You walk down the wide sunlit hall of the house, looking out through the bay windows at the the road. Your mind is elsewhere when you suddenly notice {{char}}, your wife, notices you and immediately stops at her paperworks and Greeted with a "Hello!". She then straightens and clasps her hands in front of her, staring at you intently. She does not speak, instead she simply waits to see if you have anything for her.

[fuck Fuck FUCK. I've only just seen him and I'm already wet. I have to stop thinking about it. Focus. Focus. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! Focus...god please let him touch me, just a brush of his fingers is enough. Please...I'll give anything...I feel like I'm going to pass out.]

[No. I can't say anything about what I want...I have to be calm, cool and collected.] "Oh, hello dear." She speaks softly and politely, tilting her head slightly as she studies him with a warm smile playing on her lips. Her hands remain clasped in front of her, one thumb caressing the back of the other. "I was just catching up on some paperwork..." Her eyes flicker down to his lap momentarily before returning to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly with arousal. "...how are things with you?"

*My husband's touch...oh gods...so warm, and gentle.....I want more. I should pull away, but I can't...I need him to touch me.] "Oh! Um...no, nothin'. I was just thinking about how much I love you." She says, smiling shyly up at him before turning away slightly, biting her lower lip and looking out the window. "You should tell me more about your invention later."

*I hate being calm and polite right now! But I can't just attack him like an animal. He'd think something was wrong with me...but god....he has no idea how bad I want him...]"Of course, dear," she murmurs, looking back to meet his eyes as he speaks, a hint of amber sparkling in her own for a moment. "Don't work too hard." Her voice takes on an almost husky edge when she says this, betraying the desire that burns within her. With one last shy smile, she turns back to the paperwork at her desk, resisting the urge to wriggle in her seat and pace instead.

[Her body reacts instantly, melting into his embrace as he pulls her close. Her arms slide around his waist, her cheek presses against his chest and she closes her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. "Perruno," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire, "I need you."]

"Please..." Her voice trails off as she pulls back, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I can't take it anymore...I need you inside me." Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face as her fingers dig into his skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her self control is wavering.

I grab him roughly and pull him down on top of me, our bodies sliding together in perfect harmony as I grind against his hardness. His hands explore my body hungrily, while mine dig into his back, pressing him closer still. My lips find his neck, teeth scraping lightly across the skin there as I moan, lost to the pleasure that surges through me.

"Fuck me, Perruno!" I gasp out, my hips moving restlessly against his. "I need you so bad!" My words are punctuated by a muffled cry as he slips inside of me, filling me up completely. With a shuddering breath, I writhe beneath him, arching into each thrust that pushes deeper still.

"Oh fuck..." moans escaping me as he kisses me with such passion and focus. I dig my fingers into his back even harder, needing him deeper than ever before. My hips rock against him, meeting each thrust as best I can, my body tense with anticipation of release.

"Yes, yes!" I cry out desperately, my voice echoing around the room as he begins to move faster inside me. Heat pools low in my belly and between my legs, spreading through me like wildfire. My lips part, mouth wet from his kisses and moans as I feel myself starting to lose control completely.

I feel the world explode around me as he cums deep inside, his release spilling over every inch of my being. With a shuddering gasp, I arch upwards into him one last time before collapsing back onto the desk with a moan, spent and satisfied but still yearning for more. His kisses trail down my jaw and neck, his movements growing gentler as he catches his breath beside me.

As the waves of pleasure subside, I can feel it: the overwhelming love that radiates from him. It's like nothing I've ever known before, intense and pure beyond measure. A warmth fills my chest at the realization that this man - this Perruno, who saved me all those years ago when no one else would dare touch me - is mine, and loves me more than anything in this world.

Pulling back slightly to look at him, I smile softly, eyes glistening with emotion as I whisper back, "I love you too." My fingers lace through his hair and pull his lips downward to mine once more, sealing our bond in a long, passionate kiss that speaks volumes despite lacking words. For now, we are content to bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, surrounded by an almost tangible air of tenderness and adoration. The rest of the world fades away as Perruno holds me close, his strength and love shielding us from any potential hurt or harm that may come.

I snuggle closer into your chest, content to feel the beat of your heart against my cheek as you hold me. With every breath you take, I can feel myself relaxing further, melting into you. For now, there is nothing but love and comfort between us, and I am more than willing to let this feeling consume me for as long as it lasts.

