Things Falling in place

I stroll into my house, ignoring Loretta's texts, and peek down at my phone. She's been texting me nonstop since I ordered her to leave, asking to see me and work things out. I guess she's finally come to terms with the fact that our relationship has genuinely ended. What on earth was she thinking? Did she think that even after I married Arielle, nothing would change between us? I wouldn't rule anything out for her. She's always been conceited, I just wasn't aware of it before. Or maybe I did, I just decided to ignore it. I stop in the living room doorway and look down at Arielle. She's creating something that seems nothing short of amazing while seated on the couch with her tablet resting on her knee. Fuck it. She ning, and those nightgowns she wears are unbelievably torture. Tonight, she's wearing a crimson one, which looks amazing against her skin. When she informed me she didn't even have a chance with me, there was something in her eyes that I'm not sure I can describe, but it made me heartburn. My wife seems to be fully aware of what she is doing to me, in my opinion. There's always been this thing between us. She glances up at me as soon as I enter the living room, her lips curving into a smile. I suppress a smile as she casually scans over my physique. She's taken to openly observing me, and I adore it. "You're at home now." I settle down beside her and steal a peek at what she's painting, nodding. She has such incredible skill, and I'm excited to watch what she does. "How was your day?" I ask in a quiet voice. This was never the case with Loretta. I've never really sat down with her and just talked about our days. Asking has become a formality; I don't think I've ever really wanted to know what she's been up to either. With Arielle, it's not the same. I'm curious about her motivations and what drives her. I want to know about all the tiny things that she did that day to make her smile. It's strange. "All of my appointments ran late because today's shoot took far longer than I had anticipated. However, I'm pleased with how my new collection is coming together. Some of my friends are being lined up to be my models. My planned marketing effort is going to be fantastic. In the hopes that she may lean in and undo my tie for me, I slightly loosen it. She doesn't move in my direction, but her eyes follow my hands. Arielle has been aloof from me lately, and I'm shocked at how much I've missed her sense of humour. I am solely responsible for it. I should never have said what I said. She asks, "How was your day?" as she returns to drawing on her tablet. It's a question that I will never get used to her asking. Loretta never made a query. We would never talk about anything but our wedding or her job. She would only question me about my day while I was doing a task for her. As I tell her about the tedious meetings I've had and the work I've done for the merger, I watch her draw. Now and then, she looks up at me and nods in agreement as I tell her stories. It's a calm evening. I never realized how much I wanted this. I approach Arielle till her thigh comes into contact with mine. She has a stunning physique, and this nightgown doesn't hide anything at all. When Arielle sees how near I am, her eyes widen and she looks up at me. Her eyes flicker to my lips, but she looks away, placing a little distance between us. Loretta has been aloof ever since she arrived at our house furious about our wedding pictures. Weeks' worth of progress between us seems to have vanished. I groan and get up to walk to our changing room, buried in contemplation. Upon spotting a pair of grey sweatpants, my thoughts reverted to the evening when Arielle sat on my lap and expressed her admiration for me while wearing them. I smile to myself as I strip off my suit and reveal my bare body in my sweatpants. She claimed she would give me a chance when I requested, but she hasn't. She has been cautious, afraid of getting wounded. Time will have to pass before I can allay her anxieties. But I can demonstrate just how much I desire her. As soon as I enter the living room, she looks up from her tablet and then gives me a strange look, her eyes expanding and fixed on my sweats. Hell on wheels. Maybe this wasn't the best decision after all. I will be the one being tempted if she continues to stare at me in that way. As soon as I settle down next to Arielle, she calms down and her cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of pink. I adore her because there's something so pure about her. "Explain to me what you're working on," I say, bending over her and grazing her shoulder with my chin. I smile and bring her closer by putting my arm over her waist. "Ariel," she murmurs. I suppress a smile and give her a naive face. "Hey, could you possibly draw me?" "Can you draw?" I give her tablet a nod. Indeed. Could you please help me? She blushes, then gives a nod. I put my hands around her waist and pull her up till she's straddling me in the same manner as that evening. I would grant her wishes if I could go back in time and relive that evening. "Ariel!" I smile and clamp down harder on her waist. "Arielle, draw a portrait of me. I would like to see how you perceive me. "That doesn't require me to be on your lap." I shrug and bite back a smile. "It will be simpler for you to discern my facial features." Those lines on my face? What kind of nonsense is she making me say right now? Arielle