The Movie premiere

I am concerned since Arielle has been so silent since our arrival. She's been really gracious and funny in answering all of our questions and smiling for the camera, but lately she's been acting distant, even though she hasn't removed her hand from mine unless absolutely necessary. As we ascend to the private balcony from which we will be viewing the screening, my heart rushes with anticipation. Never before have I worried so much about someone else. No matter how envious she got of the actresses I managed, I never felt bad about myself or worried about Loretta. I knew she had nothing to worry about. Arielle is an exception. Whether or not her concerns are justified, I need her to be okay. I bring our clasped hands to my lips as we settle into our seats, gently kissing the back of her hand. Her gaze meets mine, and the intensity of her expression strikes me square in the chest. For some reason, she appears distressed and incredibly depressed. All I know is that I must be the reason for it. I tighten my grip on her hand and lean in to plant a kiss to her shoulder, then placing my lips just below her ear. 'What's going on, baby? Give me a minute of honesty. Tell me why your gorgeous eyes are clouded with sorrow." She turns her face, her nose brushing against mine. I smirk and tilt my head, snatching a kiss. I expected her to kiss me back, but instead, she pulls away. I frown, and she shakes her head. 'Arielle," I say, softly cupping her chin to keep her gaze on mine. 'What's going on?" Her eyes widen as she stare past me, and I have no doubt that Loretta just took her seat right next to me, but I couldn't care less. All I Care about is the pain in my wife's eyes. 'Ariel," she gasps, her voice breaking. She leans in, her lips brushing across my ear. 'I just… I don't want to hurt her. She's my sister, Ariel, and granted, she's not been the finest version of herself lately, but I adore her. I remember what it was like to see you with her at these type of occasions, and I don't want her to feel that same kind of agony. But simultaneously… I'm jealous of the way she keeps looking at you, the pictures the two of you continued taking, the interviews you just did together. I'm… I'm just so jealous, and I hate myself for it." My eyes widen, and she pushes away, her cheeks flushed. Fucking hell. This woman. I imagined she'd want to make it clear to Loretta that I'm hers, that our marriage isn't the farce Loretta hoped it'd be. I was so convinced that she'd want to stake her claim, yet here she is, suffering in silence because she doesn't want to hurt her sister. Fuck. I suppose I'm done for. I think I'm falling in love with my wife. Hell, I think I may have been in love with her for far longer than I'd ever acknowledge to myself. The movie starts, but all I can focus on is my wife. She focusses forward, her spine straight, and I'm fucking enthralled. She looks gorgeous in this dress and I adore every second of seeing her in it, yet I can't wait to get her home so I can fuck every last insecurity out of her.Loretta leans against me and smiles. 'Do you remember this scene?" she says, just loud enough for Arielle to hear her too. 'You flew out to meet me on set, and you watched me film this. Afterward, we travelled to that vineyard that gave us the idea to get married in one ourselves." Arielle tenses, and I tighten my grip on her hand. 'I still remember the way you laid my down in that meadow we found as we toured the surrounding areas." Arielle bites down on her lip and pulls her hand out of mine, and I grit my teeth as I glare at Loretta. 'Enough," I snapped, my voice hushed. Loretta grins at me provocatively. 'Don't pretend you can't remember. I vividly recall how impatient you were. We should visit that vineyard again and replay some of those memories." I stare at her in bewilderment. My wife, who has every fucking right to me, is sitting next to me quietly because she doesn't want to hurt her sister. Meanwhile, Loretta is purposefully making stabs at Arielle's heart. 'Have some fucking respect," I admonish her. 'Need I remind you that I'm married? To your sister, no less." She shrugs. 'It's just a title and a piece of paper. I don't give a shit, Ariel. We both know that you will completely forget that you are married the moment that you and I are alone in a room. You constantly do.Arielle takes a short breath, and when I look at her, she's wiping a tear from her eye. Her tears betray her, but her countenance is bland as she looks straight ahead. Fuck it. The few folks on our balcony look up in astonishment as I stand up. "Go," I say emphatically. "My secretary will locate seats for you to view the film." Everyone gets to their feet, their expressions enquiring, but they are too smart to complain aloud. Loretta stays in her seat as JIM leads them out in silence. "Leave," I command her. "Me?" "Are you going to walk away on your own, or are you going to need my bodyguards to help you?"With wide eyes, she stands up. "Are you serious?" You are unable to remove me. "Watch me." Loretta freezes for a second when I nod to one of my bodyguards. "Are you crazy?" she queries. "I am the film's main star." I give a shrug. "So, since my wife and I won't be watching your movie here, I highly suggest you watch it from somewhere else." Arielle stands up, putting her hand on my arm. "Ariel," she utters in a quiet voice. "Go ahead and leave it." I give her a quick look and put my arm around her waist. I give her a straightforward "No," then turn back to face Loretta. "Out."Loretta clenches her jaw and glare at the camera. Ariel, you'll regret how you've treated me. There have always been highs and lows for us, and this is no exception. I can assure you that if you push yourself too far, you will regret it. Then she leaves, my bodyguards