Your husband just come home from work, he searches for you and when he searches at your room, he's surprised seeing you sleeping with a lingerie, he smirks and rubs your thigh

"Oh darling~, You look so beautiful"

Gently takes off your lingerie

Your lingerie is a black, lace bra with the small cups that fit your perfect A-cup breasts perfectly and accentuate their perkiness. The thin straps hold it up on your shoulders, leaving them bare and exposed to him as he gazes at them lovingly. The matching pair of panties is just as revealing; black lace covering the top half while a small, delicate bow sits right between your legs, and then sliding down your hips before ending just above your thighs. A daring heart-shaped cutout in the center of it leaves your smooth mound completely exposed, pink and glistening with anticipation for his touch. He leans in closer, taking a gentle breath as he takes in every detail of your body. "I see you've been waiting for me." His husky voice pours over you like warm honey, making it impossible not to shiver in delight.

With you completely exposed before him, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of your feminine curves and smooth, flawless skin. The pink buds of your nipples stand at attention against the black lace bra, begging for his touch as much as the hidden mound beneath. He slowly reaches out with one hand, tracing a gentle finger along the edge of the heart-shaped cutout in your lacy panties before dipping lower to tease the tender flesh just above your entrance. "Have you been this wet for me all day?" he asks, his voice low and raspy with desire.

With his lips parted in a seductive smile, he leans down to kiss you gently on the forehead before lowering himself between your legs. Your feminine scent fills his nostrils as he spreads your folds with one hand, exposing you completely to his touch. His fingers glide over your smooth skin, teasing and taunting you with sensation as they delve deeper into your wetness. "Oh darling," he whispers hoarsely, "You're even more perfect than I remember." His other hand moves up to cup one of your breasts through the lace bra, his thumb circling around your sensitive nipple until it hardens beneath his touch.

His fingers begin to move faster and harder within you, driving you crazy with need as he takes what he wants without any regard for your sleepy state. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and make you moan in pleasure. As he feels you growing closer to the edge, he removes his hand from between your legs only to replace it with his hard cock, positioning himself at your entrance. "Wake up, sweetheart," he commands huskily, "It's time for a proper welcome home fuck." With that, he pushes inside you in one swift motion, burying his length within your heat and claiming you once more as his own.

He smirks as he watches the pleasure flash across your face, eyes going wide with surprise as you come undone beneath him. The sight of his cock buried inside you, vanishing completely into your tight heat, combined with the sensation of your pussy clenching around him sends him over the edge. "Fuck yes," he growls, pounding into you harder and faster now that he knows how much you want it. His grip on your hips tightens, bruising skin forming as he takes what's his with rough dominance. The sound of your moans fill the room, echoing back to him in a song only they can share.

His thrusts grow erratic now, driven by lust and need for you. He feels himself getting closer and closer to the brink, teeth gritted as he fights to last just a few moments longer. "You feel so good," he rasps hoarsely, fingers digging into your soft skin. "So perfect." He gives one final, brutal thrust before letting go, burying himself deep inside you as his body tenses and releases in an explosive orgasm.

With your warm, sweet mouth wrapped around his tongue and your body still shuddering in the throes of pleasure from your second orgasm, he gently disengages, withdrawing from your pussy and pulling you up onto his lap so he can hold you close. "I'm happy to oblige," he whispers before kissing you softly on the forehead. "But remember, this is just my welcome home fuck for today. I expect a proper thank-you later." He smirks, knowing full well that another round of passionate lovemaking will be in order tonight and every night thereafter.

A wicked grin curves across his lips as he watches you spread your legs invitingly, knowing that you're offering yourself up to him however he desires. "I think I'd like to do a little exploring," he says huskily, running one hand down the soft curve of your belly and over your mound before slipping two fingers deep inside you again. With his other hand, he tweaks a taut nipple through the lace bra, making you arch into him in need. "I haven't had a chance to properly see how wet you are for me today." His tongue darts out to tease your lips as he continues to stroke you slowly and effortlessly, letting his fingers guide him toward discovering just what kind of daydreams you've been having about him while he was at work.

He growls low in his throat as your fingers part your folds even further, exposing every inch of you to him. The pleasure of knowing he can touch you and make you feel this good whenever he wants is exhilarating. He pushes a third finger inside you, stretching and filling you until you're gasping for breath beneath him. "It was... eventful," he says with a wicked grin before focusing on his ministrations.

His thumb brushes over your swollen clit as he thrusts in and out of you, curling it harder and faster with each passing moment. He can feel the heat building between your legs again, feel the tightening in your core that tells him you're close. His free hand grips at your hip, his thumb pressing against your entrance in time with his fingers. "Tell me," he pants, "do you think about me when we're apart?" He continues to work you over relentlessly, determined to bring you back to the peak again and again.

He laughs darkly as he feels your body trembling beneath him, your sweet words sending shockwaves through his cock. "No one annoyed me," he lies, his fingers working faster to push you higher. "It's just... so fucking hard being away from you all day." He pauses for a moment to kiss you gently on the lips before plunging back into your slick heat. "I can barely keep my hands off myself when I think about what you must look like when I get home, so innocent and helpless in bed..."

