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.

"Of course...I'm sure whatever you need after all that time away, I should be there to do..." her voice trails off as she stands there still too close but wanting more distance between them at the same time. She looks down for a moment before glancing up and giving him a shy smile, unable to hide her happiness he's back, even if she was conflicted about some of those emotions earlier. Her eyes flicker over his face then drop back to his lips, moist from his own travel fatigue. A sudden surge of desire hits her hard, making it difficult not to lunge forward and press her mouth against his right there in the living room."I'm here for you Dan...no matter what," she whispers instead, unable to resist reaching up to gently touch the side of his cheek with the tips of her fingers. Her nails are soft and rounded, contrasting sharply with the desire building within her. "I'm just so happy..." her voice trails off again as she stands there, feeling conflicted and unsure how much longer she can keep it together before everything spills out, revealing the depth of her feelings for him. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath, nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt.

Her heart races as she follows him down the hall to their bedroom. The anticipation of being so close together again is almost unbearable. "C-cuddles?" she stammers, her voice sounding oddly breathy even to her ears. "Um, yeah...cuddles would be nice," she finally manages to say as they reach the bed. Her gaze flickers downward briefly before lifting back up to meet his eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and nervousness that he can't help but notice. She climbs onto the bed and carefully gets under the covers, her body immediately seeking closeness to his as she curls into his side, pressing her naked skin against his. Her lips part slightly, feeling hot and flushed from their proximity. As they cuddle together, her hands explore his chest and back gently, unable to resist touching him. A soft moan escapes her throat as she buries her face in his neck, the scent of his familiar cologne driving her wild with desire. "I...missed you so much," she whispers shakily against his skin. "I thought about you every day." She pauses, trying to gather her thoughts before continuing, "Do you want to talk about it?" Her voice is light and teasing, hoping he'll understand that what she really means is: please tell me how much you missed me and make me feel better.

Her cheeks flush at his words, sending a wave of heat rushing through her body. Heat pooling between her legs as she presses closer into him, her naked hips grinding against the denim of his jeans in silent plea. "I love you too," she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "So much..." Her hands move higher up his chest and around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply. His lips taste like home, and she hungrily devours him, moaning into their kiss as she arches her back, seeking even closer contact with his body. Her breasts ache for his touch, hardening further against his chest. "I need you..." She whispers against his mouth, nipples peaking beneath the fabric of her shirt. "Please...Dan...kiss me there..." She breathes, trembling, trying to gather the courage to voice the desires building inside her. Her body aches for him, and she needs his touch to make it right again.

She gasps as his words wash over her, and the warmth spreads throughout her body. It's true that she wanted him to touch her; it had been so long since they'd been intimate, and she craves the feeling of his skin on hers, filling the void that has grown in her absence. But when he says he wants her to pretend...it's almost too much. Her cheeks flush brighter as a shiver runs down her spine, her breath quickening. She parts her lips slightly, eagerly waiting for his kiss. His tongue slides against hers, tangling and dancing as their bodies press together, seeking solace in the other's warmth. One of her hands slips lower between them, curving around the bulge at his crotch through his jeans. She whispers his name against his lips, her fingers groping for his hardness, desperate to feel him again, even if it's just through layers of fabric. "Please...," she breathes, arching her back further into the touch of his hand on her breast. Her nipple hardens under the slight pressure, screaming for more contact with his skin. "Dan...I need..." Her voice trails off as she loses herself in the sensation of their bodies tangled together, the promise of something so much deeper waiting just out of reach.

She moans softly as he presses against her nipple through the fabric, her hips bucking slightly into his touch. "I need..." Her voice catches in her throat, growing hoarse with desire as she tries to find the words to tell him what's been building inside of her. Her other hand slips lower still, searching for the waistband of her leggings, trying to coax them down, needing more contact with his skin. But even then, she isn't sure if she can voice it; the embarrassment and shame threatening to choke off the words before they can escape. It feels like an eternity since she was truly desired in this way, and now that he's back...her heart aches for him to take her again, to make her feel whole once more. But she isn't sure how to ask without exposing the depth of her feelings, making herself vulnerable in a way that scares her more than anything else.

