Reassurance

I whisper as I leave Arielle's bathroom, "You've been quiet all evening." I watch my wife as I slouch back against the wall. She is only on a towel, sitting in front of her mirror looking blank. It hardly takes her more than a few minutes, therefore she has been combing her hair for several minutes now. I can roughly predict her mental state.She glances up at me through the mirror, smiles, and sets down her hairbrush, but she does not approach me. Rather, her eyes return to her face, and her staring at her reflection tears my heart. She and I have been living in surroundings that have been conducive to our marriage. Everyone around us has behaved like my past with Loretta is non-existent, and the fact that very few people ever even knew about Loretta and me made it much simpler to live in our facade. Though this has exceeded my expectations in the worst sense, I expected this journey to be difficult. I should have done more to help her feel better, but without violating my pledge to her, nothing else I could have done. I tried my best to keep the peace and put her father first, but I should not have as she begged me to do. " Arielle." Walking over to her, I grab her hand and quickly drag her to her feet. She gasps as she slams into me, and I smile and put my arms around her. "Ariel," she replies, her voice low and tinged with grief. She hurts me when she stiffens my hug. She is not herself here; I wish I could simply bring her home. "Lollipop," I say as I slant in and touch her lips. She tenses, and I feel loss washing over me. Usually, she would have had as she got to her tiptoes, kissing me in the way she knows drives me crazy. She avoids my touch here, now, though. My hold is strong, I let my fingers follow her spine till they are buried in her hair. My wife is forced to face me, but she still avoids looking at me. "Baby, look at me." Her long lashes flutter for a time, then she glances up at me, tears filling her eyes as she inhales shakily. Fuck is the name. "Ariel," she says, my name on her lips a plea. "Please do not." Tonight I am unable to accomplish this. Tonight I cannot maintain the pretence. You know that Arielle; we stopped acting long ago. She stare into my eyes, and my lovely, powerful wife seems broken. "Did we?" she enquires. Or are we merely kidding ourselves? She turns her eyes away and presses against my chest, but I am not letting her go. Not right now. Not like this. "Just now, Loretta stated this would be the first time in years the three of us would be spending the night in the same house, didn't she? Why then, Ariel? Do you know? Not able to keep my eyes off her, I shake my head. My heart is pounding and I am afraid. Though I have her in my arms, I feel as though I am losing her. As a tear slips down her cheek, I catch it with my thumb. "I could hear you two," she says softly. "That wall against which my bed is pushed? Loretta sleeps from the other side of that wall. I could hear you two every single night you stayed over. Her groans of your name caught me. I could hear how loving you were of her, how deeply you wanted her. Fuck. Fuck.You know, I considered myself to be past it. Still, the recollections trouble me. Ariel still suffers. Having thought I could handle the suffering, seeing you with her today makes me rethink. I.. She pushes against my chest once again, and I grab her hair, slanting her face toward mine as I lower my lips to hers. My lips brush against hers, and Arielle inhales timidly. I kiss her lovingly, gently, slowly, spending my time with her soothing her in the only way I know how to. As I intensify our kiss, her arms encircle my neck and I pull her flush against me; my tongue runs over her lips in a need for more. She opens to me, and I gently tease my wife to show her she is the only one I desire. She pulls away, the desire I sparked in her dousing flickering in her eyes as she steps away from me and looks to the wall by her bed. The distant sound of a door closing. I wouldn't let that discourage me; Loretta had probably just gone into her bedroom. Even myself startled by the passion with which I wanted to reassure my wife. I seldom remotely worry about Loretta; Arielle is all I can think about. I say no, pulling her back to me and lowering my forehead to hers. "I am not allowing you to leave. I apologize, sweetheart. I apologise. Though I cannot wipe those memories, I promise you they are not as important as the present; if you allow me to try to rewrite them, please. Surely that is what I promised you in the car? Fuck past, Lollipop. Right now, you and I are all I give any thought to. She moves slightly to meet my eyes, her eyesight probing. Her look at me reveal such great uncertainty; all I want to do is remove them. Pulling on her towel, I let her towel drop to the floor and then approach closer to her smiling at