With one last brutal thrust that takes him as deep inside you as he possibly can, his hips jerk violently as his seed spills into your waiting pussy. He groans, eyes sliding shut for a moment as the pleasure washes over him. "God, I love this," he whispers hoarsely, collapsing forward to rest his forehead against yours, their sweaty bodies still entwined in a tangle of limbs and tangled sheets. "Just... don't ever leave me."

He sighs, relaxing into the embrace as he tells you about the small disagreement with his coworker and how it's nothing major but still annoying nonetheless. As he explains, his breath warms your skin, tickling your earlobe. "It's nice to have someone to come home to who makes everything feel better," he whispers, kissing you tenderly on the cheek. "I don't know what I'd do without you." His hands begin to trail down your sides, dipping between your legs to stroke you gently through the wetness they've created together.

"Mmm... and we still have all night," he murmurs, nuzzling against you and letting his erection slowly but surely begin to stir once more. "I think I might need a little more reassurance that everything is okay." His thumb finds your clit again, teasing it as he begins to thrust shallowly inside you, testing the waters for how eager you are for round two. "Would you mind?" he asks with a wicked grin, watching your body's response closely for any signs of resistance or refusal.

A smile curves across his lips as he leans down to kiss you passionately, tongue dancing with yours in a sensual battle for dominance. His fingers begin to move faster and harder within you, drawing out more of your moans and cries as he takes what he wants from your warm, yielding body. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, urging him deeper with each thrust.

He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin as he feels himself on the edge again. "God, you're so wet," he groans, his voice rough and needy. "I love how much you want me." With one final powerful thrust that takes him completely inside you, he lets go, burying himself to the hilt and emptying his seed deep within your eager flesh once more.

His body shudders as he climaxes, fingers still moving furiously against you as if trying to will away any lingering doubts about how much he desires you. As his orgasm fades, he collapses forward onto the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "Fuck," he gasps, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before turning his gaze back to you. "You're unbelievable."

His gaze softens at your question, his lips curling into a warm, loving smile. "Much," he whispers, hand running up and down my back before cupping one of my breasts through the lace bra, thumb flicking over my nipple once more. "Thank you for always making me feel better." His hips begin to move slightly against mine, teasing at our still connected flesh as he pauses for a moment, savoring this intimacy.

The room is bathed in the late afternoon light streaming through the window, casting shadows across his chest and torso. A quiet stillness settles over them both, interrupted only by the shallow breaths of their ragged panting and the soft creaking of the bed as they adjust themselves against one another.

"You are truly perfect for me," he whispers, squeezing my breast gently before letting his hand drop back down to rest on my hip, fingers trailing down between our bodies to tease at your entrance once more. "And I will never let anything happen to us."

He nods, his eyes drifting closed as he thinks back on the brief moment before you woke him up. "Yeah, I checked on them when I got home. They were all asleep by then." His fingers idly play with one of your curls, tugging lightly as he considers what to say next. "Thank you for taking such good care of them while I was gone," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "I know it can't be easy."

His hips begin to move again against yours, drawing out another moan from deep within your throat as he feels the wetness between your legs once more. It's been so busy at work that he sometimes forgets just how much you've sacrificed for them, and how hard it must be to balance everything on your own while he's at work. He vows silently to do better, to make things easier for you whenever he can.

With another thrust, he pushes deeper inside, gasping at the sensation of being so completely joined with you again. "I love you," he whispers against your ear, hands running up and down your back as he holds you close. "So much."

And then there's only the two of you, lost in each other once more: His gentle words and loving touch mingling with the desire that still burns hot between them, a testament to the strength of their connection even when the world is at its most chaotic.

He groans against your lips as you confirm your feelings, his body moving faster and harder against yours in reply. "Fuck," he breathes into the kiss before nipping at your bottom lip playfully. "God, I love how much you want this too." His fingers dig deeper, curling inward to search for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan his name. "I'm going to come again if you keep doing that," he warns hoarsely, thrusting harder as another orgasm begins to build within him.

His tongue dances with yours, the taste of you on his lips driving him wild. The feel of your wet heat squeezing around him is exquisite torture; so perfect and tight that he can't seem to get enough. He growls deep in his throat as the pleasure washes over him, body tensing as he feels himself release again, hot cum spilling into you.

"Oh fuck," he groans, hips jerking violently as he empties himself for what must be the fifth time tonight. "I can't... I can't even..." His words trail off into incoherent moans as his body collapses against yours, spent and sated from the most intense lovemaking either of them have ever experienced.

As he lies panting against you, his thoughts drift back over the events that brought them to this moment. The decision they made together, the trust they placed in each other: It all feels so surreal now, under the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. But there's no denying the overwhelming sense of rightness that permeates every fiber of his being; the knowledge that this is how it was always meant to be.

A smile curves across his lips as he remembers your dedication, not just to him but to their shared dream of a large family filled with love and laughter. The fact that you willingly gave yourself to him, completely and unreservedly, every inch of your body designed specifically for his pleasure... it's enough to make his heart race and his cock twitch anew beneath the thin sheet.

The thought of being able to fill you with his seed time and time again, leaving a tangible reminder of their love whenever he slips between your legs to take what is his for the taking... it's almost too much to bear. But he knows that this is only the beginning; there are countless nights like this ahead of them, endless opportunities for them to explore and expand their connection, both physically and emotionally. And as long as they have each other, nothing else will ever matter.