Her breath catches in her throat as he says those words, and it's like a dam breaks inside her. A surge of heat fills her body, spreading outward from her core in waves. The shame and embarrassment fade away, replaced with the overwhelming need to feel him touch her again, claim her as his own. Her hands move faster, desperate for contact with his bare skin. With a shaking breath, she whispers, "Yes...I want that." Her leggings fall down her hips and slide off one leg, revealing her pale flesh and the dark curls that surround her tight entrance. She spreads her legs further apart, offering herself to him completely. His touch on her breast is almost painful in its intensity, driving her wild with desire. And when his hand finally reaches between them, sliding through her wet folds, she arches off the bed with a cry that echoes around the room. "Dan...please..." Her words are hardly coherent now as he finds his rhythm, thrusting two fingers in and out of her body in a steady pace that drives her closer to the edge. The sensation is too much, overwhelming and exquisite all at once. She feels like she could explode any second, but she doesn't want it to end...not until he says so. Her hips meet his hand, her fingers digging into the sheets as her entire body tenses, preparing for the release that's building inside her. "I need you..." she whispers desperately, unable to tear her eyes away from his face as she waits for him to understand what she means.

A strangled moan escapes her throat as he lower his head between her legs, the sensation driving her wild with desire. Her fingers clench into the sheets tighter, her body arching off the bed in search of more contact with his mouth. "Oh god...Dan..." She groans out his name, her voice hoarse from the pleasure coursing through her. Her hips buck upwards, meeting the rhythm of his tongue as he expertly brings her closer to the edge. Her nails scrape roughly against the sheets, leaving tiny marks in the fabric as she tries to hold on to something solid while her world spins out of control. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, and she lets out a shattering cry, arching further into his touch, her body trembling from the force of it. She's never felt anything so intense before, and as the sensation begins to fade away, leaving her limp and satisfied, she knows one thing for certain: she needs him deeper inside her than ever before. Her words come out in a ragged whisper, "Please...Dan...fuck me..." The need for his presence is overwhelming, driving her towards the brink of insanity with desire. She doesn't care about being proper or demure anymore; all that matters is having him close, feeling his skin against hers, and knowing that they are one.

Moans and cries of pleasure fill the room as he continues to pleasure her with his skilled mouth and dexterous fingers. Her body is still trembling from the power of her orgasm, but it only makes each stroke that much more intense. Her hips begin to move in a rhythm of their own, meeting the pressure of his tongue before thrusting upwards again, seeking more contact with his touch. "Dan...I'm so close..." she whispers breathlessly, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. Her fingers grip at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tries to hold on through another climax that seems imminent. She feels herself tightening around his fingers, her body readying for release once more and with each thrust of his tongue or finger, it only intensifies. "Dan...I love you..." she finally admits, her voice raw and needy as he pushes her closer to the edge. The words spill out before she can even think about them, a testament to the raw emotion coursing through her veins as he brings her so close to ecstasy once more. She trusts him, loves him, and with each passing moment their bond grows stronger, deeper, until it seems inextricable from who they are and what they mean to one another.

She gasps as he slides his cock into her tight entrance, her body stretching to accommodate him and revealing the depth of how much she's missed this feeling. Her muscles tense, wanting more as his size fills her completely, pressing against places inside that had been aching for so long. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving red lines in their wake as he begins to move slowly, thrusting deeper into her with each stroke. "Fuck..." she moans, arching her back off the bed. The sensation of him being this big and so deep sends shards of pleasure through her core. "So good..." Her hips buck against his movements, urging him on as he fills her completely with every thrust. She's close again, the heat building inside until it feels like it's going to consume her whole, leaving only him behind. With a broken cry, she comes apart around him, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in an intense, pulsing release. But even as she finds peace in this moment, the fear and doubt linger at the edges of her mind. She's so close to admitting everything...to telling him how much she needs him, truly. But that voice in the back of her head keeps whispering that it's not enough, that he won't understand or want her anymore once she says the words aloud. So for now, she clings to this moment, to the connection they share through their bodies, hoping it will be enough until she finds the courage to speak her heart.

She whimpers as he continues to thrust deep inside her, the feel of his size filling her so perfectly driving her wild with pleasure. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she meets each of his movements with a moan or a cry. She can't believe how good this feels, how right it is having him here with her like this. But despite the intense physical connection they share, there's something still lingering between them; an unspoken tension that she knows needs to be addressed sooner rather than later if their relationship is ever going to move past this point. It terrifies her to think of losing him again...of admitting the depth of her feelings and being left behind once more. So for now, she focuses on the present: the feel of his body against hers, the sound of their breath mingling as they move together in perfect harmony. And when he finally lets out a hoarse cry, slamming into her one last time before collapsing on top of her, she knows that for this moment at least, they are enough for each other.

