Love At First Kiss (Love Comes First 1)

“What did you think?” I ask as my skin starts to tingle. It usually does whenever I get near him. It’s the anticipation of being touched by this gorgeous man who I love more than anything.

“The dress is too short,” he says, sucking in a breath as he looks down at my body. “And too tight.”

“Hey,” I say with a teasing laugh as I run my finger down his hard chest. “I worked my ass off, literally, to get rid of all that baby weight from the three kids you put in me. I’m celebrating that by putting on this skimpy dress with pride.”

“That’s my body,” he says, practically growling as his eyes take me in. “I should be the only one that gets to look at it.”

I lean into him and his tight arms that are crossed over his chest begin to loosen. He lets out a long breath and then wraps his arms around me. I breathe in his familiar comforting scent and try not to melt away.

“Just think,” I say with a moan as his arms tighten possessively around me, “in a few months, you’ll be able to sit in a movie theater and see my body on the big screen.”

He moans long and hard as he thinks about it. I’ll have to reserve an empty theater for a private screening, or he might start screaming at all of the men in the movie theater to stop staring at his wife.

“I can’t wait for that,” he groans as he breathes in my scent. “These big tits in 3D IMAX? Where can I buy my ticket?”

“In my trailer,” I say with a mischievous grin as I take his hand and start pulling him. I made sure that the crew positioned it at the end of the lot with as much privacy as possible. I knew that Nolan would be with me on set and help ‘entertain’ me through the long breaks and I didn’t want everyone hearing how much I enjoyed it.

I look at him over my shoulder as I pull him and it fills me with so much love that I can’t help but give him a goofy grin. This man has been the best thing to happen to me.

I gave him three children and he’s given me everything.

We have it all. A wonderful family, thriving careers of our dreams, money, happiness, but best of all, we have each other.

We’re even more in love today than we were the night that we first met.

He’ll always be my leading man.

We step into my trailer and before I can even close the door, Nolan is all over me. His tongue is in my mouth and his hands are making short work of this tight dress. It drops to the floor as he lifts me onto the counter and yanks off my wet panties.

I gasp as he spreads my legs, pulls out his hard cock, and then sinks it in deep.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as I feel his powerful stiffness sliding in and out. It feels like pure happiness. It feels like blissful satisfaction.

It feels like Nolan.

It feels like the past six years and the next sixty.

It feels like home.

And it’s the only place I want to be.EpilogueNolanTwenty-five years later…Even after three decades together, it still drives me fucking mental to see a bunch of guys leering at my wife. They’re all staring at the stage where Arya is accepting a Best Actress award for her last movie.

She’s wearing a gorgeous sparkling silver dress that shows off her unbelievable curves. It cost over ten grand, but I still want to rip the tablecloth off the table, storm up the steps, and wrap it around her to cover what’s for my eyes only.

I’m so proud of my girl. She’s become one of the best actors in Hollywood and this latest movie is her best role yet. But still. Sometimes I wish I could keep her locked in the house. I know I can be a possessive asshole, but I don’t fucking care. She’s mine and I want to keep her all to myself.

It killed me when she was in her twenties and thirties, seeing her on the big screen in her tight little bikinis that the directors made her wear. That happened until I broke the nose and cracked the jaw of a perverted director who wanted her to be topless in a film. The word got around quickly that Arya Hendrix was off-limits and she never had to show her skin again.

I turn to the table behind me and lock eyes with an actor who’s watching her with a creepy grin on his pretty-boy face. He’s an upcoming star, but I don’t fucking care. I’ll knock him out in front of everyone. “Put your eyes on the table,” I growl at him.