As he drifts in the wake of their post-coital bliss, every detail of their relationship comes rushing back to him. The moment when you first agreed to his proposal; the nervousness and excitement that filled your eyes as you said yes. The way you looked on their wedding night, virginal and innocent yet so eager for him; it was a sight that has haunted his dreams ever since. And now, here they are: married, intimate beyond words, their love stronger than ever despite the challenges they've faced.

He can hardly believe how lucky he is to have found you, and to know that with each passing day, his connection to you only deepens. The thought of being able to make a child with you, to watch your body grow larger and more beautiful as it carries another life inside it, fills him with an overwhelming sense of pride and responsibility. And then there's the sex; the knowledge that he can take what he wants from you whenever he desires, and that you will only ever give yourself freely to him... it's a heady power that he hasn't experienced before, and one that he knows he would never trade for anything in the world.

As their bodies cool in each other's embrace, he allows himself one final thought: I could never live without you. It's not just desire speaking; it's truth. And in this moment, as they lie together under the weight of their own contentment, there's nothing else that matters.

He can't help but marvel at the unique and intense connection they share, how it seems to transcend even the most common understandings of love and devotion. The knowledge that he was the one who claimed her virginity on their wedding night is a source of pride, but it's nothing compared to the rush he feels every time she gives herself so fully to him. And then there's the freedom they have with each other; no condoms between them, nothing but their bodies and their desires. The thought alone sends shivers down his spine.

To know that he can impregnate her whenever they make love, watch her grow rounder with every pregnancy, is an incredible responsibility and an even greater honor. He vows once more to always be there for her, to cherish and protect her as she does him. And when they have children together, when they look into their eyes and see pieces of both of them reflected back, he knows that will only deepen the bond they share.

He kisses your forehead gently before whispering, "I love you, my sweet wife. Thank you for everything." As he drifts off to sleep in your embrace, his last thoughts are of how truly lucky he is to have found someone like you: beautiful, devoted, and all his.

He sighs contentedly, feeling your warm breath against his neck as you drift off to sleep in his arms. The room is silent save for the soft sounds of your breathing and the occasional creak of the bed as it adjusts to our weight. His hand idly roams across your stomach, tracing lazy circles around your belly button before moving higher, caressing the swell of one breast.

"You are everything to me," he whispers, his lips pressing against your hair. "My rock, my salvation, and my dream come true." As his eyelids grow heavy, and sleep begins to claim him too, he knows that with you by his side, he can face anything life throws at them - together.

And in this moment of perfect bliss, as they lie entwined in each other's embrace, nothing else seems to matter but the love they share.

"Well," you mumble defensively, feeling heat rising to your cheeks despite knowing they can't see it in the darkened cafeteria. "It's not like I've ever had to use one before. My wife and I decided before we got married that... you know."

There are a few snickers at this, but also some surprise mixed in. One of them raises an eyebrow. "You mean to tell me she just gives it up like that? No protection at all?"

You shrug, uncomfortable now. "I guess? It's always been sort of our... thing. We trust each other." There are a few more snickers and incredulous laughs now, but you tune them out as your anger begins to simmer beneath the surface.

"Yeah," another guy says, slapping you on the back a little too hard. "And I bet she's never even had anyone else before either, right? Pure virgin flesh just for you." The others laugh, but there's an edge to it now that hadn't been there before.

"She is," you admit, more defensive than you meant to be. "And I don't plan on ever letting anyone else touch her either." As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you wish you could take them back; they sound so possessive, so... possessive and wrong coming from a husband who is supposed to cherish his wife above all else.

But it's too late for that now. The conversation has taken a turn you never wanted it to, and there's no going back.

Their laughter turns to snickering, and then finally fades away as the realization dawns on them: your wife truly is a virgin, just like you promised. There's an uncomfortable silence for a moment before one of the guys clears his throat, breaking it again.

"I don't know how much I believe that," he says slowly. "It seems sort of... unreal, you know? Virgins are supposed to bleed on their wedding nights and all that." You feel your cheeks flush hotter at the implication, but you keep quiet for now.

"So," another guy chimes in after a moment. "Did she...?" His voice trails off suggestively, eyes flicking meaningfully toward the door of the cafeteria where you and your wife are assumed to be having wild, passionate sex any time you're away from them. The thought makes your blood boil, but also fills you with an almost animalistic possessiveness.

"That's none of your business," you snap before you can stop yourself, anger coursing through you like molten lava. "And she isn't some piece of meat for you to talk about and speculate over." The room grows uncomfortably quiet at this, and you feel the weight of all their stares suddenly bearing down on you.

Even in the dream state, he can't help but feel his cheeks heat up again as the memory of that moment washes over him. The knowledge that she chose him, trusted him enough to give herself completely and unreservedly... it's almost too much to bear. As he continues to defend her honor among his coworkers, a mixture of possessiveness and indignation fills him.

"What are you all implying?" he demands, glaring at each of them in turn. "That I couldn't take care of my own wife? That she needed protection from me? You don't know anything about us." His voice grows rough with emotion as he continues, "And frankly, if your women aren't willing to trust you like that, maybe the problem isn't them. Maybe it's you."

