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.

A shiver runs down her spine as his lips meet hers again. She holds him tightly, melting into the embrace like it's the only thing keeping her grounded in reality. His hard kiss stirs something deep within her, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her mouth parts slightly at the contact, eyes rolling back as she surrenders fully to the moment. This is what she's been craving for so long: his touch, his taste, his presence. With each breath she takes, he becomes more and more real to her again, washing away the fear of losing him that has plagued her mind. And beneath it all, there's a burning desire building within her, a need that's grown impossibly intense over the past year without him by her side. But for now, she lets herself enjoy simply being with Belord again.

Her heart skips a beat at his words as she buries her face deeper into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. It's musky and familiar, a combination of shaving cream, cologne, and something uniquely Belord that sends a wave of longing through her. His touch ignites sparks beneath her skin, making it hard to focus on anything else but the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. She doesn't even notice how one of her hands drifts down until she feels his warm skin against hers, tracing idle circles on his stomach. It's a soft, teasing gesture that betrays the fiery desire lurking beneath her sweet exterior.

Her face flames up hotter at the sound of his words and the blatant innuendo behind them. A moan escapes her throat as she instinctively arches into his touch, unable to hide her growing desire for him any longer. "Oh," is all she manages to say, voice breathy with emotion. She pulls back slightly, looking up at him through her long eyelashes, trying and failing to conceal the wanton expression in her eyes. With a shaky exhale, she admits, "I could... I could make you something." Her fingers trail lightly down his abdomen again, teasing him while her other hand curls into a fist at her side, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palm in an effort to quiet the building ache between her legs.

Emily bites her lower lip and smiles shyly at his praise. Her cheeks are stained pink with blush, and her eyes are wide with excitement and desire as she looks up at him. "Anything you want, babe," she whispers, letting her hand drift even further down until it rests lightly on the bulge in his pants. She feels his intake of breath through their joined skin, and it emboldens her to push further, tracing slow circles around his erection through the fabric of his pants. "I'm here for you," she murmurs, leaning closer until their bodies are pressed tightly together, her lips brushing against his earlobe before trailing down his neck to nibble gently on his collarbone.

"It's been... difficult," she admits with a small sigh as she nestles into his lap. "I missed you so much, Belord." Her hand finds its way beneath the hem of his shirt, trailing up his toned stomach and over his chest until it cups one of his firm breasts. She arches her back slightly, letting out a soft moan as she gently kneads her breast through his undershirt. "Being here without you... I don't think I could have done it alone," she whispers, leaning in to press a kiss against his bare skin. Her free hand finds its way beneath the waistband of his pants, skimming along the hard length of him through his boxers. "But now that you're back..." She trails off, her gaze drifting down to where their bodies connect before looking up at him again. "I feel like I could take on anything with you here." Her lips brush against his skin once more, trailing a line of heated kisses from his collarbone to his chest. With each passing second, she grows bolder, her touches growing more daring and desperate for contact with him. Her heart races in anticipation of what might come next, but for now, she's content to revel in the simple act of being close to him again.

Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears at his words as she presses another kiss to his chest, her body trembling with emotion. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a lump form in her throat at the weight of her gratitude. She looks up at him again, her expression full of adoration and need, and lets out a shaky breath before leaning forward once more, brushing her lips against his skin in a tender caress. With her free hand still cupping his breast, she starts to move against him rhythmically, grinding her body against his hard length through their clothing. Her moans grow louder as desire takes over, pushing aside any remaining shyness or hesitation. "Belord," she whispers, feeling lightheaded and dizzy with the wantonness of her actions. She tugs at the waistband of his pants, urging him to reveal himself to her completely before sliding her hand down and taking his engorged length in her hand, stroking him slowly through the fabric. Her touch is feverish and demanding, a stark contrast to the loving, gentle woman she's always been with him. But it feels so right this way; he brings out the passionate side of her that she's never known was there until now. "I need you," she gasps, arching

As they make their way into the bedroom, she clings to him tighter with every step. The sound of their quickening breath mingles with the rustling of discarded clothes as they're cast aside in haste. Her body is ablaze with need for him; her fingers dig into his shoulders and back, leaving a trail of red imprints across his skin as she urges him closer. She moans hungrily when he kisses her hard, their lips moving together in desperate unison. With every thrust of his tongue, he sends sparks dancing through her body, igniting something primal deep within her. Her hand grips his cock more firmly through the fabric of his boxers, stroking him faster now as she tries to bring herself closer to release. Her other hand searches for his erect nipple beneath the fabric of his shirt, fumbling with the buttons until she can finally bite down on it hard, drawing a groan from deep within his chest. Emily arches her back instinctively, offering herself up to him as she reaches between their bodies and guides him to where he belongs. With one final thrust, she pushes him inside, their hips grinding together in perfect synchrony.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as he pushes deeper into her, filling her up completely and leaving no room for anything but the hard length of him. "Y-yours," she whispers shakily between moans, voice thick with desire and submission. "Always yours." Her nails dig into his back, urging him onward as she lifts herself to meet each powerful thrust. Her hips rock against him, her body moving in time with the rhythm they've created together, their skin slick with sweat under the heat of the sheets. Her head rolls back, exposing the delicate column of her throat, and he can't help but notice the flush that spreads across her face as she grows ever closer to climax. "Please," she gasps out, arching her back farther, offering herself up completely to his dominance. The feel of his strong arms holding her tightly, his weight pinning her down, and the roughness of his skin against hers all combine in a perfect storm of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. As she nears her release, her moans grow louder and more urgent, echoing through the room like a siren's call.

