"I know you can't." I lower my mouth toward her pussy and let my breath ghost over her clit and watch her whole body shudder in anticipation. "Now let's see how you taste."
I drag my tongue through her folds in one long slow stroke and she cries out so loud I'm sure the entire hotel can hear and Idon't care because I want everyone to know that this woman is mine and I'm the only one who gets to make her scream like this.
"Hands above your head."
She grabs my hair instead, her fingers twisting in the strands, trying to pull me closer to where she needs me most.
"I said hands above your head, Iris."
"I can't, I need to touch you, please—"
"You can and you will or I stop right now and leave you here aching and empty and desperate with no relief in sight."
She whines but releases my hair and reaches above her head to grab the pillow, her knuckles turning white with the effort of keeping her hands where I told her to put them.
"Good girl. Now lie there and take what I give you and don't you dare move those hands or I'll tie them to the headboard and make you watch while I edge you for hours."
I devour her.
There's no other word for what I do to her because I eat her pussy like I've been starving for it all day, like the taste of her on my tongue is the only thing keeping me alive, my mouth working her clit in relentless patterns while my fingers pump into her and curl against that spot that makes her whole body shake and tremble beneath me.
"You're trembling already and I've barely started with you."
"Please..."
"Please what, angel?"
"More. I need more. I need everything you'll give me and then I need you to give me more after that."
"So greedy." I add a third finger and she gasps at the stretch, her back arching off the bed and her hands gripping the pillow so tight I think she might tear it in half. "Such a needy little hole, always desperate to be filled, always begging for more."
"Yes. I'm needy. I'm desperate. I need you so badly it hurts and I don't care if that makes me pathetic because I'll be pathetic for you."
"You think about this all day, don't you? Sitting at your desk with your pussy dripping through your panties, thinking about my mouth on you, my fingers inside you, barely able to concentrate because all you can think about is getting home to me so I can fuck you senseless."
"Yes. Every single day. I can't focus on anything because all I want is you between my thighs making me forget my own name."
"My needy little wife who can't function without her husband's tongue on her cunt."
I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue against it rapidly and her whole body jerks like she's been electrocuted and a sound comes out of her throat that's somewhere between a scream and a sob.
"Ilay... I'm going to..."
"Not yet."
"Please. I can't hold it. I'm so close it hurts."
"You can hold it and you will hold it because you don't come until I tell you to come and I haven't decided if you've earned it yet."
I slow down my fingers and ease off her clit and she whines and her hips chase my mouth desperately seeking the friction I've taken away from her.
"Tell me what you need."
"I need to come. Please let me come. I'll do anything you want, I'll be anything you want, just please let me come."
"On my fingers? On my tongue? Tell me exactly how you want it."
"Both. Either. I don't care. Anything you want to give me. Please, Ilay, I'm begging you and I don't care how pathetic I sound because I need it so badly."