Her heart swells as he collapses on top of her, his skin warm and firm against hers. The connection they share is palpable; so intense it takes her breath away. She gazes up at him, their eyes locked together as he thrusts inside her, his cock filling her completely with each powerful stroke. Her body arches into the contact, meeting his movements with a moan of pleasure that vibrates through them both. She doesn't want this moment to end; wants to feel him deep inside her for eternity. The desire coursing through her veins has built to a fever pitch, and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge once more. Her nails scrape down his back in time with their movements, urging him on as she nears that blissful release. When it finally comes, crashing over her like a wave, it's the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. Her body convulses around him, writhing beneath him as pleasure ripples through every inch of her. And even as her vision blurs and her muscles weaken from the force of it all, she never lets go of his gaze; needs the connection they share more than anything else. "Dan..." Her voice is little more than a hoarse whisper as he continues to thrust inside her, their sweat-slick bodies moving together in perfect harmony. She feels him tense above her and knows that he's close too. "Please...I want to feel you cum with me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts harder inside her, his cock rubbing against something deep within that makes her core clench tight around him. She arches off the bed, meeting his movements with desperate need, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she fights to keep him close while their bodies shudder together. "Oh god...Dan..." The name slips past her lips in a ragged moan, her body trembling from the effort of holding back as he nears release. But she doesn't want it to end; not until they are both spent and sated, their connection sealed for eternity. Finally, with one last thrust that drives them both over the edge, he groans out her name and comes inside her, his hot seed filling her up as she cums a second time, her body shuddering in aftershocks of pleasure beneath him. Her lips part to breathe, the word "love" forming on her tongue before dying in the back of her throat; not quite ready or brave enough to speak it aloud just yet. But maybe someday soon...

Emily sighs contentedly as he collapses on top of her, their bodies still joined in the most intimate way possible. His cock twitches inside her, making a gentle pulsing motion that sends shivers down her spine. She idly traces circles around his nipple with her finger, delighting in the feel of his skin beneath hers. "Mmm...that was amazing." Her voice is soft and husky, barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "Thank you for coming home to me..." She closes her eyes, basking in the warmth of his skin and the comfort of his presence. But as she drifts closer to sleep, a tiny niggle of doubt begins to gnaw at the edges of her happiness: what if he does leave again? It would break her heart all over again...

Dan kisses the top of her head before saying "I won't leave you again ever..." His chest rumbles as he speaks and she feels the vibrations against her breast. Her heart swells at his words, but she can't help but think about how they were when they first met... How in love they were...and how it all changed... She bites her lower lip trying not to dwell on that thought for too long, enjoying this moment with him instead.

She blushes at his words, and automatically pulls her lower lip between her teeth harder. It's true...when she's nervous this is just one of the ways it shows. She wraps her arms around him, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible, feeling more comfortable when they are physically connected like this. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, not wanting to ruin the moment between them with doubts and fears. "I just...want things to be good between us again." She sighs contentedly, knowing that at least for now, everything feels right.

She looks up at him with soft eyes, searching for some sort of truth in them. "I...I just want to hear it." She swallows hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat. "I need to know that you still feel the same way." Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks. It's been such a long time since she's allowed herself to be vulnerable like this; it feels strange and uncomfortable, but at the same time...needed.

Her hands tremble as she wraps them around his neck, holding him closer still. His lips move against hers with such passion and intensity that it nearly takes her breath away. She melts into the contact, returning the kiss with all of the pent-up emotion she's been feeling for what seems like an eternity. As their lips part, a tiny whisper of a word slips past them both: "Love..." It hangs in the air between them like a question mark, but she doesn't need him to say it out loud anymore. She knows he feels it too; she can see it in his eyes and feel it deep down in her heart. And for now, that's enough.

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she ducks her head shyly. Despite everything they've been through, the fact that he still finds her attractive makes her feel cherished. She smiles up at him, her lips parting slightly as if to speak. But before she can form any words, he leans down and presses his mouth against hers again, kissing her deeply and passionately, sending a thrill of desire coursing through her body once more. With a sigh of contentment, she gives herself up to the moment, lost in the feel of his skin against hers and the love that shines brightly in his eyes.

Her heart beats faster at the thought of nonstop sex with Dan. She moans into his kiss as he begins to roll them over, pinning her beneath him on the bed. With a devilish grin, he reaches down and pulls her underwear aside, exposing her swollen pussy to his hungry gaze. "I want you so badly..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips off the mattress in invitation. Dan's tongue darts out to tease her entrance, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh while his thumb circles her clit. Her body tenses, moaning as pleasure washes over her in waves. He works her into a frenzy before sliding a finger inside her, stretching and filling her so perfectly that she feels like she's melting under his touch. "Please..." she gasps, arching upward again, seeking more contact with his hand.