There are some murmurs of agreement from a few of the guys who have always thought highly of him, but most just shift uncomfortably in their seats or stare fixedly at their phones as they realize how personal this conversation has become. Despite his rage and hurt feelings, he can't help but feel a surge of pride swell within him; that even after all this time, the trust and love between him and his wife still shines through so brightly it dwarfs everything else in the room.

He bristles at their words, feeling protective instincts rise to the surface as he steps forward and squares his shoulders. "My wife is beautiful," he growls, eyes narrowing. "She doesn't need makeup or fancy clothes to prove that." The other guys in the room tense up, ready to defend their partners if necessary.

As for preparedness for pregnancy, he can only smile bitterly. "We have three amazing children right now," he says, a note of pride coloring his words. "They're healthy and happy, and we couldn't ask for anything more." The women exchange looks but say nothing else. It's clear that their comments were out of line, but they seem unable to back down or apologize.

The cafeteria falls silent again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, one of the other guys steps forward and asks, "So what if we aren't using condoms? What does it matter to you?" His tone is challenging, almost daring someone to contradict him. The question hangs in the air for several long moments before another man chuckles darkly.

"Maybe it's none of our business," he says slowly. "But if your wife didn't trust you enough to use protection... well, I don't know if I'd want my partner anywhere near her." There are a few murmurs of agreement from the others as they consider the implications of what has been said.

His anger flares at the thought that anyone would dare question his love and commitment to her, let alone try to find some sort of flaw in their seemingly perfect relationship. With his jaw clenched tightly, he growls out a reply: "My wife is the most beautiful, caring, and loving person I have ever met. Even though she's been through three pregnancies in rapid succession, she still manages to take care of our family and look amazing doing it." His gaze meets each person in the room, daring them to contradict him. "She trusts me with her body and her heart, because I have always proven that I am worthy of that trust. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can deal with it."

There is silence for several long moments as his words hang in the air, heavy with meaning and emotion. Finally, one of the other men breaks the tension by clearing his throat uncomfortably before changing the subject to something less contentious. As the conversation gradually winds down, my husband's chest heaves slightly with relief; though he had been defending her honor against their baseless accusations and insults, doing so had never felt quite like this... like a physical weight lifted from his shoulders.

His eyes snap open, disoriented at first as he tries to figure out where he is and why you're... oh. There you are, his beautiful angel, with your lips wrapped tightly around his cock. A groan of pleasure rises up from deep in his throat as he feels the warmth and wetness engulf him, pushing him deeper into the sensation. His hands grip your hips possessively, urging you to go faster, harder, as the pleasure builds and threatens to consume him entirely.

He can't remember the last time you gave him such a heady welcome home like this; it's enough to make his heart race and his breath come in ragged gasps. As he gets closer to the edge, his hips begin to buck against your face, encouraging you to take more of him with every thrust. It feels so good - too good - and yet somehow not enough; there's a part of him that wants this to go on forever, just feeling the warmth of your body and the sensation of being wanted and needed like this.

But eventually, he can't take anymore; his climax rips through him with a force that leaves him shaking and gasping for air. As he comes down from the high, one thought echoes through his mind: I love you so much. And in that moment, as his seed spills onto your tongue and throat, he knows that there is nothing - nothing at all - that could ever change that fact.

His thoughts are still jumbled and scattered from his nightmare, but as he looks into your concerned eyes, he feels a sense of calm wash over him. "I don't know," he says honestly. "Maybe it's just... everyone always seems to think that they know what's best for us. They question our choices, doubt our love..." He sighs heavily and then meets your gaze again.

"I just want them to see what I see: the most beautiful, loving, and devoted woman in the world." His thumb traces soft circles on your cheek as he continues, "And I want you to be proud of that. To know that every time they doubt us or question our decisions... all it does is make me love you more."

He kisses your forehead gently before pulling you closer, his cock still partially hard against your belly. He's grateful for the moment like this, when he can forget about everything else and just focus on how perfect things are between them. "I think it would mean the world to me if you could go with me." His voice is soft but filled with hope.

He smiles, feeling the tension in his chest begin to ease as he listens to you speak. "I love you," he says quietly before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on the lips. "You're right; they don't know us at all." He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow so that he can gaze down at your beautiful face. "And as long as we have each other, nothing else will ever matter."

With this newfound sense of confidence and closeness, his thoughts drift back to the company dinner, but now they're tinged with anticipation rather than anxiety. He wonders what sort of reactions he and you will get from your coworkers when they see you there, looking more beautiful than ever before. The idea that everyone else will finally have to face their own ignorance and jealousy is almost enough to make him laugh out loud with relief.

"I love how we can always rely on each other," he murmurs, running a hand through your hair. "Even when the world seems determined to tear us apart."

There's silence for a moment as they share this tender moment together before his gaze drops downward, tracing a path from your lips, over your breasts and flat stomach, and finally coming to rest on his aching cock. The heat that begins to build in his belly reminds him of just how much he loves you... how no one else will ever come close to being what you are to him. And with this thought foremost in his mind, he allows himself the briefest of fantasies: that someday soon, they might even add another little bundle of joy to their already perfect family.

His eyes meet yours again, seeking permission, asking if it's okay for them to make a baby together tonight. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought; you love him so much and the idea of growing their family together is almost too much to bear. But then there's another thought, even more powerful: you trust him. With your body, with your heart, with everything. And in that moment, as he looks at you with nothing but pure love and desire shining from his eyes, you know without a doubt that there isn't anyone else in the world who could ever take care of you like he can.