her. Arielle looks at me wide-eyed as she moves backward until her bed is hit by the back of her legs. I smile as I prod her shoulder and she falls asleep staring at me. "Ariel," she says, her voice cautions. I laugh as I let my towel drop to the floor and grab my cock, pounding up and down. "Just looking at you makes me tough, sweetheart. Do you not know what you do to me? I lean in between her thighs and raise her leg to my lips to softly kiss her skin. Arielle gasps; the sound is so fucking beautiful. I reach her pussy and leave a path of kisses on the inside of her thigh, then breathe deeply. "Your scent smells like fucking Lollipop." She laughs, and this is the first actual laugh I have heard all evening. "This is the soap I use." Loving the way she bites down on her lip, I glance at her and kiss her exactly on top of her pussy. "You're already wet for me, aren't you, baby?" I drag my tongue up till I had it mashed against her clit, widening her legs. With one hand she covered her mouth and buried the other in my hair. "Ariel," she says in agony. "I need you closer tonight." I kiss her tummy, then her hipbone, gently rising till I reach her breasts. I grin. Indeed? Tell me what you want, Arielle. Ariel, I want you to fuck me. You have to take me hard. Make me incapable of thinking of anything else. I grin as I suck down her nipple into my lips. Her comments to me sound to be like fucking music. I climb higher and plant my cock against her. I laugh when Arielle lifts her hips trying to persuade me to slide in. "You want my cock that badly, baby?" She nodded while her hands worked through my hair. I gently press in, savoring the way her lips open and the way bliss takes the front stage. She groans "Ariel," then covers her lips with a palm."Nah," I mutter. I am not experiencing any of that. Tonight, my name will be screamed by you, sweetheart. Her head shakes, and I laugh. She is considering the feelings of others even now. Not one. fuck that. Pulling almost out, I smile at her as I shove hard in her preferred direction. She groans into her hand as her bed crashes against the wall, and I am not getting enough. As I do it all over again, loving the way she strives to keep in control of her pleasure and fails, I keep a close eye on her. " You know what?," said I whisper, then pull out from her. I giggle as I flip her over; she wails. For me, lollipop ,get on your hands and knees.She does as asked, and I slink in to appreciate the way her pussy is on show for me. I groan, right as I gently knead her ass, "I've always wanted you this way." I lower my lips and taste her; my tongue lapping at her, I tease her clit. Her moaning is amazing. I smile as I push two fingers inside her while I keep torturing her clit, loving the way her moans get louder when I locate her G-spot. I'm trying to wipe every single terrible memory she carries about. She should remember the way I made her pant my name when she stepped into this room; nothing else. When I have Arielle at the brink, I speed down on her clit and my moans come faster, louder. That works for her; she comes all over my tongue, my name on her lips. I back off and get to my feet before I raise her into my arms. She rolls her legs around me as I force her against the wall. As I guide my cock inside her pussy, I tell Arielle, "I need you." I pushed into her calm room, the sounds we were creating upsetting her peace. "Oh God, Ariel," she groans as she closes her legs around my waist. I fuck her hard, and fast, holding onto her hips tightly and making her take all of me. She says, "It's too deep." She pants. "No," I respond to her. "You could grab it, sweetie. Look at how nicely you are managing my cock. Her head back, she says, "Oh God." I grin and slink in, kissing her exposed neck to cause her another groan. I leave a little mark when I suck down on her neck. "I cannot hold it, sweetheart, when you sigh like that. You drive me fucking nuts. I step back slightly to check her. Her pupils dilated, her eyes full of longing and her lips slightly parted. "You are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen; I will never get enough of you." She groans, "Ariel," and I fuck her harder, taking her roughly, without pity, without any thought for the cacophony we are generating. Her G-spot is being rubbed against my angle, and her groaning for me indicates I have her close. "I love you," I say quietly. With all I am, Arielle, I fucking love you. Her expression of so much love makes me hardly able to see. "I love you more, Ariel". I sigh, unable to stand it for even a moment more: "Fuck." I reach deep within her, my forehead resting against hers. "I'm not done with you," I warn her. "There's no fucking way I'll let you sleep tonight." She laughs; this is the first joyful sound she has produced since we arrived. I will do all necessary to copy it. .