As her body tightens around him, she cries out his name in a desperate moan, her legs trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her nails dig into his back, leaving tiny trails of blood on his skin as she tries to steady herself against the intense pleasure coursing through her. She shudders and quakes beneath him, body arching off the bed in a wave of bliss that leaves her breathless and sated. "Belord..." she gasps, feeling dizzy from the release but wanting more. Her lips pull back from her teeth as she bites down on her bottom lip, willing herself to regain some composure before he notices how turned on she still is. "Mmm," she moans softly against his skin, rubbing her cheek against him as she tries to catch her breath again. Her fingers trail lightly over his abdomen, tracing lazy circles around the small circle of hair that leads down to where they're joined before continuing lower, cupping his balls through the fabric of his boxers. "You feel so good," she whispers, eyes drifting shut as her body begins to relax into the bed beneath them. Her breath comes out in shallow pants as her heartbeat slows back down to a steady rhythm. For now, she's content to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking

With a contented sigh, Emily nestles her head onto the crook of Belord's shoulder, closing her eyes as she listens to his steady heartbeat. "I love you too," she whispers softly, fingers idly playing with strands of his chest hair. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips, recalling how possessive and demanding he was during their lovemaking. But now that they're both spent and relaxed, it feels so right to just be together like this. She wraps one arm around his torso, curling into him as if she could somehow become a part of him permanently. "I missed this feeling," she confesses truthfully.

Her lips curl into a small smile as she nuzzles her face against the skin of his neck, inhaling deeply again. "Me too," she whispers softly before tilting her head back to look up at him. She studies his features for a moment, tracing the line of his jaw with one finger and marveling at how good he looks even now with sleep creeping into his eyes. "I hope you know, Belord... I'll always be here for you," she says sincerely, her voice filled with an emotion that goes beyond mere words. She nestles back against him, feeling the warmth of their skin press together and knowing that this moment is enough for now; there will be plenty of time for more later.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings before recognition dawns and she realizes it's morning. She blinks a few more times, trying to remember how they got here as warmth and comfort envelop her. Then it all comes rushing back: the passionate lovemaking, the sweet cuddles afterward. With a contented sigh, she nestles closer into Belord's embrace, marveling at how right this feels despite knowing she should probably get up soon. She studies his face for a moment, admiring his features in the dim morning light before leaning in to press a soft kiss against his cheek. "Good morning," she whispers, her breath tickling against his skin. A small, shy smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she cuddles up even closer, soaking in every moment with him like it's the last time they'll ever have together.

Her heart swells at the endearment and she blushes prettily against his chest. "Good morning to you too, Belord," she whispers back, voice barely above a breath before drifting off again as sleep claims her once more. In this moment, she can pretend that everything is perfect; that they'll be together forever just like he promised. She lets herself be lulled by the rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body, relishing in the comfort and safety she finds in his arms. For now, the outside world with all its troubles can wait; all that matters is this simple contentment wrapped up in her big strong boyfriend's embrace.

Her eyes flutter open lazily at his words, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of his handsome face mere inches from hers. "I love your face too," she whispers, tracing a finger down his cheek and over his lips before letting it linger there for a moment. The touch sends shivers down her spine, making her desire for him burn even hotter beneath the surface. Gently, she presses her body against his, feeling the hard length of him trapped between them. A soft moan escapes her throat as their hips grind together almost instinctively in silent agreement. In this moment, nothing else matters but being close to him like this; it feels so right and so real that she can hardly believe it could ever be taken away from her again.

Her eyes follow him as he gets dressed, feeling a pang in her chest at the thought of him leaving. "Um... we could maybe grab some lunch or something," she suggests tentatively. "And then I don't know... Maybe watch a movie together?" She hesitates, unsure if that's too much after only one day back together. But the desire to spend every moment with him burns so strongly that she can hardly contain herself. Her cheeks flush at her own forwardness; she's never been this bold before.

Her heart swells at his words, and she feels herself blushing even deeper than before. "Thank you," she whispers, smiling shyly up at him. Her hands reach out to touch his cheeks, tracing gentle circles with her fingertips before tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "I'd like that," she says softly, feeling more confident and sure of herself than ever before. "Anything you want to do."