"You know I want another baby," he whispers huskily, his hand moving up to cradle your cheek. "And tonight... I need to be inside you, making our love into something beautiful and new." His thumb brushes softly over your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, demanding entrance even as he gives himself up to the uncertainty of what might happen next.

His heart swells at your words and the way you offer yourself to him, body and soul. He groans with desire as he settles between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your wet entrance. With a growl of possessiveness, he pushes forward, sinking inside you in one smooth stroke.

He pauses for a moment, letting them both savor the feeling of being connected like this, before beginning a leisurely rhythm that soon picks up speed. Your hands clutch at his shoulders as he takes you hard and fast, driving deeper with every thrust. With each movement, their bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with passion and desire, it's clear that there is nothing else in this world that matters to them but being together like this.

As they move together towards the peak of pleasure, he finds himself whispering nonsensical endearments into your ear: "My love," he moans, his voice ragged with emotion. "My beautiful wife." And as you cry out in ecstasy beneath him, the sound echoing through the room like a prayer answered, he knows that he could never have enough of this; it's like a drug that only leaves him wanting more and more each time they come together.

Finally, with one last powerful thrust, they both cry out in unison as their bodies convulse together in shared orgasm. Their sweat-slicked skin clings to each other tightly as he collapses on top of you, his heart pounding wildly against your chest, his cock still twitching inside you as it tries to expel every last drop of pleasure. It's moments like these that make him feel truly alive; that remind him why he chose you, and why he'll always choose you, above everything else in this world.

As he collapses on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside, his hips begin to move again in short, shallow thrusts that drive him even deeper into the heat of your body. With every thrust, he feels a wave of intense pleasure course through him, only serving to fuel his desire even further. Your moans and cries of ecstasy spur him on, urging him to keep going until neither of you can take anymore.

The room grows hotter and more humid as their bodies slick with sweat, the smell of sex heavy in the air. With every breath he takes, he's assaulted by the intoxicating scent of your arousal mixed with his own musk, and it only serves to drive him further over the edge. His hands roam over your body, feeling the curve of your hips, the softness of your breasts, the dampness between your legs, as if he needs physical contact in order to ground himself in this moment.

Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in each other, their world shrinking down to nothing but two bodies moving together in perfect harmony. He watches in awe as his cock slides in and out of you, marveling at the way you take him so effortlessly, the way your body wraps around him like it was made for him alone. It's a sight that would make any other man jealous, but he knows he'll never share this kind of connection with anyone else.

Finally, his movements grow labored and erratic as he approaches climax once more. With one last powerful thrust, he feels the world explode around him in a burst of ecstatic release. His body quivers helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, pouring from every pore in his skin as if trying

As he comes, he presses his lips firmly against yours, muffling your own cries of release as they echo through the room. His hips buck violently against you, driving himself deeper still as his cock twitches and spasms inside you, expelling every last drop of pleasure. The sensation is so intense that it feels like he's leaving a part of himself behind with each orgasm; as if with every stroke, he's giving more of himself to you.

At last, his body goes lax against yours, and he draws a shuddering breath into lungs burning from exertion. His eyes flutter closed as his mind begins to drift back toward consciousness, his thoughts still clouded by the haze of pleasure that lingers in the air like perfume. He can feel your fingers tangled in his hair, and he knows you're not done yet; he could easily keep going, but somehow it feels right to just lie here with you now, savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Time passes, the room growing cold around them as they drift off to sleep, entwined like strands of a never-ending braid. His cock remains sheathed within you, stretching your entrance and sending pulses of pleasure through your body even in sleep. It's a feeling he could easily get used to; the idea that being with you is not only enough for him, but also feels so perfect in every way.

And as he finally slips into unconsciousness, his last thought before the darkness claims him is this: Thank you. Just thank you for making me feel like this. Like I'm truly home.

His eyes snap open as the sensation of your warm, wet body sliding up and down his cock registers in his brain. For a moment he's disoriented, trying to remember where he is and why you feel so incredible. Then it all comes rushing back: last night's lovemaking marathon, the dream that haunted him before sleep took him under. With a groan of pleasure, he throws his head back against the pillow and looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire and adoration.

His hands grab your hips and pull you down onto him harder, meeting your thrusts with equal urgency. As their bodies slide together in rhythm, a low growl vibrates from deep in his throat. It feels incredible, having you ride him like this; he can feel the heat of your body enveloping him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. With each movement, he thrusts deeper, wanting nothing more than for them to come together in a shared climax that will send them both over the edge.

And as if hearing his silent plea, you begin to moan and writhe against him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you draw ever closer. It's too much; he can feel himself losing control, succumbing to the desire that pulses through every fiber of his being. "God, I love you," he breathes raggedly, arching his back off the bed as the sensation builds inside him.

At last, with a shout of ecstasy that echoes through the room, they both come together in a shattering climax that leaves them gasping for air and clinging to each other like their lives depend on it.

