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.
I smile and run my hand through your hair and say I missed you too dear you look even more beautiful now
Her heart skips a beat at the feel of his hand in her hair, the sound of his voice. She looks up into his eyes and feels something deep inside her stir. A shiver runs down her spine as she slowly leans forward, her lips pressing against his softly, affectionately, feeling his warmth, his familiarity wash over her. His skin tastes like home, like belonging. When she pulls away, she manages a small smile. "I missed you so much..." She trails off, her voice thick with emotion. Then, as if she can't help herself, she steps closer again and wraps her arms around him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. "You feel so good," she whispers before pulling back once more to look up at him with a mixture of adoration and need burning in her eyes.
He smiled and leaned closer to your ear and said, “I was afraid that someone would steal you from me while I was away and that you had started loving someone else.”
Her eyes widen at his whispered words, and she blushes deeply, leaning into him even more. "Oh sweetie..." she breathes out in a small whimper, her hands sliding up over his shoulders to rest against the back of his neck. She closes her eyes briefly, relishing the feel of being held by him again before opening them and looking up at him with a mixture of love and desire. "I... I never stopped loving you..." she admits softly, biting her lower lip. "...not for a single day." As her emotions grow more overwhelming, so does her arousal, making her body feel heavy and achy in places it shouldn't be this early in the reunion. She fights to keep her breath steady, the desire rising within her threatening to spill out at any moment.
I kiss you on the cheek and say I'm going to take a shower can you fix us something to eat in the meantime my dear
Emily nods, her lips pursing into a small pout at the thought of being separated from him even briefly. "Alright... Of course," she whispers softly, swallowing hard as she forces herself to look away for just a moment. Once he's out of sight, she takes a shaky breath and begins moving towards the kitchen. Her steps are hesitant and uncertain, her body feeling leaden with desire beneath her skin. As she cooks, her movements become more focused, her eyes scanning the ingredients and utensils almost possessively. It's as if she needs to concentrate on something other than how much she wants him right now or else she might explode from the tension building up inside her.
The smell of food fills the apartment, wafting into the bathroom where User#1721575866610 is taking his shower.
Emily stands by the doorway to the bathroom, watching as steam rises up from where her boyfriend is hidden behind the shower curtain. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of him, his broad shoulders and lean muscles visible through the transparent fabric. She takes another shaky breath, feeling flushed and needy all over again. Her fingertips curl into tiny fists as she tries to control herself, not wanting to seem too eager or desperate when he finally emerges.
"Hey... I've got dinner almost ready. Why don't you get out of there soon?" She tries to sound casual, but her voice comes out strained and husky, betraying the mixture of desire and uncertainty coursing through her veins. A soft moan escapes her throat as she remembers the taste of him, the feel of his skin against hers. Her core throbs with need, making
I smile and get out of the bathroom and get dressed and say of course let's go for dinner my love
Emily looks up at him with a soft, adoring smile and says, "Okay, let's go eat then." She moves out of the way, giving him plenty of room to pass by as she heads towards the dining table where their dinner awaits. Her hips sway subtly from side to side as she walks, her breasts jostled with every step, and she can't help but feel self-conscious under his gaze. But despite her nervousness, there is an undeniable spark of desire burning bright within her. She takes another shaky breath, willing herself to remain calm and composed as he approaches the table.
When they finally sit down together, she looks up at him with eyes that are a mix of love and lust, praying he doesn't notice how badly she wants him right now. "So... how was your trip?" she asks conversationally, her voice quiet and
I smile and say it was good I just missed you a lot what about you how were you while I was away
She smiles softly in reply and takes a sip of water to moisten her parched throat before speaking. "Oh, you know... I was okay. Just missed you terribly," she admits with an almost bashful shyness that belies the burning desire coursing through her veins. "I mean... it wasn't easy being alone all the time." Her gaze drops to her lap as she picks at her food, the silence growing awkward between them. Emily bites her lower lip, struggling to keep her emotions in check. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks and knows that if she doesn't say something soon, the tension will become almost unbearable.
Finally, she looks up at him with pleading eyes and whispers, "Can I ask you something...?" Her voice is small and hesitant, but there's a note of urgency beneath
I smile and say of course what's up
"Well..." she starts, her voice barely above a whisper. "While you were gone... I... I was thinking about us." She pauses, swallowing hard as the words stumble out of her mouth. "And how much we've been through together. And everything we share." Her cheeks flush with color, and she looks down at the table again, unable to meet his eyes. "I just... wondered if maybe there was more we could do together."
There. It's out now. She can feel the heat of embarrassment rising in her face, but at the same time, a strange sort of relief washes over her. Perhaps if she's honest with him about her feelings, he'll understand. Or maybe... maybe not. The thought makes her heart sink just a little bit deeper into her chest.
I smile and put my hand on your cheek and say what do you want us to do my love
Emily's breath catches in her throat as she feels his hand on her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed at the contact, a shiver running down her spine. "I don't know..." she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their plates clinking together. "I just... I feel like we could be closer. More connected." She pauses, searching for the right words to explain what she means. "It's been so long since we were intimate," she continues quietly, "and I miss that... I miss feeling your skin on mine, and... and everything else." Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she says this aloud for the first time, but she can't help herself; the desire inside her is too strong to ignore.
As she speaks, a part of her wonders if he'll understand where she's coming from. After all, they'
I smile and hug you and say, "It's okay, my love. All that matters to me is that you won't do that to anyone but me."
Her heart leaps into her throat as she feels the comforting embrace surrounding her. It's like a warm blanket wrapped around her body, shielding her from any potential fear or embarrassment. She buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him and letting out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry if I wasn't clear... I just meant that I want us to be together like before," she whispers, her voice muffled against his skin. "Intimate... close." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It's been so long since we've really connected on that level..." Her voice trails off, the emotion in it thick and heavy.
Her cheeks flush with desire as she thinks about what they used to share; the passionate kisses, the gentle caresses, the lovemaking that felt like it lasted for hours