Intimate encounter with my cherished spouse

I've been craving my lover's touch for days now. His absence has left me feeling so lonely and yearning for his tender love. I've been dreaming of him, of his strong, capable hands exploring every inch of my body, of his lips tracing a path down my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. But it's not just about the physical. It's about the connection, the intimacy. It's about the way he looks at me, the way his eyes light up when they meet mine. It's about the way we fit together, like two puzzle pieces, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. And so, when he finally came home, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be taken, to be filled, to be loved. And he did not disappoint. He took me from behind, his strong hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me, his breath hot against my neck. It was everything I'd been longing for, everything I needed. And I knew, without a doubt, that he was the one for me.