The Art Of Seduction

Atlas

I watch my wife get ready for her stage appearance. She's the love of my life, my world.

I chuckle and shake my head. "I have it on good authority that he's obsessed with you and will continue to DM you perverted shit."

"Is that so?" She laughs. "Maybe I should start giving him private shows."

I nod. "I think he'd like that." I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer. "Moment of honesty... I've always hated the way everyone looks at you on stage." I lower my lips to hers, smearing her lipstick with a kiss. "I never interfered because I have the utmost respect for you, my love, but I always wanted everyone to know that you're mine."

She lifts her hand to my face and cups my cheek. "I'm relatively certain that my wedding ring is visible even to those sitting in the back rows."

I smirk as I pull her dress up until I've got it bunched around her hips. "It's not enough, darling." I lift her on top of her dressing table and spread her legs. "As every man stares at you, I want to make sure that your thoughts are only on me."

She grins at me when I trail a finger up her thigh. "No fucking panties again," I growl.

Lydia giggles and buries a hand through my hair. "Atlas," she says, her voice husky. "When you're in the room, other men just fade away. You've always been the only one for me.

"Atlas," she groans. "I need you closer tonight."

I smile as I kiss her stomach, and then her hipbone, slowly making my way up, until I reach her breasts. "Yeah? Tell me what you want, Lydiq."

"I want you to fuck me, Atlas. I need you to take me hard and rough. Make it impossible for me to think of anything else."

I smile as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck down on it. Her words are like fucking music to my ears.

I move up higher and press my cock against her. Lydia lifts her hips in an attempt to get me to slide in, and I chuckle. "You want my cock that badly, baby?"

She nods, her hands threading through my hair. I push in slowly, enjoying the way her lips fall open, the way ecstasy overtakes her gaze. "Atlas," she moans, before wrapping a hand over her lips.

"Nah," I whisper. "I'm not having any of that. I'll make you scream my name tonight, baby."