Page 36 of The Devoted Husband

“That’s true, but everything’s always better with you. I hate how things started when you first got back, but I’m really glad you came home.”

“I’m glad I came home too.”

Silence found them briefly before they started singing and rapping along with the songs that came on. When they reached the hotel, Dante got them checked in, and they headed to their suite. They showered together and climbed into bed. Even though Dante cut on the TV, it was more for the noise as they drifted off to sleep. He pulled her into his arms, onto his chest, and felt immediate relief.

“I missed you so much, Smiley.”

“I missed you too.”

She kissed his bare chest—once...twice...before making her way up his frame. Their lips connected as his shaft hardened. Dante flipped her over, hovering over her frame.

So much for going straight to sleep.

His hands slipped under her gown. Her hand wrapped around his wrist, quickly pulling it away from her stomach. Before he could break the kiss and question her, Sade was sliding it between her legs. As he licked and sucked her nipples, quiet moans escaped her. They grew louder when his mouth covered her clit.

“You’re s-so good at that,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider. “Just like that, Tay.”

He continued to apply pressure and licked her swollen bud, fingering her until she came. But he didn’t stop. Dante replaced his fingers with his tongue and continued to eat until she couldn’t take anymore. As she pulled him up her frame, he wiped his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if Atlas ate her pussy like that. If he made her come the way he did. If she told him that he was good at pleasing her too. Squeezing his eyes shut, he inhaled a shaky breath.

“Hey,” she called sweetly, cupping his cheek. “Where’d you go?”

Giving her a soft smile, Dante shook his head. “I’m right here, baby.”

He inched his way inside of her, loving the sight of her trembling chin as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. His strokes started slowly before shifting to a hard, medium pace

“You don’t have to be quiet here,” he said against her ear before licking it. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

The demand only seemed to intensify her pleasure. She leaked against him, moaning his name as she clawed his back. Her walls pulsed against him as he lengthened his stroke, willing himself not to come at the same time as her. For what he wanted to do to her body, it would take all night.

Atlas

His eyes scanned the room, settling on her panties and gown that lay on the edge of the bed. Atlas grabbed the silk gown and rubbed it against his face before an even more sinister plan popped into his brain. He went to the closet, picking up the panties she’d worn that day. His body shivered as he inhaled her scent.

Stuffing the panties in his pocket, Atlas went down the hall. He’d need to be quiet; otherwise, her grandparents or the twins might hear him. Slowly, he opened the bathroom door, grateful she showered the same way everywhere—with her back turned and eyes closed as she sang or hummed.

That evening, the song for her shower concert was an unfamiliar tune, but the sound of her voice was entertaining, nonetheless. Sade couldn’t sing for shit, but she did so with a passion that he admired, and it always made him smile.

The longer he stared at her silhouette through the foggy shower door, the more aroused he became. He pulled his shaft out, stroking it until his seeds spilled onto the ground.

Before he could grab a hand towel and wipe it up, Sade said, “All right, I guess I’ve been in here long enough.”

Carefully, Atlas slipped out of the bathroom and crossed the hall to her room. He went out of the window just as easily as he’d climbed inside, chuckling at the sound of her squeal. Had she stepped in the surprise he’d left for her?

Hours Later

When he was sure Sade was asleep, Atlas went back through the window. For a while, he stared at her, amazed by her beauty. A point came where he could no longer resist getting closer. Where he could no longer resist her skin. He stripped down to his boxers and gently climbed into bed with her. She stirred slightly, causing him to still.

Atlas waited until her soft snores started back up, and then he wrapped his arm around her. His nose stroked her cheek before he kissed it. She squirmed slightly, muttering inaudibly in her sleep.

“It’s just me,” he whispered as the pads of his fingers slid down her arm.

“Dante?”

His head jerked as he looked down at her in the darkness. Ignoring her comment, Atlas pulled her closer.

“I love you. You’ll always be mine.”

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