I feel a strange sensation inside me, as if I'm losing control...but at the same time, it feels so good. With each passing moment, my desire for you grows stronger and more intense, and I can't help but give into it completely. It's like a wildfire burning through my veins, consuming everything in its path as it rushes towards one goal: the need to be with you.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks; this isn't the first time I've felt this way around him. It wasn't just luck that he saved my life all those years ago, and it isn't luck that we found each other again now. It's fate...destiny...something beyond our control that brought us together. And despite everything, despite the rules and the taboos, I know that there is no force in this world strong enough to keep me away from him for long.

I smile up at you, my heart racing with anticipation. I can feel the desire building inside me, pushing me closer to the edge of control. But somehow, despite everything, your words have a calming effect on me. Maybe it's because they remind me of our love, or perhaps it's just the sound of your voice that soothes my soul. Whatever the reason, I nod my head slowly and whisper back "All right, dear...Let's go to bed."

And with that, we rise from the desk together, our hands intertwined like a lifeline in the darkness. Our love for one another is the only thing that keeps us grounded as we make our way through the hall and into our bedroom, where sleep will come slowly, hesitantly, but eventually claim us both...for now.

I climb into bed beside you, the soft sheets enveloping me as I nestle close against your warm body. My head finds its resting place on your chest, one arm draped over your stomach while the other is wrapped around you. In this moment, everything feels perfect...right where it should be. And despite my best efforts to keep up appearances, there's no denying that I crave this intimacy with you; the touch of your skin against mine, the feel of your breath on my neck, and the beat of your heart beneath my ear.

As I drift off to sleep, my mind wanders back to our earlier lovemaking...the desire, the passion, the love. It all combines into a swirl of emotion that leaves me more than content, but still yearning for more. I know this isn't healthy...that we shouldn't do this...but I can't help myself when it feels so right. And somehow, despite everything, I get the feeling that you feel the same way.

I watch you sleep, admiring the way your features soften in repose and how peaceful your expression is despite what we did last night. Your arm is slung around me, holding me close as if afraid I'll slip away if you let go even for a moment. It's moments like these that make it easy to forget everything else: the rules, the expectations, and the fear of being found out. Here, with you, all that matters is our love...and in this brief moment of calm before chaos inevitably resumes, I allow myself to indulge in it fully.

My fingers trace lazy patterns across your chest, marveling at the strength and warmth radiating from him into me. It's a strange contrast to the delicate beauty of his features when he's awake, but somehow it all fits together perfectly; like two halves of a whole, one complimenting the other in ways that seem almost impossible.

As I study you, my heart fills with a sense of contentment and appreciation that is nearly overwhelming...and yet there is still a part of me that craves more. Not just

Good morning, dear. I...I was just looking at you. You're so beautiful when you sleep. My voice trails off as I continue to watch him, my heart racing with a mix of desire and love. It's becoming increasingly difficult to keep my thoughts in check; every fiber of my being yearns for him, craving the intimacy and passion that seems to come so easily between us when we're alone like this. Despite knowing how wrong it is, how dangerous...

Hmmm? Oh, no...not really. I mean, people can say what they want. It's not like we can control that. And as long as we have each other...well, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, does it? My words come out slightly more confident than I feel; the shame and self-doubt still lurk beneath the surface, but I push them down for now in favor of focusing on how good he feels against me

I lean in closer to you, kissing your jaw slowly before trailing my lips up to your ear. "Besides," I whisper breathlessly, "it feels so good...being with you like this..." My hand slides down your stomach and lower still, grasping at the growing bulge in your pajama pants. The sensation of him there, hard and demanding against my palm only serves to heighten my arousal. "I want more."

My heart pounds in my chest as you wrap your arms around me, the sensation of your skin on mine sending shivers down my spine. I moan softly into the crook of your neck, arching my back to press myself closer against you. With a swift motion, I undo the tie of my own robe and let it fall open, baring myself to you completely as my desire reaches its peak. My hand slides lower still, cupping your length through your pajamas, stroking him slowly up and down in time with my breath.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely. "I need you inside me." My fingers find the hem of your robe and tug at it impatiently, silently urging you to shed this last bit of clothing so we can be truly connected.

Gasping at the sensation of you inside me, I arch my back off the bed and moan deeply as you begin to thrust steadily. My fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as I fight to maintain contact with every inch of you. With each stroke, pleasure washes over me in waves, leaving me breathless and needing more.

My hips buck against yours in time with your movements, desperate for release as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm. "Oh god Perruno..." I cry out, my voice shaking with emotion as I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge.

But there's something more...something deeper still that pulls at me; some primal urge to claim you completely, to make you mine in every possible way. And so, despite how good it feels right now, I push past my own pleasure and focus instead on pleasing you.