CHAPTER 7
ILAY
Her lips are on mine beside the bed and her fingers are working at my tie in the golden glow of hundreds of candles while rose petals crush beneath our feet and the city lights of Moscow twinkle through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind us.
She tastes like want and desperation and mine.
"Eager," I murmur against her mouth and she pulls back just enough to look at me with those green eyes gone dark.
"I've been waiting all day for this, for you, thinking about what you'd do to me tonight while I sat at my desk pretending to care about paperwork."
I take her chin in my hand and tilt her face up so she has no choice but to look at me. "Is that so?"
"Yes."
"What were you thinking about?"
"This." She presses her body closer to mine until I can feel every curve through the silk of her dress. "You. What you'd do to me the second we were alone."
"Tell me."
"I'd rather you show me."
I smile at her, slow and dangerous, and watch the shiver run down her spine. "Turn around."
She obeys and I brush her red hair over one shoulder so I can see the zipper running down the back of the champagne dress that I picked out for her, the one that hugs every curve and makes her look like she belongs on a red carpet.
I drag the zipper down slowly, one tooth at a time, watching the fabric part to reveal the smooth expanse of her back and the dimples at the base of her spine that I want to press my lips against.
"You wore this for me," I say against her ear and she shivers.
"You bought it for me."
"I did." I push the fabric off her shoulders and let it fall, pooling at her feet in a puddle of silk. "And now I'm taking it off you."
She's wearing nothing underneath except a scrap of lace that barely qualifies as underwear and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her standing there in candlelight with her red hair spilling over her bare shoulders like fire.
"No bra," I observe and my voice comes out rougher than I intended.
"It didn't work with the dress."
"Convenient."
"I thought you'd appreciate it."
I drag my hands down her sides, feeling the goosebumps rise beneath my palms, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips until my fingers hook into the waistband of that flimsy lace.
"These need to go."
"Then take them off."
I fist the fabric in my hand and rip.
She gasps as the lace tears apart in my grip and falls to the floor in shreds and I toss the ruined scraps aside without a second thought because I'll buy her a hundred more pairs just so I can destroy them all.
"Ilay, those were expensive."
"I don't care."
"You're the one who bought them."
"And I'll buy you more." I spin her around to face me and drink in the sight of her standing completely naked in the candlelight with the city glittering behind her like she's some kind of goddess descended from the heavens just for me.
"I'll buy you a thousand pairs and rip every single one off you if that's what it takes to get you naked faster. "
Her breath catches and her pupils dilate and I can see her pulse fluttering in her throat.
"Sit on the bed."
She backs up until her legs hit the mattress and she sits on the edge and looks up at me with those big green eyes waiting for instruction like the obedient little wife she pretends not to be.
"Spread your legs."
Her thighs part slowly and I can see how wet she already is, glistening in the low light, and my cock strains against my trousers at the sight of her pussy bare and dripping for me.
"Now touch yourself."
Her eyes widen and her lips part. "What?"
"You heard me, Iris. I want to watch my wife play with her pretty little pussy while I sit here and enjoy the show."
"Ilay..."
"Do it."
Her hand moves between her thighs, hesitant at first, two fingers pressing against her clit in slow circles while her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment and arousal.
I lower myself into the chair across from the bed and unbutton my suit jacket and settle back to watch her like she's the most fascinating thing I've ever seen, because she is.
"That's it."
She bites her lip and her hips shift on the mattress as she touches herself for me.
"You think about me when you do this alone in our bed, don't you?"
"Yes."
"What do you think about?"
"Your hands." Her breath hitches and her fingers move a little faster. "Your mouth. You inside me, stretching me open, making me take every inch."
"Filthy wife, lying in our bed touching herself and thinking about her husband's cock."
"Only you, Ilay. Only ever you."
"Show me how you make yourself come when I'm not there to do it for you."
Her fingers move faster but she's rushing, barely grazing her clit, skipping over the buildup and trying to race to the finish line because she's too desperate to draw it out.
"Stop."
Her hand freezes between her thighs and she looks at me with wide eyes.
"That's not how you do it."
"I was—"
"You're rushing and you're barely touching yourself properly and I know for a fact you can do better than that."
"I'm nervous." Her voice comes out small and breathy. "You're staring at me."
"I'm always going to stare at you because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I will never get tired of looking at you, so you better get used to it."
I stand from the chair and cross the room and push her hand away from her pussy because if she's going to come tonight it's going to be because of me.
"Let me show you how it's done."
"Ilay—"
"Lie back."
She obeys and her red hair fans across the white sheets and her body is laid out before me like an offering and I have to take a breath to steady myself because the sight of her like this never fails to make me feel like a man possessed.
"Wider." I push her thighs apart until she's spread open for me completely. "I want to see everything you have to offer me."
I settle between her legs and bring my fingers to her pussy, finding her slick and swollen and so wet that my fingers slide through her folds with no resistance at all.
"This is how you touch this pretty cunt." I drag one finger through her folds with agonizing slowness, circling her clit but never quite giving her the pressure she needs. "You don't rush because rushing means you miss out on the buildup and the buildup is the best part."
She whimpers beneath me and her hips try to lift off the bed but I press them back down with my free hand.
"Don't move. You lie there and take what I give you and nothing more."
"Please..."
"Please what?"
"More. I need more."
"Greedy cunt, always needing more, never satisfied with what she's given."
I slide two fingers inside her and curl them upward against that spot that makes her legs shake and she cries out and grabs fistfuls of the sheets beneath her.
"Feel that?" I pump my fingers slowly, stretching her open, feeling her walls clench around me. "That's how wet you are for me, dripping down my fingers, soaking the sheets, making a mess of yourself because you can't control how badly you need me inside you."
"I can't help it."
"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 I don'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."