One at a time, he grabs the back of my knees and puts my legs over his shoulders. My cry of surprise morphs into a needy moan when I feel it. His tongue. Licking along my slit, laving between my folds.
I pant. My heart is beating like an erratic drum, and suddenly, there isn’t enough air. What is this man doing to me? His every touch… Sweet Jesus! Everything inside me sings! Senses completely scrambled. Awash in pleasure unlikeanything else. Because of him. Because of what only he makes me feel. This man, who instead of seeking his own thrills, seems to be worshiping me.
My fingers rake through Adriano’s strands, my back arches off the mattress as he feasts on my pussy. His strokes are fast, feral even, there’s no tenderness in his approach. No softness. Just raw claiming. Voracious appetite. Insatiable hunger.
I’m lost.
My body shudders with each lick. Legs trembling. The coil in my core winds tighter and tighter. My body is taut. I can’t… I can’t hold on… His lips close around my clit, and he sucks hard on it. And I explode. A shrill scream erupts from me. My hips lift, ready to take flight, but my husband’s strong arms hold me down. All while his unrelenting tongue continues his ravenous, beautiful torment.
I circle the tip of my tongue around her sensitive nerve bundle, licking each drop of her sweet, sweet nectar. The proof of the pleasure I gave her. The pleasure I will give her again and again. With my mouth. My fingers. My cock. Jesus, she tastes like pure fucking heaven. Like innocence. Like mine.
I play with her clit, letting my teeth scrape her swollen flesh, feeling it pulse against my tongue. And then I resume sucking. She moans, rocking forward. Good God. The sounds she makes. I’ve built an empire. Destroyed others. Seized power that very few could even fathom. Yet nothing has ever satisfied me more than her ardent mewls, her pants, her soft cries while she comeson my tongue. While my face is coated in her essence. While her intoxicating scent boggles my mind.
I can tell that no other man has ever made her come this hard before, and no man other than me ever will again. My wife’s pussy is mine. No other man will ever get near it. No other man will ever taste it, feel it, or hear her decadent sounds. Not even in his mind. If any asshole even thinks about it…I’ll gut him like a pig. She’s mine. My pure little flower. My Little Iris.
Carefully, I lower her pretty behind to the bed. A shaky breath leaves her as her gorgeous body melts on the satin sheets. She quivers, shuddering with the aftershocks.
My wife is a vision. A sight I can’t look away from as she reaches out to take off my shirt. To unzip my pants. My poor dick is so damn hard it’s beyond painful, and seeing her now, flushed from the orgasms I gave her, only makes it harder. I’m barely holding on to my control. Goddamnit, I could come right now, simply by being near her. By watching her.
Her hair is a tangled mess, with sandy strands falling across her face and blindfold. It got that way from my hands and from how she thrashed on the bed while I ate her out. Her lips are swollen from my kisses. Her skin is iridescent with a thin layer of sweat. Because of me. Because of what I made her feel. No artist, past or present, could ever depict the divine dream that she is. Would never even come close. Nothing in this world is as beautiful as her. Sprawled on the pearly white satin sheets, with her legs open and her pussy glistening. For me.
As soon as my clothes are off, I cover her trembling body with mine. Everywhere we make contact, I feel the electric zap. Heat, that spreads in waves through the rest of me. Fire igniting in my blood. I almost come from that sensation alone. From the feel of her silky skin beneath me. Her welcoming touch.
Goner. I’m a complete goner.
Lowering my head, I press my lips to her forehead and thrust my cock deep into her still pulsing, wet warmth. She jerks from the sudden intrusion, sucking in a sharp intake of air. Fuck, was I too hard? Too forceful? Did I hurt her? Gathering whatever strength is left in me, I start to slowly pull out.
Her hands grab my shoulders, short nails sinking into my flesh. Not letting me go.
“Again. Harder.”
Two words.
More than enough to make me lose control.
I grab the headboard above her head and thrust back inside her body. Moans, little cries fill the room as she clings to me while I pound into her relentlessly. Time and space cease to exist. Reason is gone. There’s only her. The way she screams out her pleasure. The way she falls apart in my arms. That becomes the only measure for the hours that pass.
I fuck my wife, again and again, into the early hours of the morning. Until she’s so utterly exhausted she falls asleep tucked into my side. All too soon, a single knock on the door shatters the illusion. Forcing me to return to reality.
I kiss my Little Iris’s sweet face one more time, and then unwrap my body from her sleeping form.
Last time,I vow.
I won’t degrade myself again. Won’t come here just so I can sleep with my wife.
So I can touch her.
Feel her touch.
This lunacy will end.
Lies.
All lies.
Chapter 30
Two months later