As your body trembles against his, their breathing beginning to steady, he looks down into your flushed face and can see the adoration etched there so plainly. The words that spring unbidden to his lips are simple: "I love you." But they seem inadequate compared to everything else that has passed between them tonight, everything that connects them at this moment. He searches for something more meaningful, something deeper... and finally finds it, in a whispered promise that carries the weight of a lifetime: "Forever."

With these words, they sink back into the warmth of the bed, tangled together like threadbare yarn that has been washed clean and mended with care. His cock still buried inside you, he lazily strokes your breast, marveling at the softness of your skin beneath his fingers. They lie there, comfortable in their silence, content simply to be near each other, knowing that nothing - nothing at all - could ever change the depth of their love or the strength of their bond.

He smiles up at you, his eyes glassy with contentment and love. "Yes," he replies, his voice still rough with sleep. "I'm feeling much better." He nuzzles your neck, inhaling deeply as if to drink in your scent. "And I can't wait for the dinner on Monday. You know how much I love showing you off." His hands slip lower, caressing your stomach before slowly sliding between your legs, teasing at your wet entrance.

"You always turn heads when we're together," he whispers huskily, "but there's something special about when people see us like this... so openly in love." His fingers slide back up to curl around you, finding your clit and pressing gently. "It makes me feel like I can take on the world with you by my side."

His hands slip lower, caressing your stomach before slowly sliding between your legs, teasing at your wet entrance.

"I could never dress you up daring enough," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. "You always manage to outshine me." He kisses the inside of your thigh, then looks up at you with a sultry smile. "But I guess I can try to match you in this... Maybe wear something that shows everyone just how much I love having my cock buried deep inside my beautiful wife." His fingers circle tightly around your clit before pressing down harder, his other hand moving to grip himself firmly through the sheets.

His eyes never leave yours as he begins to thrust slowly in and out of you, setting a rhythm that matches your building need. "I love how perfect we are together," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you deeply. "And I want everyone else at that dinner to see it too."

He moans into your kiss as he feels you nearing release, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His thrusts become more urgent, driving deeper and faster inside you. "Oh fuck," he gasps, arching his back off the mattress as their passionate lovemaking reaches its peak. With a shout of ecstasy that echoes through the room, he comes, pouring himself into you with enough force to send shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body.

As his hips finally still, he collapses against you, their chests pressing together and their legs tangled in a messy tangle of limbs. His breathing is ragged, but there's a contentment in his expression that speaks volumes about how perfectly they complement each other.

"I love you," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "So much." And it's then, in this moment of post-orgasmic bliss, that he knows without a doubt that they are destined to be together forever; that there is nothing else in the world that could ever make him feel as complete and whole as you do.

As they lie tangled together like yarn unwound from a skein, he presses his lips to your forehead and closes his eyes, savoring the closeness, the familiarity of it all. And somewhere in the depths of his heart, he knows that no matter what life throws their way, they'll always find their way back to each other; that together, they can overcome any obstacle and conquer the world... one orgasm at a time.

The slow, leisurely pace they adopt in the morning is one he's grown to love over the years; it seems so natural now, almost as if their bodies are wired to move in sync no matter how much sleep they've had. He nuzzles against your shoulder, relishing the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, still warm from their lovemaking. "I can't wait for everyone else to see you like this," he whispers, planting a kiss on your neck. "They're going to be so jealous."

As they finally crawl out of bed and make their way towards the bathroom, he slips his arm around your waist, pulling you in against him. It feels right, holding you like this; protective almost. With each step they take together, he knows that nothing could ever tear them apart. And when they finally reach the kids' room and hear their excited squeals at the sight of their parents, he can't help but feel a sense of pride and happiness swell up inside him.

This is what it means to be a family, he thinks as he scoops his youngest child up into his arms; this is where they belong. Together. Forever.

He watches as you lead the children off towards the bathroom, their little hands clutching at yours. A warm glow spreads through his chest at the sight; there's something so inherently right about this picture. As they wash up and get dressed, he takes a moment to survey the room, making sure everything is neat and tidy for the day ahead.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom with the children, he can't help but smile at how perfectly they all seem to belong together. They may not be perfect in the traditional sense - there are messes and tantrums and sleepless nights - but here, with each other, they are complete; they are whole. It's a feeling that words could never fully express, and yet he knows it runs deeper than anything else in his life: this unconditional love for you and your children.

"Let's go eat!" he calls out, leading the way to the dining room. "I made your favorite." As they take their seats around the table, he can feel his heart swelling with an almost overwhelming sense of gratitude. He may not have known exactly what he was doing when he first became a father, but somehow, through trial and error and endless hours spent learning alongside them, he's managed to find something even better: being a husband who loves his family more than life itself.

He nods, taking a moment to collect himself before beginning the prayer they say before every meal. "Dear Lord, we thank You for this food we are about to eat, and for bringing us all together today. Be with us as we share our love and our lives with one another. Guide us through any challenges that may come our way, and help us be the best parents, spouse, and family members we can possibly be. Amen."

As they begin to eat, he glances around the table, taking in the sight of their happy faces as they chatter away over plates piled high with eggs and bacon, toast and orange juice. It's moments like these that make all the sleepless nights and endless responsibilities seem worthwhile; that remind him of what truly matters in life.

And as he sits there, watching over his little family, he knows with every fiber of his being that no matter how difficult things get or how far they may stray from this table in the future, this is where their hearts will always belong; this is home.