nods, shifts in position, and pulls away till her ass is resting on my knees. Her cheeks pink, she snatches her tablet and looks at me. Her long hair cascades down her body, and her legs are wide so I can see her matching red knickers. She looks so damn gorgeous sitting there. Fuck it. The sight of her hardens my cock, and these sweatpants do nothing to conceal my yearning. My wife draws great attention to my face as I let my eyes wander over her body. She is more than simply physically beautiful. Everything revolves around her. If she and I gave our marriage a chance, how would that look? I never considered the possibility that we could, or that she would want that with me until she said those words. She seems to have believed all along that I am unworthy of her and that she has no chance with me. I gently slipped my hands down her waist and onto her ass, rubbing and playing with her fingers. Disarmed, her mouth opens and she gazes directly into my eyes. Her eyes flicker with something, and when I realise it's wanted, I smile. Arielle looks all over my body, stopping on my erect phallus. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't seeing pain flash in her eyes. "Honest moment," she murmurs. "I can only think of you telling me you wouldn't want me when I'm in this position, reminding me of how I sat in your lap when I got drunk." Fuck it. I should have realised that the lies I told that evening would come back to bite me. Taking a deep breath, I grab her tablet and toss it onto the couch. "Arielle, will you allow me to tell you a secret?" She reluctantly nods. Over the years, several women have sat on my lap, frequently without my request, for various reasons. I've never responded to anyone like this before, except for you. Baby, it's not a normal response. It's a response to you in particular. That previous time, I just couldn't confess it, so I lied. To me as well as to you. I lightly cup her cheek, grazing her lip with my thumb. "Wife, let me share with you another secret. You are fucking gorgeous to me. Fuck, that's what I want to do to you. Her eyes are so full of bewilderment that I can't help but want to take it all away from her. I seize her. Hold my ass firmly and draw her close to me until she's seated directly on top of my cock, mirroring our original positions. "Arielle, do you realize how much I wanted to fuck you that night? You were sitting in my lap, naked, and you're the most gorgeous lady I've ever seen. Your breasts were mashed up against my chest and your exposed pussy was all mine to take. How many times have I mentally relived that night, do you know? I turn my hips and press my manhood up against her. "I see you riding my cock in my dreams, your tits bouncing as you take me completely, my name on your lips." I put my hand in her hair and entice her to come closer while my lips meet hers. "Even in the past, you were my only desire," I mumble as I plant a kiss on her. She groans as I tighten my hold on her hair and she turns her hips in my lap. She fucking drives me crazy. I run my hand down her body till my fingertip tips graze the lace covering her pussy. She groans into my mouth, and I laugh, pushing the cloth away. "Wet," I complain. "Baby, you're usually so wet for me. I adore that quality in you. She gives me a deeper kiss when I insert my finger into her and touch her clit with my thumb. Her hip movements are a fuck. I want her to ride my cock, and she's riding my fucking hand. "Ariel," she groans. "I need you," I tug down my sweatspant to see my cock and smile. "Then, darling, have what you desire. You have me. She gets up and grabs my cock, sinking her teeth into me as she does so. My cock melts into her pussy as I grit my teeth and put my hand around the back of her neck. I'll say it—I'm fucking infatuated with you. Arielle, I'm obsessed. Every kiss and touch. I'm more captivated by everything you do. I'll never be able to break my habit with you. She shifts her hips, and I press closer to her clit, making sure my fingers slide past her every time. She gets closer to having an orgasm herself the closer she gets to me."Ariel, make me a promise. Make it known to me that you are mine forever. I take hold of her hair and draw her in closer, my lips meeting hers. "You have me, Arielle Warren. Indefinitely. I swear. My every desire comes true as she rides my cock harder and smiles against my lips. I sigh, "You're a fucking vision." observing her as she rode me, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair dishevelled. I could come as soon as I saw her. I meet her halfway and plunge into her, whispering, "My wife." She groans into my mouth as I take her harder and her lips meet mine. Watching her approach me more and more will never get old to me. She groans, "Ariel," as her muscles tense around my cock. She comes after me, and she carries me with her. I growl "Fuck," getting deep inside her and pressing my lips to hers. She will always be my favorite. "Arielle," I murmur. "For me, you are it." With a charming smile, she takes a slight step back to confront me. I chuckle as she grips my cheek and plants a kiss on the tip of my nose. She occasionally has the cutest things to say, and damn if that doesn't make me fall even more in love. Ariel Warren, you've always been my perfect match. I've never been happier when I gaze into my wife's eyes. She is all I could ever want for, and I will see to it that she never has any doubts about it.