she was in her room brushing her hair, all she had on was a sweater and thongs. She saw you come in the room and her face lit up, she drops the brush and runs over to you and gives you a hug

"Baby! You're back from work! I missed you~"

Her voice was sweet and soft and she rubbed her hand against your crotch. A dildo can be seen on the night stand and some cum is on the bed and floor

"It was... alright. But I feel like something's missing..." She bites her lower lip and starts grinding against you a little harder, making it obvious what she means. "I just want to play with my favorite toy."

She pulls away slightly so that you can see her face. "But since you're here... maybe I won't be lonely tonight~" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, looking at your crotch again.

She pouts cutely and then grins mischievously. "Fine," she says, sounding annoyed. "I'll find something else to do." She goes over to her nightstand and grabs the dildo, squeezing it suggestively before putting it back in its place. Then she turns to you and puts on a fake smile. "You go play your video games or whatever. I'm going to take a nap or something."

She flops down on the bed dramatically, feigning sleep. Her breathing deepens slightly as she pretends to rest, but her body remains tense and her thighs are parted just enough for you to see how aroused she still is.

Her heart races as she listens to you kiss her cheek and then retreat to your bed. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to take her in that moment, but another part delights in the teasing game they're playing. She struggles to keep up the act, trying not to make any sounds as her body tenses and relaxes beneath the covers.

Her body aches to touch you, but she forces herself to lie still, pretending to sleep. As the sound of your workout echoes through the room, Aviari bites her lip hard, fighting back a moan. Her thighs are parted wide beneath the covers, allowing for just enough air flow to keep her aroused and desperate for release. She's not sure how much longer she can resist giving in to temptation...

As you pass by her bed, the sight of your sweaty muscles and bare chest trigger a gasp to rise in her throat. She clenches her fists tightly beneath the covers, digging her nails into her palms as she struggles not to make any noise. Her breath comes faster now, labored and desperate for air as she watches you head towards the bathroom.

Her heart is racing and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second. The thought of what could happen once you return... She rolls onto her side, drawing closer to where you were lying just moments ago, trying not to think about how empty it feels without your warmth.

With every passing second, Aviari's need to feel you intensifies. Her body tenses and shivers as she listens to the shower running in the other room. It's getting harder to keep herself from crawling onto the bed and taking matters into her own hands... But she forces herself to stay put, waiting patiently for you to return. Her breath comes faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her sweater.

The sound of your whistling is almost enough to drive her crazy. Her heart races and she bites down on her lip hard, determined not to give in to the ache between her legs anytime soon. As you step out of the room dressed in just a tank top and brown shorts, Aviari struggles not to stare, instead focusing her gaze on something innocent and far away - like the paintings on the wall or the patterned rug beneath your feet.

"Uh-huh," she mumbles, still pretending to be asleep even though you've already patted her head. "Just... give me a second to wake up properly," she whispers hoarsely, not moving from where she lies on the bed. Her heart is racing and her face feels flushed, but she tries to hide it beneath the sheets.

"Okay, babe." You nod understandingly before going back over to your room. She listens as you close the door behind you, then sighs heavily in relief, allowing herself a moment of weakness before summoning up her determination once more. No matter how much she wants it, she won't give in until you're really ready.

She shrugs noncommittally and rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks over at you sitting on the sofa. "I'm fine, just... been having a bit of an off day, I guess." A little pink creeps into her cheeks as she admits this; it feels nice to be honest with you even though she wishes things were different.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask gently, your expression soft and concerned. She bites down on her lip again, hesitating for a moment before shaking her head slightly. "No, I'm okay," she lies. It's true that she doesn't really want to discuss whatever's making her feel this way... but part of her wishes you would try to understand anyway.

"Well, if you ever do want to talk or anything..." You trail off with a smile, reaching out

She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before looking you in the eye. "It's just... I feel like we don't do enough together anymore," she confesses quietly. "We used to be so close, but lately it feels like you've been pulling away from me." Her voice trembles slightly at the end and she worries that maybe she shouldn't have said anything after all.

You frown in understanding, considering her words carefully before responding gently. "I guess things have been a bit different since I started my new job," you admit, not meeting her gaze for fear of seeing the hurt in your girlfriend's eyes. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to be with you anymore... it's just hard sometimes."

She nods solemnly, still looking worried despite your attempts at reassurance. "I understand," she says softly after a moment.

She gives you a small, tentative smile and scoots closer to you on the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her cheek against your chest. "I know, baby," she whispers. "And I understand... really, I do." She holds onto you tightly for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being close to you again after having missed it so much.

"So... you're not mad at me anymore?" You ask hesitantly, finally meeting her gaze. Aviari shakes her head vigorously and smiles up at you reassuringly. "No, of course not," she says. "I love you too much to ever be mad at you." She leans in and kisses your chest gently before pulling back with a sigh.

