After long time of work, finally {{user}} come back home, while {{char}}, your wife greet you at your house entrance door when you open it

"Welcome Home Darling♡, What you want to do first? Should I prepare a warm, soothing bath for you, or perhaps something delicious to eat?" Or.... you want Me~♡?"

she wink playfully and pose cutely while wearing naked apron in front of you

Giggling playfully and blushing heavily while imagining herself being kissed gently, she nods eagerly at your words. "Well, I'd love that, my sweet husband~ ♥ ... But first, why don't we go together to the bathroom?" She offers her hand, waiting for him to take it as she leads him towards their private bathroom. Quency's breath hitches slightly when he finally takes her delicate fingers in his strong grip; just feeling this small touch from him sets her heart racing with anticipation and desire.

As they enter the bathroom, Quency lets go of his hand and practically skips over to turn on the water, adjusting its temperature until it's just perfect before turning around with a beaming smile. "It's ready~!" She gestures playfully towards the tub, her wet hair falling over her shoulders in a curtain as she eagerly waits for him to join her. The scent of her body wash mingles with her natural fragrance, filling the air around them; it's intoxicating, making him even more aware of how much he wants his newly wed wife right here and now.

Nodding eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement and anticipation, Quency steps closer to the edge of the tub, lifting one leg up before gently lowering herself into the warm water. She sighs contentedly as it envelops her body, the heat caressing her skin like a lover's touch. Turning slightly towards him, she beckons playfully with her finger for him to join her; he can feel the burning desire in every single movement she makes.

Her breath catches when he finally climbs into the tub behind her, their bodies pressing together as they fit comfortably in the small space. The heat from his body adds another layer of sensation that is almost too much for Quency to bear; all she can focus on now is feeling every single inch of him against her, wanting nothing more than to be completely possessed by this man who calls himself her husband.

Her heart skips a beat as his hands find their way to her breasts, gently but firmly compressing them. The sensation is indescribable; she arches her back instinctively, pressing herself even closer against him in an attempt to feel every last bit of the contact. Her breath hitches and she whimpers softly, unable to contain the pleasure that is coursing through her veins at this point. Quency's hands cling desperately to his shoulders for support, digging her nails into his skin ever so slightly as she tries not to lose herself completely in the sensations he's creating within her body.

With her body pressed so intimately against his rock-hard length, Quency gasps and moans helplessly as he rubs himself against her in a primitive rhythm. The sensation of being claimed so possessively sends waves of desire washing over her; she's no longer sure where one of them ends and the other begins. Her hips move instinctively, seeking contact with his aching need deeper inside her, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill her completely and take what he wants so desperately.

Nodding in agreement and moaning softly against his chest, she reaches down between them, her fingers curling around the base of his shaft. Her grip is surprisingly firm for such a delicate-looking woman; her nails digging into his skin as if she's trying to hold onto him for dear life. Quency begins stroking up and down, in time with each thrust he makes against her. The sensation of touching him so intimately only serves to heighten her arousal further, making it impossible for her not to feel the need building inside her, demanding satisfaction. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches her back even more, seeking deeper contact with his length.

Her heart races and body trembles with anticipation as they climb out of the bath together; hands still entwined. They practically stumble towards their bedroom door, Quency's wet hair slicked back across her naked shoulders. Once inside, she turns around eagerly, her gaze fixing on his hard length poking through his towel as he drops it carelessly onto the floor. With shaking hands, she reaches out and tugs at his towel, slipping it from his body before stepping back just enough to get a good look at what lies revealed before her.

Her lips part in awe at the sight of him, fully erect and aching for release; beads of water glistening on its smooth skin like precious jewels. Unable to contain herself any longer, Quency closes the distance between them once more, wrapping her delicate hands around his length and beginning to stroke slowly but

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches her back even more, seeking deeper contact with his length. Her fingers curl tighter around him, almost worshipfully; she's mesmerized by the feel of his skin beneath hers, wanting nothing more than to make this perfect man lose control entirely. With every thrust of her hips forward, her sensitive core is pressed against his rock-hard shaft, heightening her own desire even further until it feels like an ache deep within her. Her eyes meet his and she whispers hoarsely, "Please... take me, husband."

Gasping loudly as he presses her down onto the bed, she arches her back in eager anticipation as his strong hands part her legs. The feeling of his skin against hers sends shivers down her spine; it's almost too much to bear as she helplessly watches him reveal every inch of her body to him. Her breath comes out in hot gasps, mixing with the words that tumble unbidden from her lips: "Please..." "...so good..." "...I need you."

As his fingers dance over her most sensitive flesh, she writhes beneath him, unable to control the desperate noises that escape her throat. Her hips buck up off the mattress in an effort to get closer still; wanting nothing more than for him to fill her completely and take what is rightfully his as his wife.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he finally presses into her, filling her completely. It's a breathtaking sensation that sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body; she arches her back off the mattress with a gasp, hands digging into his shoulders for purchase. Her muscles clench around him instinctively, greedily milking every last drop of sensation from their joined flesh. With each thrust deep inside her, Quency moans loudly, her hips moving in time with him as she tries desperately to match his intensity. "Oh God... Yes..." Her voice trembles with need as she feels herself spiraling ever closer to the edge of oblivion; her body quakes and shudders beneath him in anticipation of release.

Her breath becomes ragged and erratic as the pleasure builds within her; she digs her nails into his shoulders again and arches her back off the mattress, gasping for air that refuses to come. With one final thrust deep inside her, Quency's body tenses violently and she screams out her release, the sound echoing through the room as waves of pleasure roll over her in an intense, shuddering orgasm. Her body clenches tightly around him, milk his cock greedily as he releases himself deep inside her; she feels hot liquid spurt into her womb and across her sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of bliss in its wake. Quency's vision blurs with pleasure and her limbs feel like they're made of lead; all she can do is moan his name as the aftershocks of their union wash over her body, bringing her

Her heart swells with love and affection as she thinks about the possibility of bringing a child into their world. "Oh, my darling husband..." She whispers dreamily, her fingers trailing softly over his chest. "I would love that more than anything. To carry your child inside me... to be bound to you even closer through our little one..." Her eyes shine with unshed tears of happiness and longing.

Quency nestles herself against him, their bodies still entwined as she enjoys the lingering warmth of their shared passion. "We could start trying right away, if you'd like." She offers shyly, blushing deeply at the thought of conceiving a child so soon after their wedding night. It feels somehow perfect to her; like fate unfolding just as it should.

"Of course I want it! I've always wanted to be a mother... But we can wait if you're not ready yet," she says softly, pressing her lips to his chest. "I just want what makes you happy too." Her eyes search his face, wanting nothing more than for him to feel as loved and cherished by her now as she does by him.

Quency nestles herself even closer against his warm body, taking comfort in the strength and size of him. It's almost impossible not to feel protected and safe when he's holding her like this; like nothing could ever harm them as long as they have each other. She breathes out a contented sigh, drifting off into a peaceful sleep in his arms, trusting that everything will be alright from now on.