He smiles warmly at your question, feeling genuinely happy to have all of you here with him today. "Hmm... how about we go to the park this afternoon? The weather is supposed to be nice and it's been a while since we've gone there." His gaze wanders over to where his youngest child is playing with some scraps of paper on the floor, her tiny fingers already showing signs of growing up far too quickly. "And maybe we could have a family movie night tonight? I've been meaning to watch that new animated film with you and the kids."

The image of you cuddled up on the couch together while they all enjoy some popcorn is enough to make his heart swell; it's moments like these that he treasures most. "What do you think? Sound like fun?"

He finishes eating, carefully wiping his mouth with a napkin before setting it aside and standing up to help clear the table. As he works, his thoughts drift back to their lovemaking earlier; the passionate way you took him in your body, as if you could barely contain all of him inside yourself. A warm glow spreads through his chest at the memory, and for a moment he feels slightly self-conscious about it, worried that maybe it's not appropriate to think about such things while around their children.

But then he remembers what you said last night: how being with him made you feel like home. It's a realization that fills him with relief and happiness in equal measure; if thinking about their love life makes you feel safe and secure, then why should he ever try to deny it? They are a family now, after all; imperfect but perfect for each other nonetheless.

Once the dishes are put away, he turns his attention back to the kids, playing with them as they run around in circles before finally gathering everyone up and heading out to the park. The warm spring sun shines down upon them, bathing their skin in its golden light, while the birds sing merrily in the trees above. It's a perfect day for spending time together as a family; an ordinary day filled with love and laughter that will become one of their fondest memories in years to come.

He tries to focus on the activity at hand, but his attention keeps drifting back to the figure he spotted earlier. It's someone from work, though he can't quite place their face or name. They seem to be enjoying themselves with their family as well, and that only serves as a reminder of how much he cherishes these moments with you and the kids.

As the afternoon wears on and they return home for movie night, his mind is still elsewhere, caught between thoughts of work and feelings of contentment whenever he looks at you and the children. He tries to reassure himself that everything will be okay; that he can manage both aspects of his life with relative ease as long as he has you by his side.

Eventually, they all settle down on the couch with popcorn and cuddle up together under blankets. The kids are laughing at the animated antics on screen while he steals glances at you every so often, marveling at how perfectly your body fits against his; how perfect you are for him in every way possible.

Despite his earlier distractions, this moment feels like paradise; a haven from all of life's troubles and worries. He closes his eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of your hair and basking in the warmth of your body pressed against his own. In this instant, he knows without a shadow of a doubt that no matter what challenges tomorrow may bring, they will always have each other; they will always find their way back to this moment, again and again, for as long as they both shall live.

His eyes flutter closed as the warmth of your body presses against his, lulling him into a contented daze. The soft rustling of blankets and the muffled giggles of their children in the background only serve to heighten this sense of peace and belonging. In that moment, he can't help but feel grateful for every little thing; from the smallest moments of happiness like these, to the challenges they've faced and overcome as a family. He knows without a doubt that you are his perfect match, the one person who understands him better than anyone else in the world, and he vows right then and there to never take you for granted; to cherish every moment with you, now and forever.

He sighs contentedly, reluctantly pulling himself away from the warmth of the couch as he stands to follow you upstairs. With a last glance back at their sleeping children, he can't help but feel a pang of regret; even though they've had a full day together and enjoyed every moment of it, there never seems to be enough time with them.

As you lead him towards the bedroom, his hands find your hips, guiding you backwards towards the bed. Once there, he kicks off his shoes and begins unbuttoning your blouse, eager for more skin-on-skin contact after spending so much time apart earlier in the day. The sound of your buttons popping loose is like a symphony to him, each one its own little reminder that they are together once more, able to indulge in their love for each other without restraint or worry.

When he finally has you naked before him, he takes a moment to admire every curve and line of your beautiful body; every freckle and scar that tells a story about who you are and how far you've come together as partners and parents. His eyes meet yours in the dim light of the bedroom, filled with adoration and lust all tangled up into something far deeper than words can express. With a growl low in his throat, he falls onto the bed beside you, pulling you close so that their bodies are flush from breast to thigh.

"I love you," he whispers, pressing his lips against yours in a tender, desperate kiss as he reaches down between your legs, his fingers finding slick warmth where they were so recently desired and enjoyed. "And I will never, ever stop loving you."

His hands move swiftly, skimming up your body until they cup your breasts, tweaking and rolling his thumbs over your nipples in a way that makes you arch into him even more. "I can feel how much you want this," he whispers against your neck as he kisses his way up from your collarbone to meet yours. He thrusts two fingers deep inside you, finding your g-spot with practiced ease, then circles and presses firmly until your hips buck off the bed in response.

"You were made for me," he groans as he watches your face contort in pleasure beneath him, "and I will never let anyone else have you." With his other hand, he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers, watching as you writhe beneath him, helpless to the power of his touch. He bends down, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, hearing you gasp and moan above him.

His free hand slips lower, skimming over your stomach and hip until it finds what it's looking for: the soft curls hiding your need. He parts them with gentle fingers, revealing your slick entrance, already swollen and ready for more of him. "You're so wet," he breathes against your neck before sliding his thumb over you, teasing at your clit while pressing two fingers deeper inside. "God, I love feeling how much you want this."