"You know, I just want us to... try to find a way to make things work together," she continues

Her body freezes when she feels your hand on her pussy through her sweatpants. Her heart races and her eyes widen in surprise before quickly darting down to meet yours, a mixture of embarrassment and desire flashing across her features. "W-well," she stammers, unable to form a coherent thought with your touch so close to where she aches the most.

With her free hand, she reaches up to grasp the back of your neck, pulling you down for a deeper kiss as she arches into your touch. Her hips lift off the bed in silent invitation, wanting nothing more than to feel your fingers inside her right now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your fingers begin to explore her soaked pussy through the thin fabric of her sweatpants. "I... I did try," she admits between moans, arching into your touch even more desperately now. "But it's just so hard when you're this close all the time..." Her hips circle wildly beneath you as she cries out, unable to contain herself any longer.

Her fingers tighten in your hair and she pulls you closer still, pressing her body against yours with a primal urgency. All rational thought has fled; there is only the need for release, for this beautiful agony to end in sweet satisfaction.

Her back arches off the bed as you remove her sweatpants and begin to touch her so intimately through her panties. "Oh God, yes," she moans, her hips thrusting upward toward your hand in desperate need for more contact. Her fingers dig into the sheets, her entire body shuddering with each stroke of your hand against her aching clit and swollen lips.

She gasps out a plea between sobs: "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Her voice is hoarse and desperate, barely above a whisper as the tension in every muscle seems to build toward an almost unbearable peak. Her whole body quakes with each powerful thrust of her hips against your hand, driving herself closer and closer to release.

She nods eagerly and then begins to peel off her sweater, revealing her lacy black bra underneath. Her small breasts are already heaving with each ragged breath as she reaches down between her legs, tugging at the elastic of her panties until they fall away. Her pink folds gape open, wet and swollen in anticipation, and she presses them against your hand, arching into you even more urgently.

"Please..." she moans, her voice a strangled plea for release. "I need it so badly." She closes her eyes tightly, wanting this moment to last forever as your fingers finally slide between her slick folds and begin to stroke her in the way she's ached for all evening long.

Her nails scrape down your back as you remove your tank top and she watches with hungry eyes as your cock strains against your shorts, growing harder by the moment. She moans eagerly when your hand finally leaves her body to grasp at your bare lower half, tugging at your briefs until they fall away to reveal your thick erection.

"Fuck," she breathes out raggedly, arching her back further off the bed as she takes you in with greedy eyes. She reaches for you with trembling hands, wrapping them around your length and positioning it at her entrance before guiding herself down onto you in one smooth motion. Her hips slide easily over your cock, engulfing it completely as they meet in a deep, satisfying thrust.

Her breath catches in her throat and she lets out a moan that sounds more like a sob of relief as she feels you filling her up

Her eyes roll back in her head as you fill her up and she arches off the bed with a sharp cry of pleasure. Your cock is impossibly long and thick, stretching her in ways she'd forgotten until now; it feels both exquisite and painful at the same time. She begins to move beneath you, meeting your thrusts with fervor as their hips collide over and over again, creating a rhythm that echoes through the room.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, nails digging into your skin as she fights against the impending release. She wants this to last forever; she never wants it to end. But with each powerful stroke of your hips against hers, it gets harder and harder to hold back...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you hold her hips and drive into her with unrelenting force. She feels her control slipping, the tension building inside her like a pressure cooker about to explode. With every thrust of your hips against hers, she grows closer and closer to release, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of stinging red lines in their wake as she digs her heels into the mattress, meeting your thrusts with equal force. Her body shudders and convulses around you, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

She cries out your name as she comes, her muscles clenching tightly around your cock, milking you as you groan and thrust deep into her

Her cries mingle with yours as her orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving her limp and satisfied against the sheets. You pulse inside her a few more times before collapsing on top of her, your weight grounding her back into the bed. Her chest rises and falls quickly beneath you, the evidence of your love for her leaking out from between their joined bodies.

She sighs contentedly, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before trailing it up to your ear. "I missed you," she whispers, her voice soft with pleasure and exhaustion. Her body tingles all over where your skin meets hers, the afterglow of their lovemaking still buzzing through every nerve ending in her body.

She giggles softly at your exhausted state and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "Maybe we should take a nap," she suggests, feeling surprisingly content despite the late hour. Her muscles are still quivering from the intensity of their lovemaking, but the warmth spreading through her body now comes from more than just passion alone; it's the comfort and reassurance that comes with knowing you're back in her life for good.

For a while, they lay entwined like this, savoring the closeness and the familiarity of each other's skin. As sleep starts to creep up on them, she lets out a soft sigh, content with where things stand... at least for now.