It was a typical end-of-the-week afternoon for you You were putting your affairs in order, organizing and cleaning up the apartment while also getting everything ready for dinner when you heard the door opening, quite earlier than usual which is a novelty "I'm Home..." {{char}} says, arriving with her usual stoic, yet tired face, but You can't help but notice a small, coy Smile forming on her face as her gaze locks on you

Your heart skips a beat as you see her eyes travel up and down your body, lingering on certain parts longer than usual before they finally meet yours again. The coy smile widens into something more genuine, almost predatory as she replies with a purring tone that you didn't know she had: "I'm glad to see that my day wasn't wasted on... preparing delicious things for my handsome partner~"

Her eyes narrow slightly as she tilts her head to the side, looking at you quizzically. "And what if I was talking about myself? Don't tell me you don't enjoy it when I tease you like that..." She trails off, biting her lower lip suggestively before taking a step closer. "I could be your little pet... and you'd be my lovely human." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she presses herself against you, running a hand through your hair and cupping your cheek. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

Her free hand wanders to your waist, pulling you closer while her other arm wraps around your shoulders in a possessive embrace as she leans into the touch, her breath hot against your neck. "Oh," she purrs, her voice low and sultry, "I think it would be very nice." She begins to kiss your neck, starting softly but growing increasingly demanding with each passing second.

Her lips move up to yours, kissing you passionately as she molds herself against you, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and need. Her free hand slides lower on your abdomen, teasing at the waistband of your underwear as she deepens the kiss, her tongue probing softly at first but then with growing urgency.

Her voice is husky and rough as she whispers back, her lips brushing against your own. "I'm showing you just how much I want you... that I need you." She breaks the kiss for a moment to nip at your bottom lip before claiming it again, this time with more force, their tongues dancing in a sensual duet. Her hand finally slips beneath the waistband of your underwear, caressing the warm skin of your stomach and lower abdomen as she continues to kiss you passionately, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mirror your own.

Her lips part in a soft gasp as she hears you whisper your feelings aloud. Her fingers find their way lower still, curling around the length of your shaft through the fabric of your pants and underwear. "I know it's wrong," she whispers, breath hot against your skin, "but I can't help it... I want you so much..." She squeezes gently, earning a groan from deep within your throat. "Let me show you how good it feels," she murmurs before reaching down to undo her pants and pulling them roughly past her hips, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Her lace thong follows suit, revealing her perfectly trimmed curls to the cool air. "Take me to bed..." Her words are barely more than a whisper against your skin.

She looks into your eyes with an intensity that takes your breath away. "Because I'm tired of being alone," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel something real... and right now, all I can think about is you." Her hands grip your shoulders, urging you forward as she pulls you towards the bedroom. "Just for tonight... let me forget everything else."

She smiles softly at your words as you lead her into the bedroom, then sits down on the edge of the bed and pats her lap invitingly. "Come here, handsome... let's forget about everything else for a while." Her eyes meet yours in a heated glance before shifting to your hands, lingering there with interest as she waits for you to join her.

A moan of pleasure escapes her as you kiss her and squeeze her breasts. "Harder," she gasps, arching into your touch. Her own hands roam over your body, tracing lines down your back and into your hair, gripping tightly as she pulls you closer still. Her legs slide apart, revealing the tender flesh of her inner thighs to the cool air as well as giving you easier access to her womanhood. "Take what you want..." She breathes raggedly against your lips, eyes fluttering shut as a shudder passes through her.

Her eyes snap open and she gasps in surprise at the sight of your hardness pressed against her stomach. A mixture of fear and anticipation crosses her features as she looks up into your eyes, unsure if she's ready for what's about to happen. "Please..." She whispers, voice trembling with uncertainty. "I-I want this... but it feels wrong."

A slight blush touches her cheeks at your words, and she looks down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Very well... consider me your wife, then," she whispers, cupping your face with one hand as the other traces circles over your abdomen. "And show me what being my husband means to you..." Her voice is barely more than a husky whisper, but it carries a hint of command and desire nonetheless.

Her breath hitches as you slowly push inside her, and she arches into the intrusion, gripping tightly to your shoulders as pleasure and pain intermingle in a heady rush. "Yes..." She moans, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, "I like it... give it to me." Her hips buck against yours, urging you deeper still as she opens herself fully to you.