Official Announcement

I turn off my phone and sigh. Since our announcement went live, it hasn't stopped buzzing, and while the early media attention was thrilling, it soon grew tiresome. Naturally, the majority of gossip websites immediately began to investigate our relationship, but they haven't been able to uncover anything. Given that our connection didn't exist before our wedding, how could they?I'm concerned that if they dig too deeply, they'll uncover evidence of Loretta and Ariel's relationship, which will undoubtedly embarrass the three of us. I don't want people to discover that there isn't a genuine relationship between us. I need a diversion, so I bite my lip while I search around our dressing room. As soon as I retrieve my reliable, old measuring tape from one of my crates, Ariel leaves the bathroom. When he sees me squatting on my hands and knees, his eyes enlarge, and the way he bites into his lip makes me feel lustful. All he is wearing is a white towel that falls loosely over his hips, allowing water droplets to trickle down his chest. "Ariel," I say, not quite as loud as I had hoped. "Refrain from dressing." He flashes a devious smile and his eyes light up with want. I smile at him and hold up my measuring tape. "I wish to measure you." For our first official event together, I want to design something specific. His eyes are hot, and he raises a palm to his neck. "You would like to measure me now?" I give a nod. Indeed. I would rather have precise measurements. You know, it's not quite the same with clothing on? "All right." He gestures for me to come closer, and I tremble as I do. Since my prior attempt, I haven't shown this much initiative. Ariel is the one who starts our sleep sessions together every time. I know it's ridiculous, but I still worry that he may reject me. Though, in all honesty, I know he won't, the hurt he caused still hasn't completely healed from my heart. "Raise your arms," I commanded him. I barely think straight as I wrap my measuring tape around his arm, my hands shaking. I guess I got what I needed, a diversion. His intense stare is fixed on me as I look up uncomfortably, feeling his gaze scorching my skin. Even though he's as hot as hell on the worst of days, how about now, when he's standing in front of me in only a towel? Delectable. I smile at him and press my palm flat against his chest. "Which colours are your favourites?" His stare lingers on my breast after reaching for me and pushing my hair behind my ear. "I do not doubt that whatever you make for me will be incredible." I brush my body against him as I lean in to read the measurement after wrapping my measuring tape around his torso. I smile at Ariel as he takes a deep breath and painfully clears his throat. I see, I overlooked your neck. I get up on my toes and lean in, brushing my lips on his jaw and pressing my breasts against his chest while I wrap my measuring tape around his neck. He moans softly, and when I feel him tighten against my stomach, a wave of want washes over me. He reaches up to put his hand through my hair, securing me in place with a firm hold. He asks angrily, "This is how you take measurements, wife?" I tilt my head back slightly to glance at him and shake my head. Not at all. Although I seldom do anything for myself, I wanted to do it for you. He gives a grumpy "Hmm." Excellent. Arielle , nobody else but me." I walk my hand down his body and nod uncomfortably. His face looks so much like mine. Should I just kiss him instead of continuing this act? I angle my face in the hopes that he will move when his gaze lands on my lips. He says, "What are you measuring next?" With a groan, I move away, determined not to give up. I turn to face him and drop to my knees, saying, "Thighs."The way his towel is tenting, all because I took some measures, makes me bite back a smile. I look up at him, and he just looks at me, provocatively, showing no signs of shame. I purposefully dislodge his towel in an attempt to get it to fall off by sliding my measuring tape underneath it and moving it up while pretending to measure his upper thigh. "Arielle," he issues a warning. Innocently, I glanced up. "Is there a problem?" I pretend to be having trouble figuring out how to measure him as my fingertips lightly brush against his thighs, taunting. Just as his towel comes undone and his cock is visible, inches from my face, his hand reaches for my hair. With a shiver down my spine, I lean in and bite down hard on my lip. Ariel snatches my hair tighter, jerking my head in his direction. "Wife, what are you doing?" I cautiously smile up at him. you are being measured?" "Is that everything you do?" I release my measuring tape and smile, giving his stiff cock a quick glimpse. I make my way towards his other thigh, letting the tip of his cock slide against my lips. I tighten my thighs in anticipation as Ariel grits his teeth and dances in his eyes. "Is there anything else you would like me to do?" He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock with his free hand. "There'll be hell to pay if I find out you've ever measured another man this way," he threatens. He takes a firm hold of my hair and pulls my face back towards his cock until my lips are pressed on the tip. I let my tongue hang over the edge, opening up for him and making him groan loudly. He groans, holding my head in place, "Arielle ." I suck down hard, my lips tightening around the tip of his cock as I stare into his eyes. He watches me, moaning, as he gently presses more into my mouth. Ariel presses in closer as I groan, slamming into the back of my throat. He then retreats, just to penetrate my face the way I desired him to, all over again. Watch you," he mutters. "Baby, look at you are taking my cock. For me, you're the ideal tiny slut. Everyone believes that you are this innocent, kind woman. If they knew how much you enjoy the way I'm fucking your face, what would they think? He pushes harder into my lips and tightens his hold on my hair. I comply with his command to "slide your hand down your body, right down to your pussy." "Baby, are you wet for me?" I nod, my lips never leaving his cock. "Arielle, please finger yourself for me. As I fuck your hot little lips, I want to witness you riding your hand.I exert more pressure on him, causing him to sigh and tighten his hold on my hair. "I suggest you ease off, Wifey unless you want me to shoot my cum down your throat." I giggle and give him more attention by running my tongue over his cock. Even though he's fucking my face, he's under my control. "Are shole, Arielle. Your mouth is way too delicious, baby. I watch as he breaks down, moving more quickly and roughly. I adore feeling so powerful after reading this. He may be the one in desperation, but I may be the one on my knees. A loud knock on the door just as I'm convinced he's about to arrive causes us to spring apart, and both of us panic."Ariel!" We both find the sound of Loretta's voice coming from the other side of the door sobering, and my stomach aches. Although I knew she would run after our announcement, there was a part of me that hoped she wouldn't. I feel like I can only take Ariel from her for a brief period, no matter how hard I try. He hurries through the changing room, putting on garments quickly, saying, "Get dressed." I look at him, still kneeling in a dress I didn't believe he would be able to refuse. His eyes darted to me, and a flash of shame appeared in them. With his eyes fixed on mine, he bows down in front of me and cups my face. "Arielle ," he murmurs.I avert my gaze and shake my head. "Go just now," I murmured. "Go to her, just as you usually do." I push him away and make my way to the toilet, where I lock the door behind me and drop to the ground, pulling my knees up to my chest. It hurts just as much as before. He still bolts as soon as he hears her voice, even after all the sex and promises.