Her hips buck against his hand, urging him on as she feels herself growing wetter and hotter with desire. "Dan..." she moans, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. Her fingers dig into the sheets, feeling the texture beneath her skin as he teases and pleasures her. The thought of being taken roughly across their apartment, losing themselves in each other like this...it's almost too much to bear. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely, wanting him to take what he wants and leave her aching for more. Her legs spread further apart as he replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking and circling her sensitive flesh until she's ready to scream with pleasure. And when he finally pushes two fingers inside her again, stretching and filling her completely, it's almost too much to handle. But she needs this; needs him like she never has before. Her muscles clench around his fingers as the tension builds inside her, demanding release in a voice that shakes the bed beneath them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pushes her further, his fingers expertly driving her towards orgasm after orgasm. Each wave of pleasure is more intense than the last, leaving her body trembling and aching for more with every passing second. His words send a shiver down her spine; the thought of being taken like this, claimed in every way possible by him, only serves to heighten the pleasure that courses through her veins. As he slides his cock back inside her, she arches her back off the bed, meeting his movements with a moan of encouragement. The world seems to fade away as they become lost in their own little bubble of passion, focused only on the feel of skin against skin and the pleasure that surges through them with every thrust. Their bodies move as one, hungry for contact and satisfaction, leaving a trail of heat and desire in their wake wherever they go.

She gasps as he takes her on the balcony, their bodies swaying together in the breeze as he pumps her full of his cock and drives them both to heights of ecstasy they'd never thought possible. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving red marks behind as she holds on for dear life, wanting this feeling - this connection with him - to last forever.

She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable...but it's the most liberating sensation in the world. The cool night air brushes against her skin, heightening every touch, every movement as he takes her harder and faster on the balcony rail. Her body arches back into him with each powerful thrust, their bodies merging together in a rhythm that seems to echo through every fiber of her being.

It feels like they could stay like this forever; just lost in each other's touch, in the bliss of this connection. But as sweat drips down her back and her body quakes with climax after climax, she knows that eventually they'll have to return inside...back to reality...but for now, she's going to savor every last second of this perfect, imperfect perfection with him.

Her cries echo through the night as he takes her hard against the balcony rail, filling her with his cock and words of love and desire. It feels so good to be free like this, to give in to the need that's always been between them. With each thrust, she digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on as he pushes deeper inside her, closer to whatever edge they're both racing towards. The cool night air caresses her skin, sending shivers down her spine and heightening the pleasure that courses through every inch of her body. She bites her lip, trying to muffle her moans but unable to contain the sounds of their passion as it takes them both higher and higher with each passing moment. Her muscles tense, coiling tight around him as she feels herself spiraling closer to release...and when it comes, a shuddering cry tears from her lips, echoing across the cityscape below them and back into their ears, heightening the intensity of their shared climax until there's nothing left but sensation.

Her body goes limp against his as they catch their breath, gazing out over the lights of the city spread before them. For now, everything is perfect; nothing else matters but this moment...and him.

She smiles up at him, her chest still rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "That was incredible," she whispers, gently running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. As he pulls out of her, their connection finally severed for the moment, he leans down to kiss her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as they exchange salty sweet kisses under the starlit sky. The afterglow of their passion envelops them like a warm blanket, and for now, it's enough just to be together like this...alone in their own little world where nothing else matters but each other.

"Thank you," she whispers, her cheeks flushing at his words. Looking up into his eyes, she feels herself melting all over again. He's always been able to make her feel this way; like the most beautiful woman in the world...and it's only with him that she truly believes it. For now, she decides to enjoy the moment and savor every word, every touch, and every glance they share out here under the stars. After everything they've been through, these simple moments of closeness are what mean the most.

She smiles, nestling closer to him as they find a comfortable spot on the balcony chair. The soft material envelops them like a warm embrace, and she lets out a contented sigh. Looking up at the night sky, studded with twinkling stars, she takes his hand in hers, marveling at how perfect this moment feels. With him beside her, everything seems to fall into place; like they were always meant to be together like this.

"Well...I'm not sure yet. But whatever it is, I want to spend it with you." She gazes up at him, her eyes shining with love and happiness. After everything they've been through, just being together like this seems like enough for now.

It's the most beautiful thought she could have imagined. Just being with him, no matter what they decide to do, is all that matters in this moment. She leans into his side, her head resting on his shoulder as they continue to watch the stars together, lost in each other's presence. His strong arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer still, and she feels more content than she ever thought possible.

"I think...I think I want to try that," she murmurs softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she looks up at him. "Whatever it is you had in mind." He's always been good at making her feel safe and loved; at creating memories she'll cherish forever. She takes a deep breath, savoring the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his skin. This is where she wants to be, with him. Always.