Page 96 of Honey's Special Roux

Dinner went by quickly once Quita had her nuggets. We all ate and talked about different things. It was so surreal to be seated at the table with my three kids and husband. Sometimes, it felt like a dream.

I had the perfect life, a successful business, healthy kids, and a husband who looked at me like I was the brightest star in the galaxy. We had lows, but the highs always outweighed them. To think about where we’d started to now was almost unbelievable. God really did his big one in healing and growing us both to be the perfect spouses and parents.

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After dinner, Chamille pulled up. She was dressed in her pajamas and brought flavored bags of popcorn for the movie night she had planned with the kids. Quis liked to act like he was too cool for the festivities, but he came down in his pajamas, ready to join the movie night.

It took several attempts to get out of the door, but the drive to the hotel was quick once we were in the car. Marquise reserved a presidential suite at an expensive hotel downtown. We would be there for the night, and it was nice to have a break from being parents to be lovers again.

I planned on utilizing all my vocal cords tonight.

The hotel was beautiful. It was decorated in shimmering lights and rose petals. There were scented candles lit around the room, so I know he had someone come in and do this before we arrived. We took showers together, washing each other sensually before we lay across the bed naked and tangled under the covers.

“I love you, husband,” I stated as I rubbed my fingers along the length of his chest. His tattooed skin made my mouth water. The way we loved each other was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His love was raw, unconditional, and powerful. He made me want to be a better woman. He made me want to be a better mother.

“I love you, wife,” he replied. He dipped his head down to kiss my lips. Those beautiful, soft, juicy lips still made my heart flutter and my pussy throb.

“I’m grateful for every year we’ve spent together since your release. Six years of marriage is huge. I pray we’re able to grow old and be grandparents together.”

“I ain’t trying to be a pawpaw any time soon. We got at least another decade or two, I hope.”

I laughed. “You’re right.”

“I can’t even imagine my baby girls dating. I might have to load my Glock and keep that bitch on me. Let one of these snotty nose little boys try something with my girls. Watch me catch a case?—”

“Calm down, dude. How would you feel if somebody’s daddy was doing the same shit aimed at Quis?”

He frowned. “I would kill a nigga for even thinking about threatening our son.”

“Exactly. Be gentle with the girls and their potential boyfriends. My dad was against us dating back in the day, but he trusted me enough to know I would make good decisions.”

“Those good decisions resulted in me taking your virginity when we had no business fucking.”

I giggled. “It all worked out in the end.”

“It sure did. I prayed countless days to be the man you deserved. I’m so glad I did the work in addition to the prayers to make it happen.”

“Amen.”

I looked deep into his eyes and saw the story inside those brown orbs. Marquise had been dealt a terrible hand and still made something of himself. Not only had he gotten his education, but he also invested in himself and my business. He was no longer tied to illegal shit but had garnered millions of dollars in revenue over the years.

Our children had a role model worth looking up to. I had a husband I was proud to have on my arm. His past did not define him. His past was not the end of him. He may have had issues with his anger, but three kids had taught him a different type of patience.

God blessed us with three examples of our love. I would have had more, but I think three was a good number. We were getting on up in age, and any more kids would put my health at risk.

Our playful kisses morphed into something filled with heat and passion. My body called out to him. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me. I needed to feel him deep inside of me. I tugged him on top of me and locked my legs around him.

“I want to feel it in my soul.” I moaned against his lips.

“You ain’t got to tell me twice, baby.”

We knew each other’s bodies damn near better than we knew our own. We moved in perfect harmony as our centers became one. His tip inched into my entrance. My warmth greeted him with a wet hug as he filled me completely. I gasped as he removed himself and plunged back into me. The slow, powerful strokes were always my favorite. I loved the sight of him, lip tucked between his teeth, as he made love to me. No matter the type of sex we had, it was done with love.

“You feel so good on this dick, beautiful. Even after all these years, you’re the only woman I ever want to make love to.”

“I better be.” I placed my hands flat on his back as I held him close.

Some women needed a variety of dick before they settled down with a man. For over twenty years, the only man I’d ever granted access to me was Marquise. I didn’t need to try anyone else. No one spoke about the increased sexual hunger that came with being in your thirties. Marquise kept me satiated even when my hormones raged.

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