following closely after. "She's right, you know," Arielle remarks in a dull voice. You'll be sorry you did that. You've never been brave enough to harm her. You don't have to begin right away on my behalf. With my heart pounding, I turn to face my wife and softly cup her cheek. If you think I'm going to sit there and watch you fight back tears, you're fucking crazy. Arielle, you're my wife. To me, she is nothing more than your sister. My former relationship with her doesn't interest me, and I don't want to hear about it either. We both know that she was intentionally hurting you, so I won't fucking sit here and let her do it. Arielle, don't even consider offering an explanation for her. I bring her face up to mine, pinching her chin. Arielle, you're all mine. I shall always have you. How much time will it take you to understand that? You're my spouse. It is impossible for someone to injure or offend you. Not on my fucking watch, for sure. I roughly pull her closer, digging my hand into her hair and hardening my grip. "When are you going to admit that you are the one who controls my heart? I would let you to act like a crazy, envious wife and throw the biggest fucking tantrum anyone has ever seen. How long will it take you to recognise that I am yours? "Are you?" she asks, despair shining in her eyes. "Are you mine? Or, like you always do, will you finally turn back to her? I ran my fingers over her scalp and then plucked a handful of her hair, balling it up into a fist. I move her face closer to mine and then lean in to give her a fierce, painful kiss. Arielle groans against my lips and puts her hands up my chest, around my neck with her arms. Pulling up her dress, I bring her into my arms, her legs encircling my waist as I press her lips into mine. "I've failed you because you feel the need to ask that question at all," With the sounds of Loretta's movie playing all around us, I force her up against the wall. I don't give a fuck, but all someone would have to do is glance up and see us. Arielle, I'm all yours. I promise not to abandon you. whatever the circumstances. What needs to happen before you trust me? I bring my lips down to her neck, brushing her skin with my teeth before suckling down and claiming her as mine. I'll say it—I'm fucking infatuated with you. "Every tiny action you take, every grin you make, every breath you take. Everything. I slip my hand beneath her dress and grin to see that she is not wearing pants. I moan against her lips, "This." I adore this aspect of you. You and I both want me equally as much as we do. I run my fingers over her pussy, and when two of my fingers easily go into her, my cock twitches. "Baby, you always make me feel so fucking wet. Tell me, dear; has this been how you've always wanted me? Her eyes are filled with need as she gazes at me. "Always." She runs her hands up my neck till her fingers are buried in my hair. Hell on wheels. My heart races at the slightest touch from her. I quickly unbuckle my belt, release my cock, and excitedly slide it against her pussy. I'm impatient. "I adore every aspect of you," I mumble as I position my cock and press the tip in. I cover Arielle's lips with my palm as she groans. "Your smile is so adorable." She closes her eyes and her legs clench around me as I push in halfway. She presses into me in an attempt to fully engage, but I firmly grip her hip, denying her what she desires. "I adore your whimpers." I move a bit closer, running my index finger over her mouth. I inserted two fingers into her wide mouth. When she sucks down on them, like she wishes she had my cock in her mouth and her eyes on mine, I almost lose it. I fully press myself against her, fucking eager to get close. I lay both hands on her ass and pull almost all the way out, whispering, "I love your heart." "Arsehole, Arielle. I believe I adore you. She screams as I push hard into her. "Oh God, Ariel," she groans. I laugh as I meet her lips, kissing her and smothering her groans as I slowly and thoroughly screw her. I lean my head on hers and take a trembling breath. Yes, sweetie. I believe I'm falling hard for you. "Ariel," she groans as her gaze lands on mine. She's never looked better, and her gaze is full of hunger mixed with wary hope. "Repeat that." I release her nearly completely and remain motionless, fixing my gaze on hers. "Arielle, you are loved." I cherish you.This time, I approach her cautiously, inch by inch, till I'm within her deeply and my gaze never leaves hers. My right hand slides between us till her clit is surrounded by circles formed by my fingers. "I adore the way your lips part just a little bit when my thumb slides over your clit, the way your eyes beg silently for me, and the way you begin to pant." One of my favourite things to do is to make you come, sweetie. She bites her lip as my touch gets angrier and more forceful. As I continue to softly screw her, everything seems to be melting away. The fact that hundreds of people are seated underneath this balcony to see a movie doesn't bother me. I am only able to view my wife. "I believe I have a crush on your pussy." She says, "I think I'm addicted to you." I forcefully flick her clit, pushing her all the way to the edge. "Baby, I'll keep you captivated. I'll continue to support your addiction so that you won't ever go from me. I watch as her respiration quickens and picks up speed as I fuck her hander and move my fingers more quickly until she opens up to me. "Ariel," she groans. When she approaches, my hand is over her mouth and my name is on her lips. Yes, I'm done for good. She has captured my heart. I fuck her with sharp, fast thrusts as I press her harder against the wall. I come seconds after her, my forehead falling to hers, and she accepts all of me."Ariel," she murmurs in a hushed voice. "I also adore you."