I grab the lapels of his suit jacket, rocking my hips, riding his finger. Holding on for dear life while fever-like tremors threaten to break me apart.
Adriano’s other hand slides over my breasts, below my navel, and down toward my slit. His firm, languid strokes through my folds send my mind careening into a different reality. One where only his touch exists. And then, without warning, he pinches my clit, sending me straight to heaven.
His mouth claims mine, swallowing my scream of release while he relentlessly plays with my clit and pumps his finger in and out of my trembling pussy. Pushing me further beyond the incredible bliss as I struggle to breathe.
I moan into his mouth, breathless and boneless, trailing my shaky fingers down his front, over the soft panels of his suit jacket, the smooth material of his shirt. He’s always so impeccably dressed. Bespoke suits. Top-label shirts. Alwaysso perfect and collected and in control. My silent guest. My husband. The only man who ever made me come with nothing but his hands. But it’s not enough. It will never be enough. I want his layers gone. Physical and metaphorical. Want the man beneath them. Taking his bottom lip between my teeth, I reach for the buckle of his belt.
His large hand seizes my chin, tilting my head upward. Despite the blindfold over my eyes, I can sense that glacial gaze on my face. Several heartbeats pass between us in absolute silence. His focus on me seems to have physical weight, keeping me locked in place.
I feel the tension emanating from his body. His chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. As if he’s gasping. Barely holding on to the last shred of his willpower. Trying to contain himself. Like a predator, locked onto his kill but forcing himself to stay motionless until the opportune moment. I don’t feel threatened by him. I want him unleashed.
Leaning forward, I cup that rock-hard bulge inside his pants. “I want you inside me, my silent guest.”
His reaction is instantaneous.
I can almost hear the metaphorical snap.
A low growl-like sound leaves his lips. Strong hands slide under my butt, lifting me. I gasp and suck in a breath just before my bare back hits the soft sofa cushion and his sinewy body covers mine.
“I’m sorry, little flower,” I whisper, too low for her to actually hear, as I unzip my pants. “My self-restraint is no more.”
My fingers are trembling like those of a drug addict while I push the skirt of her dress up to her waist. They’ve never trembled before. Not when I’ve killed. Not while I’ve destroyed.
They shake now, relentlessly, because even with my higher reasoning rendered practically useless, a speck of awareness remains, insisting that this is the point of no return. If I succumb to the temptation of her tonight, everything that I am will be shattered. There will be no going back.
A needy moan leaves my wife’s lips as soon as my dick touches her entrance. And I lose it completely.
Banished. Disintegrated.
Absolutely obliterated.
My discipline. My willpower. My self-control.
Utterly gone.
What took decades to build has been reduced to rubble.
Byher.
And I never could have imagined that this defeat would feel so sweet.
Goddamned nirvana.
My throbbing dick is ready to burst with merely the tip inside my wife’s welcoming heat.
I’m too fucking big for her.
Even as a primal urge grips me, I find the strength to go slow.
I can’t hurt her.
I won’t.
A fraction of an inch at a time, I push deeper, gliding my palm over her quivering ribcage. She’s so delicate. So fragile. So much smaller than me.
She’s clinging to me, soft mewls falling from her parted lips. Lips I can’t get enough of. I wish I could see her. All of her. Those warm amber eyes. See her smile up at me as I fill her.
I brace most of my weight on my other arm, trying not to crush her. Protecting my Little Iris. So fucking tiny. My opposite, almost in every way. Beautiful, inside and out. Pure of soul. Caring, even when it comes to me. To the brute of a man who does dreadful things. Who feels no remorse, no shame, no sorrow. Who has manipulated this enchanting creature to suit his selfish plans. To marry me.
