Page 58 of Stay with Me

He comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. I look up into his eyes and see the heat in his gaze. I already know what’s on his mind. However, we need to talk first.

“Tell me the truth. Did you tell them what I told you about Rem and Knight?”

He comes to stand before me and palms the side of my face. “You already know I didn’t. Whatever we say in here is between us. I mean, come on. Did you not see them today.

“Anyone could pick up on what’s going on between them. They’re the only ones in denial. I give it a month, and they’ll be together. If not sooner.”

“I don’t think you’re wrong on that one. Rem just needs to allow herself to be happy.”

“Enough about them. I want to spend time with my wife and remind her I’m still so in love with her. Come here, Saga. Let me worship you.”

“Only if you play the album while we have sex,” I say with a smile.

“I can make that happen,” he croons as his towel begins to tent.

I give him a smile as I reach into the towel and begin to stroke him. His eyes become hooded, and his lips part. His hair is down and still damp. It’s gotten longer in the last two years. It’s now at his waist.

Placing a hand on his soft skin, I push his hair out of the way and lean in to kiss his abs. He pulls his hair up and twists it into a bun before stroking the side of my face.

“I thought you wanted music. That’s not going to happen if you keep that up,” he says.

I release him and allow him to go turn on the sound system. When he’s done, he returns and towers over me. Some days I’m still in awe that this is my husband, and I love him so much.

I know he wants to do another album. I hate that he believes I wouldn’t want him to. We’ll make it work if he wants to go on tour.

Tonight, I want to show him that I still love him and support anything he decides. I have my issues with the situation, but I trust my husband.

I know how to handle the rest, so he needs to know we’re a team and this works because we are. I am his today, tomorrow, and for our lifetime. He’s my other half.

“Babe, you know I want you to be happy, right?” I say as I reach into his towel again.

“Yeah, baby,” he groans.

“I think you should do the album. I can see the music playing in your head. These are your songs, not songs you should give to someone else. Do what makes you happy.”

“Are you sure?” he says as he looks down at me lovingly.

“Positive,” I purr before I take him into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he grunts as I bob my head on his shaft.

I will never get tired of this. His thick dick feels amazing in my mouth. Knowing I can bring this big sexy man to his knees gives me this sense of power I didn’t know until meeting him.

I work him with my mouth and hands, showing him just how much I enjoy doing this just for him. Only for him. He throws his head back and groans my name.

Right as it starts to get messy and nasty, he pulls from my mouth and drops his towel to the floor. The roles are reversed in the blink of an eye. I’m on my back panting and moaning as he devours my core.

I relax into the feel of my husband pleasuring me as I remember our sons aren’t going to interrupt and they’re not going to take over our bed tonight.

“Bishop, yes, baby. Yes,” I cry out.

He hums into me in pleasure. “That’s right, sing for me. I want to hear you loud and clear tonight. It’s been too long since I’ve snatched your voice. Scream as loud as you want, baby. Let me know you feel me,” he croons against my lower lips.

“Fuck, Bishop. I’m coming already,” I cry as I grasp the sheets.

“Go on and come. That’s just the first one of the night. I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. I’m ready for all you want to give me and more.”

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