taking his lips with mine.
He wrapped his arms around , rubbing my back and groping my bottom as he kissed back. It was exactly the reaction I was looking for.
I wanted him all over , and I wanted to be all over him. I wanted tonight to represent everything that I couldn’t say with my lips. Sotis words just wouldn’t work when the body could tell a story of thousands of feelings without ever uttering a word.
We kissed and touched. Elio’s fingers slipped under my blouse, feeling my stomach, rubbing over each part of , lifting my shirt as he went. I lifted my hands over my head, letting him take off the shirt and throw it aside.
As soon as the shirt was out of the way, I pressed my lips against his again, kissing him hungrily–nibbling at his lower lip, licking my tongue across his top lip, sucking at him, teasing him lightly with my tongue. I loved the way he tasted, and I wanted to enjoy every inch of him.
I felt him flicking my bra off and lowered my arms to shrug out of it, but I never stopped kissing him as the bra fell away. He just tasted too good.
He was intent on undressing , and that was turning on, so I decided to do the sa for him. Each movent we made together was sensuous and languorous–fingers rubbing against skin as buttons ca apart, clothes slipped down limbs. His fingers brushed my core as he slipped my underwear from my body, and I had to let out a tiny moan and the sensation of electricity in his touch.
Everything about that mont was wonderful. Our lips teased, our fingers touched, and with each touch kiss and lick, everything within quivered.
When we were finally undressed, our fingers still touching and caressing, I looked into his eyes and jumped onto him.
He laughed at as my legs went around his waist and my arms around his neck, and the sudden movent made him fall backward onto the bed.
I smiled at him, waiting for him to align himself to my entrance and push inside . Thankfully, he wasted little ti. I knew this wouldn’t be our first round tonight, but I needed to get that initial twinge of frustration out of the way.
When I felt him enter , it was as if I took in every ounce of who he was. Everything about him entered and everything about surrounded him–our arms and limbs tangled together, our bodies intertwined with passion. We moved together, creating an age-old friction. That had us breathing heavily against one another and sighing out our pleasure.
I clenched around him, and he throbbed within . Our bodies rubbed against one another. I felt energized and pleasure thrumming through every cell of my body. My toes curled, and my fingers clutched at his shoulders.
We drove each other to the peak of desire and wrapped around one another as I clutched and released around him, and he paused and spilled within . My head fell against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around and his hands still clutching at my bottom.
For a long ti, we just lay there in each other’s arms, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. Would it always be this way? Would we always combust when we touched? I wondered.
There were monts when we made slow and sweet love, but even then, our passion knew no bounds. He always made want to scream, and I always wanted to do the sa for him. The fact that I could bring this man such pleasure made my heart soar.
He gave all I needed, and I was so glad to be able to give him what he needed in return. I hoped that for the rest of our lives, we could bring each other such pleasure and always be partners... in and out of bed.
“So, did you know that Mia stays completely out of Al’s mafia work?”
“That surprises you?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Not really,“ I said idly, making circles with my fingers on his chest as our bodies cool down.
“Tonight, when Al ntioned the way he keeps her in the dark, I wasn’t surprised, but I thought to myself that I couldn’t imagine doing it all without you. How could I co ho and not share with you what happened that day or night? How would I answer you when you asked how things were going? It would an lying all the ti. I can’t imagine lying to you all the ti.”
“You tried,“ I said, playfully smacking his pec.
“Yeah, but this beautiful woman wouldn’t let ,“ he said, nipping the top of one of my ears.
I laughed and playfully bit him back on the side of his other pec. He lifted my chin in response, taking in for a long, deep kiss. We ca out of it and I laid back on his chest again.
“Seriously though, I totally get where you were coming from now,” he said.
“Get what?“ I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders and played with my hair. “I don’t know. I get why you don’t like being lied to. I would hate it if you did it to . When I heard how their relationship works and how Mia stays completely out of the business, I cringed inside. For so reason, it just sounded so wrong to . I guess it’s because it’s so much better being partners than it is being the one always in control of everything. I’m still in control, but you take so of the pressure off because I don’t have to lie about it when I get ho, and so tis you help make so of the decisions. It’s not all on to make the decisions, keep the business going, and co ho ot pretend there are no problems in our little world. The truth is, even if we were in another line of work, it would be that way with us. Nothing’s perfect, and every now and then, stress happens in a couple’s life, whether we want it to or not. Working together makes things better all around.”
“I imagine it’s very stressful to keep up the secrets all the ti,” I agreed.
“Do you think it’s going to continue to work for them?” Elio asked.
“I certainly hope so. She’s so sweet. Maybe she doesn’t mind being in the dark all the ti. Maybe it makes her feel more secure not to know.”
“You could be onto sothing there.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, kissing his pec where I bit it before.
“I’m happy for him. He really does love her.“
“How can you say you love soone and not trust them to know everything about your life?” I asked.
“It’s not about not trusting her. It’s about keeping her safe.“
“It is about trusting her. He doesn’t trust her to take care of herself. He doesn’t trust her with his secrets. How is that love?”
“I don’t know how to explain it, but I can see both sides.“ Elio said.
For a minute, I felt like he was just being diplomatic, but I understood where he was coming from.
There were two sides to the story. Elio was trying to explain to that Al trusted Mia to stay safe within the protection that Al had offered her. Al would trust her not to get herself into trouble, even when she didn’t know exactly what was going on in their lives. He expected her to be a good, obedient wife, which, since they’d been together so long, she probably was.
I was the outlier here, not her. Did that make wrong? I preferred Elio’s and my way of living and seeing things, but Al and Mia’s way was just as stable.
I just wouldn’t be able to do it.
“I guess as long as the relationship stays the way it is, it will keep working,” I said. “I an, they’ve certainly been together a long ti.”
“I hope so. Al deserves to be happy,” Elio said, running his fingers through my hair and rubbing his hand across my back and bottom.
“So, do we,” I began, wickedness in my tone.
“And exactly what do you think will make us happy, gorgeous?”
I sat up and straddled him again, lifting his erection to my core. “Oh, I don’t know. Let’s see. This fits here,” I said, lifting myself up and settling down onto him.
He groaned and sighed, “And, now that you have exactly where you want , what are you going to do with ?” he asked, a wicked gleam in his own eyes.
“Ride you to oblivion,” I answered.
And then I did exactly that.
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