Arielle's Last Show

Ariel's POV I sneak into my wife's dressing room, leaning against the wall, and observe her for a while. She looks amazing, and her makeup artist is giving her finishing touches. Her long hair is wild and unrestrained tonight, falling all over her body and highlighting the cream-colored gown she is wearing. I saw her sketch the same dress for Loretta's birthday. It's strange to see it on her this evening. I'm incredibly proud of her and her boundless creativity. When she sees me, her eyes brighten, and I move away from the wall. I smile as she waves everyone away from her chamber, presumably interpreting the expression in my eyes. "Ariel ," she grinned and said. The way she pronounces my name never gets old to me. It is both a sin and a prayer on her lips. I whisper, "Baby." "You are excessively stunning in this. This is too much for me. I already know what the pictures from this presentation will elicit from all of your perverts. She laughs. 'It's the last one, my love," she vows. 'This will be the last show I walk as a professional model. Going future, I'll just pose for my brand whenever I feel like it."It's only fitting that the last show you walk is also your first fashion show. While one door closes, another one opens for you. She gives a nod. "Don't you think that would make for some nice symbolism?" She takes hold of my tie and wraps it around her digits. Still, I'll say this: I want to lick Arielle knee's remarks on my pictures will be missed. I'm curious to hear his thoughts on this last show. I laugh and give a head shake. "I'm pretty sure he's infatuated with you and will keep DMing you with dirty jokes." "Is that accurate?" She chuckles. I nod and think, "Maybe I should start giving him private shows." "I think he would enjoy that." I grab her waist with my hand and draw her in. "A little instance of candor... I've always detested how on stage everyone stare at you. I kiss her lipstick smudging her bottom lip to mine. "My love, I have the utmost respect for you, so I never interfered, but I always wanted everyone to know that you're mine." She lifts her hand to my face and cups my cheek. "I have a good feeling that people seated in the back rows can see my wedding ring." I smirk as I pull her dress up till I've got it bunched around her hips. "Lollipop, it's not enough." I spread her legs and lift her onto her dressing table. "I want to make sure that your thoughts are solely focused on me because every man is staring at you." I run a finger up her thigh and she smiles at me. I snarl, "No fucking panties again." With a chuckle, Arielle runs a hand through my hair. "Ariel ," she utters in a hushed voice. 'When you're in the room, other men just fade away. You've always been the only one for me." I smirk when I understand that she's swiftly getting wet for me. Her desire for my cock is intense after just one touch. I slip two fingers into her, loving the way she moans for me. I grunt, "I fucking love you," and take off my belt. She gasps when I release my cock. "Ariel ," she cautions. 'I need to be on stage in twenty minutes." As I position my cock, I tell her, "I know." "When you walk down that catwalk, you're going to feel my cock because I'm going to fuck you so hard." The world will clamor for you, yet every step you take will serve as a reminder of your true identity. She closes her eyes in pleasure as I press in close to her. "Baby, look at you. You're such a fucking slut, my love. You're smiling so happily as you take my cock in your dressing room. You don't seem to worry that anyone could enter at any time, do you? I push deep into her, and she shakes her head, her eyes going glassy. "Please don't stop," she begs. I laugh and move her hips up a little to make sure I'm hitting her g-spot and giving her the kind of fuck she deserves. "Ariel ," she groans. "Ariel , screw you." I will always be infatuated with her. I will soon be able to spend a whole day listening to her sighing my name. After this fucking show, I'm taking her home, and I'm not allowing her to leave our bed for more than ten minutes at a time for a week straight. "Oh my God," she utters. 'More." I give her what she needs and smirk as I fuck her harder. "I want to avoid hearing any complaints about your pussy hurting later on. Recall that you requested it. Her mouth is parted as she gazes at me, her eyes brimming with want. She says, "Give it to me," and I comply. I give my wife the whole treatment, flying brushes and bottles off her dressing table as I take her. She gets her trousers on faster, and before I know it, she's calling my name like it's a fucking prayer. 'I can't…" she gasps, and then her muscles spasm around my cock, taking me right off the brink with her. I come deep into her, making a mess of her gorgeous pussy, and I smile as I do so. I sigh and pull out to have a look, saying, "Fuck yes." I smile and insert my cum once more into her ass. "My sperm will be streaming down your thighs as you walk down that fucking catwalk," I warn her. "To ensure that you never, ever forget who the fuck you belong to." With lust and affection in equal measure, she nods at me. It always amazes me that I married such a lovely woman. I can't stop smiling while I kiss her because she makes me feel like a fucking king. 'I'll leave you to get ready, Lollipop ," I breathe against her lips. 'I'll be sitting in the front row, cheering you on." I take a step away from her, but she grabs my hand and pulls me back. She gives me another kiss and presses against my chest to send me out, and I laugh. Yes, this is an obsession. Just leaving her for a few moments aches. "What's the reason behind your smile?" As I sit down with Bianca in the assigned chairs, she asks. My sister gags, but I make a sly face. "You two are abhorrent." Grandma approaches us with Arielle's father in tow, and I give her an elbow to tell her to stop talking. He shakes my hand when I smile at him. Arielle doesn't communicate with her mother or sister anymore, but her father still shows up to help her whenever he can. I tell him with sincerity, "I'm glad you're here." With a trace of remorse on his face, he nods at me. He probably regrets he hadn't come by himself, but I think it's much better. Arielle would be better off without Loretta and her mother because they are of the same material. She does not need them. I look around at everyone who attended her farewell performance. Here are Bruno Ferdinand and Andrea as well as my grandmother, Pablo , Richard, Bianca, and others. As Lucas approaches us, Valentina is standing behind him with their hands intertwined, and we all freeze. He smiles at us, but Val doesn't look up. 'Grandma," he adds as he takes a seat next to her. He sits Valentina next to him, in the seat we reserved for Valeria. Then he smiles and turns to see Grandma. "Valentina and I tied the knot," he states plainly. "I need my engagement to be canceled by you." Grandma looks at the two of them, clearly unconvinced.She looks from them to the stage and responds, "We'll see about that." How come? What the fuck is going on, I was so sure that Grandma would welcome Valentina right away? Lucas gives me a look of helplessness, and I shake my head in confusion. We didn't expect him to fucking go out and marry Val when we prodded him, but then again, that was the plan all along, and Lucas is nothing if not effective. My wife enters the stage, the lights go down, the concert begins, and everything else vanishes. She's stunning as usual, and I can't believe I got her. For as long as I live, I will do everything within my power to make sure she never knows that I am unworthy of her. I'm going to bring her such joy that the bright future we have ahead of us will always eclipse the painful past. She is my priority, and I will show her what it means to be someone's true priority for the rest of our lives. She is everything.