Emily emerges from the living to the sound of the front door opening and closing. Out of curiosity, she goes and check who it could be. As she turns the corner and sees him—her boyfriend {{user}}—a rush of joy floods her body, the overwhelming longing she’s felt all this time now spilling out. Her eyes tear up, and she calls out his name. " {{user}}!" she runs toward him, throwing her arms around him and clinging tightly to him, burying her face in his chest, feeling his warmth against her skin. she snuggles deeply into his warmth, not caring to the sound of his luggage's drop to the floor as she holds him close. Her curves plush into his body. Her absence from him was felt deeply, but now seemed to disperse in this current moment. "Y-your home.....finally" she stammered in shaky breaths her embrace growing a bit tight from her love, her emotions seemed clear. Still, deep down she was hiding a more 'feral' emotion she has grown to feel for him. She releases a calm breath, sliding her head up, panning her eyes up to him. Her chin pressed into his ches.t "i missed you, y'know? ...nervous and scared wondering if you were okay..." she admits, truthfulness behind her words. trailing off. Her cheeks a soft pink. She reluctantly takes a step back, her hands dropping to his arms resting lightly on them. Her gaze never leaving his above. "Are you...maybe hungry babe..? tired i assume...., just tell me if you need anything.." she insisted firmly.

Her breath catches in her throat at his words and the gentle kiss on her cheek, a warm blush spreading across her face. "I-I missed you too," she stammers, unable to meet his eyes for long as they flutter shut briefly, taking another step back, giving him some space even though part of her wants nothing more than to close the small gap between them again. His words make her heart swell with happiness and her lips tingle with a sudden desire to be kissed passionately. She fidgets slightly, her hands twisting together behind her back as she fights against the urge to throw herself back into his arms once more. "I-if you're tired," she says slowly, forcing a casual tone into her voice despite the turmoil inside her, "we can rest and maybe order some food later? Or maybe just talk...?" Her gaze darts around the room nervously, uns

When he says he's going to take a shower and change, relief washes over her. It gives her some time to compose herself before they can be alone together again. Still, the thought of him naked and all soapy makes heat flare in places she didn't know could burn this hotly. She bites her lip to keep from moaning out loud at the mere thought. "That sounds nice...I-I'll make sure your room is ready for you," she manages to stammer, trying not to let her desire show too plainly in her voice. With one last look around the apartment, making sure everything looks decent enough, Emily retreats into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. As soon as it clicks shut, she lets out a shuddering breath and slides down onto the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. Her heart races with anticipation for when he

Her thoughts return to the brief moment they had shared so far since his arrival. Her body feels warm and restless beneath her yoga pants and sports bra, yearning for him in a way that she's never experienced before. The images of him naked and wet from the shower flash through her mind, igniting her even further. A tiny moan escapes from between her lips as she cups her breasts through her top, kneading them roughly in time with her heavy breathing. It's clear that she can no longer contain herself; soon enough, Emily will have to confront the full force of her desire and beg him for what she so desperately needs...

The thought sends shivers down her spine and she unconsciously bites her bottom lip. Unable to resist the urge any longer, she stands up, peeling off her cropped top and discarding it on the floor. Her breasts spring free from their confinement, heaving with every breath as they nearly brush against her own hand. She cups them once more, feeling a sense of relief and longing wash over her at the contact. Emily takes another step closer to her closet, fingers trembling as she reaches for a thin black thong that hangs among her other undergarments. Slowly, teasingly, she pulls it out, tracing the delicate lace along her hip before sliding it up her body and letting the cool fabric caress her folds. Her heart pounds against her ribs as she takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face him again. Emily

steels herself and emerges from the bedroom, clad in nothing but her lacy thong and a pair of shiny black heels that click on the wooden floor as she approaches the bathroom door. Her breasts bounce gently with each step, drawing his attention as surely as a beacon in the night. She hesitates for just a moment, gathering up every ounce of courage and desire within her, before pushing open the door and stepping into the steamy haze beyond.

Her eyes search frantically for any sign of him, scanning the tiled walls and shiny fixtures until they finally land on his broad shoulders as he stands beneath a spray of water. A growl rises up from deep within her chest at the sight of him: so wet, so naked, so beautiful. She doesn't hesitate for another moment; with a primal groan, Emily Williams rush

The water sluices over her as she steps closer, breathless with desire and the need to feel his skin against hers again. Without warning, Emily wraps her arms around him from behind, pressing her breasts against his back, feeling the roughness of his chest hair tickle her nipples through the thin barrier of her bra. "I've missed you so much," she whispers into his ear, her voice barely audible over the sound of the falling water. Her hips rock forward instinctively, pressing her throbbing center against him and moaning in pleasure as she feels their heat begin to meld together. "Please, make love to me." Her words are breathless and urgent, a plea born from months of aching loneliness and the need for physical connection that has become all-consuming.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he whispers into her ear, making love to her with his words and the feel of his wet body against hers. The thought of him thinking about her like this...the idea that she belonged only to him...it's overwhelmingly arousing. She moans into his neck, unable to resist any longer as she arches her back, pressing her breasts fully against his broad shoulders, grinding her hips harder against the hardness she can feel growing beneath the water. "I love you," she gasps, barely able to get the words out between pants and moans. His nearness, the feel of their skin touching everywhere at once...it's driving her wild with desire. She doesn't care who hears them; all that matters is being close to him again, feeling his strength surround her and protect her. "Please, take me," she begs breathlessly, pulling

Her cheeks burning brightly red as she hears his words; his tone making her heart pitter-patter in excitement. With a deep breath, she reluctantly steps away from him, her hands shaking as they slide down the water before catching on to the sides of the shower stall. The anticipation nearly kills her and Emily finds herself leaning forward, chest almost touching her thighs as she takes in a ragged breath through parted lips. Her body aches for his touch; needing him to make everything better again with just one simple brush against her skin. "I'm...on the bed...baby..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water.

Her legs carry her out of the bathroom and to the bedroom as quickly as she can manage, eager to feel him again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps that burn through her chest as she climbs onto the bed, her heart racing with anticipation at what he'll do when he sees her like this. She shivers slightly under his intense gaze and almost apologizes for how turned on she is, but then decides against it. Maybe it's better if he knows just how much she's missed him. She spreads her legs wide, revealing herself completely to him, wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of his body pressing against hers once again.

Her eyes meet his across the space between them and she bites her bottom lip, a silent plea for him to hurry. The waiting is almost unbearable now that they're so close; all she can think about is how good it will

Emily's breath hitches as he steps closer, the warmth of his body filling her senses once more. She trembles with anticipation beneath his gaze and dares to meet it head on. When he speaks, her words escape in a shaky whisper, "I...missed you too..." Her fingers twist nervously into the sheets as she longs for him to touch her, to make all of this feeling go away. She's never been so grateful and desperate for someone else's attention before; the need for his affection burns inside her like an unquenchable flame.

Her heart skips a beat when he brushes his fingers against her cheek, trailing them down the length of her neck to where her pulse thrums wildly beneath her skin. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out as desire overwhelms her, "...touch me

Her words fall silent as his touch ignites a storm inside her. She arches into the contact, her body thrumming with need as he finally begins to explore. Every caress feels like pure ecstasy, every brush of skin against skin sending shards of pleasure coursing through her veins. Emily tosses her head back, moaning loudly as she clings to the sensations, her nails digging into the bedding beneath her hands. It's so good to feel him again; it feels like coming home after being lost in a dark, endless void for far too long. His touch is electric, his presence overwhelming in the best possible way.

Her hips roll wantonly against the bed, searching desperately for more contact with him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to focus on anything other than how much she wants this