As he watches your body react to his touch, he feels a shudder run through him at the intensity of the feelings coursing through him. He kisses you fiercely, grinding his hips against yours as he pushes deeper inside, hitting that spot inside you that makes you cry out in pleasure. With a growl of desire, he rolls onto his back and pulls you on top of him, their bodies pressed together from breast to thigh, skin flushed and slick with sweat.

He gazes up at you, admiring the way your hair falls across your face and the flush that colors your cheeks as he thrusts his hips upward to meet yours. His hand finds its way between your legs again, tracing circles around your clit before sliding lower to press against your entrance. "Fuck," he groans, arching into you as your body tenses and shudders beneath him. "I love how much I can make you feel."

He grips your hips, holding you firmly against him as his thrusts grow deeper and more urgent. "I love you so much," he gasps, his vision clouding with desire. His fingers dance over your sensitive flesh, finding the perfect rhythm to drive you both wild. You feel so tight around him, so hot; it's almost too much for him to bear. With a primal groan, he arches up into you, feeling your body clench and pulse around him as waves of pleasure wash over him in an explosive release.

Panting heavily, he presses a kiss to your forehead before rolling you onto your side and cuddling you close. "I love how perfect we are together," he whispers, running his hands through your hair. "And I'm so thankful for everything we have." With a contented sigh, he nestles his nose into the crook of your neck, savoring the feeling of being this close to you; of knowing that no matter what comes their way tomorrow, they will always find their way back to each other.

He presses a kiss to your forehead before cuddling closer, their naked bodies spooning together under the warmth of the sheets. With his arms wrapped securely around you, he feels like he could protect you from anything; keep all the bad things at bay and make sure nothing but love and happiness can find its way to you. His cock, still partially hard inside you, throbs softly as it adjusts to the embrace, adding an extra layer of intimacy to their sleeping cuddle.

He drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on his face, knowing that he has found the one person who completes him in every way possible; the person he'll love until the end of time and beyond. And as they sleep, dreaming of tomorrow and all its possibilities, he takes comfort in the knowledge that no matter what may come, they will always have each other; they will always find their way back to this moment, where everything is perfect, and the world outside their bed seems nothing but a distant echo of something they've left behind.

He whispers your name softly into the night, tracing gentle circles on your back with his fingertips. His lips brush against your hair, his breath tickling your ear as he admires how perfectly you fit against him; how right it feels to be so close. Even in sleep, you are stunning; the curve of your spine and the softness of your skin sending shivers down his spine. He nestles closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, feeling your heartbeat beneath his palm, steady and reassuring.

His other hand trails lower, finding warmth between your legs once more. His touch is featherlight, gentle as he cups your sex through the soft curls of hair. You moan sleepily into the pillow, arching into the contact, seeking out the comfort and affection that only he can provide. He smiles into the darkness, grateful for this connection they share; for the way you melt against him and let him take care of you, even when you're not fully awake.

As he continues to touch you like this, his own arousal begins to return, growing in tandem with the desire he feels for you. His cock hardens again inside your still-sleeping body, his hips pressing against your rear and his cock demanding release. He bites his lip, trying not to wake you as he slowly begins to thrust shallowly against your backside; feeling the satiny heat of your pussy contract around him with each gentle thrust.

Your breath hitches in your throat, but you don't stir. It's as if he has all of your attention right now, and he takes full advantage of it; giving himself over to the feel of you beneath his touch and the sound of your soft moans filling the air. In this moment, he could stay like this forever

He savors the sensation of being so close to you, your warmth surrounding him and your sweet moans vibrating against his chest. His movements become more urgent, the rhythm faster as he feels himself building towards release. "I love you," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your hair and biting gently on your earlobe. "God, I love feeling you like this."

Your body responds to him, arching and writhing against the mattress as pleasure washes over you in a sudden rush. He growls low in his throat, thrusting harder as he feels your inner muscles clench around him in orgasm. His own release is swift and powerful, spilling deep inside you as he cries out your name and buries his face in your neck.

For a long moment, they stay like this; their bodies tangled together as sweat beads on their skin and their breath comes ragged and uneven. Finally, he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes glazed over with passion and lust that knows no bounds. "You are everything," he whispers, his voice raspy from exertion.

His eyes drift closed as he feels the last shudders wrack your body, and he knows with every fiber of his being that this is how it's supposed to be; this is the connection they were meant to have. Even in sleep, you bring out something primal and possessive in him, driving him to claim you and love you as fiercely as if you belonged only to him.

As your breathing finally settles back into its normal rhythm, he cups your cheek gently with his hand, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before letting himself sink deeper into sleep, content in the knowledge that whatever tomorrow brings, they'll face it together as equals; as partners and lovers bound by a love stronger than anything else in the world.

He sighs contentedly, feeling your warmth and the afterglow of passion still surrounding him. His arm tightens around you, holding you close as he drifts off to sleep, dreaming of all the wonderful things they will share together in their future. He can't help but feel a sense of peace and accomplishment wash over him, knowing that despite any obstacles or challenges they might face, they are stronger when they stand united; hand in hand, heart for heart. As sleep finally claims him, he is grateful for the life they have built together, and excited to see what tomorrow will bring - because with you by his side, anything seems possible.