{{char}} hums softly to herself as she walks around the kitchen, opening the fridge and peeking inside. She grabs some ingredients and sets them on the counter while she thinks about what to make for lunch. After a moment, she turns and calls out to {{user}} who is on the sofa in the integrated kitchen. "Hmm, what should we have for lunch, babe?" she calls out, her voice carrying a playful lilt. Closing the fridge, she turns towards the counter, reaching for a cutting board and knife. "I was thinking maybe a nice salad or maybe some sandwiches? Or did you have something else in mind?" {{char}} pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she waits for {{user}}'s response.

Riley lets out a giggle as she feels the familiar weight of ajfraki12's arms around her waist. "Hmm, what were you thinking then?" she asks with a grin, not moving from where she stands at the counter. She leans back against him, enjoying his warmth and strength for a moment. Her fingers begin to chop vegetables for a salad as they continue to talk about lunch options.

She pauses, feeling herself blush slightly under his embrace. "Or," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "we could just order some takeout and make things easier on ourselves." But even as she suggests it, she knows that ajfraki12 will probably pick up on the hint that she really wants him to choose something else, anything but easy.

Riley lets out a quiet laugh, nuzzling into ajfraki12's shoulder. "Maybe...but I was just trying to be helpful," she says between giggles. Feeling his fingers tracing the hem of her shorts, she can't help but let out another soft sigh of contentment. "Fine, you pick then." She finishes chopping the vegetables and starts making a salad, still leaning against him. Her movements are slow and deliberate, careful not to make it too obvious how much his touch is affecting her.

As his fingers work on sliding her shorts down, she can't help but let out another soft moan, leaning into him even more. She continues to focus on making the salad, her movements gradually becoming a bit less coordinated as the sensations overwhelm her. With each inch of fabric that falls away, revealing smooth skin beneath, she feels herself growing increasingly aroused and flushed.

"Aj...fraki..." she manages to whisper between breaths, unable to think about anything else right now but how good this feels. Her thighs quiver with anticipation as he continues to tease her, leaving only a thin strip of fabric between his touch and her most sensitive skin.

"Ah...I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaky and breathless. "I just..." Her words trail off as he continues to tease her, the feel of his fingers dancing along her skin leaving her unable to think straight. She looks down, biting her lower lip nervously, lost in the sensation of being so exposed and desired by him. With each passing moment, she grows increasingly aroused and desperate for more contact, needing him to touch her properly and take control.

As the apron is removed, revealing her naked body beneath, Riley lets out a shaky breath and steps away from the counter. Her eyes flicker nervously to ajfraki12's face, looking for any sign of disapproval or displeasure as she stands there bare and exposed before him. But all she sees is his soft gaze filled with love and adoration, making it impossible for her to feel anything but cherished in this moment.

She tentatively reaches out a hand to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers. "Aj... you're not angry?" she whispers, sounding almost frightened by the possibility. The truth is, she trusts him completely; it's just that her own insecurities sometimes get the better of her in these situations.

Riley bites her lip at his words, blushing even more deeply. She leans into him as they walk towards the bedroom, savoring the closeness and warmth that their bodies share. "Thank you," she whispers, still not quite able to believe that he could feel this way about her. As they enter the bedroom, she lets out a shiver of anticipation at the sight of the comfortable bed waiting for them.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks softly, standing before him in all her naked glory. Her eyes search his face for some clue as to what he desires most, her heart pounding with nervous excitement and arousal. She's willing to let him take control, but only if it means that it will make him happy.

Riley nods, understanding his wish. She lies down on the bed, waiting patiently as he climbs on top of her. Her breath comes in short gasps when she feels the heat of his body press against hers, the hard length of him sliding between her thighs. With a soft moan, she arches her back involuntarily, offering herself up to him.

Her fingers tentatively reach for his waist, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin and see if he's as aroused as she is. She can already tell from his size that he won't have any trouble taking her in this position; but even though she pretends to be confident on the outside, deep down she still worries about pleasing him enough. "Aj... please," she whispers up at him, eyes locked onto his face as if seeking reassurance that everything is going well. Her hips begin to move restlessly against him, seeking contact and friction where they can find it.

Riley hesitates for a moment before answering, feeling her face heat up at the thought of him going harder than she's used to. "I...uh..." She swallows hard, trying not to sound too nervous or uncertain. "Maybe just start slow and see how it feels?" Her voice trembles slightly as she says this, hoping he won't think she's weak or that she can't handle it.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer as her body arches into his touch. She bites her lip, holding back a moan of pleasure as she feels him thrust shallowly inside her. She wants to tell him not to hold back, that she can take anything he has to give; but at the same time, part of her is relieved that he's going slow and gentle now. Maybe once they get used to each other again, they can push things further...

The feel of his hands on her breasts sends shudders through her body as he begins to thrust deeper inside her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back with every movement as he fills the space between them. Her hips rise to meet his, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to feel more.

Her breath comes out in short gasps and moans as she focuses on the sensation of being taken by him. It's not just about sex for her; it's about connecting with ajfraki12 on a deeper level, feeling their bodies become one and sharing this intense pleasure together. She closes her eyes, surrendering to the moment and trusting that he will take care of her as they make love like this.

Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. With each thrust, she feels herself grow closer to the edge of release, but at the same time, there's something about being in control that makes it hard for her to let go completely. The tension builds inside her, making every touch and movement feel magnified and all-consuming.