The clock ticked loudly in the background, each swing of the pendulum echoing the rhythm of my impatience. I, Sarah, had been waiting all week for this moment. My husband, Tom, was finally home from his endless business trips, and I was determined to make the most of our reunion. As I stood in the bedroom, dressed in a lacy red negligee that hugged my curves in all the right places, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and frustration.

Tom was buried under a mountain of work, and I knew he was exhausted. But tonight, I was going to make sure he remembered why he fell in love with me in the first place. I had planned the perfect evening: a candlelit dinner, soft music, and a bottle of his favourite wine. I needed only to get him into the mood.

I heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom, and my heart raced. I took a deep breath, fluffed my hair, and struck a pose that I hoped was irresistible. When he walked in, I could see the weariness in his eyes, but I also saw a spark of interest. He looked at me, and I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, his voice already sounding more awake. “What do we have here?”

I sauntered over to him, my hips swaying with each step. “I’ve been waiting for you,” I purred, running a finger down his chest. “And I think it’s time we caught up on some things.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. “Is that so?” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”

I leaned back, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I have in mind, Tom. It’s been far too long since we last had some quality time together.”

He groaned, his grip tightening. “You’re right, it has. And I’m not sure I can wait much longer.”

I took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him gently onto the soft, inviting mattress. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and leaned down to kiss him deeply. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, and I could feel his desire growing beneath me.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered against his lips, trailing kisses down his neck. “I’ve missed this.”

He groaned again, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me back up for another searing kiss. “I’ve missed you too, Sarah. More than you know.”

I sat up, reaching for the hem of his shirt and dragging it over his head. I took a moment to admire his chiselled chest, running my fingers over the hard planes of his muscles. He watched me, his eyes dark with desire, and I could see the effect I was having on him.

“I want you, Tom,” I said, my voice husky with need. “I want you to make love to me like you used to. Like it’s the first time all over again.”

He reached up, cupping my face in his hands, and kissed me deeply, pouring all his pent-up passion into the kiss. I melted against him, my body aching for his touch.

“Fuck me, baby,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Now.”

But as I spoke, I felt a sudden shift. Tom’s body tensed, and he pulled away, a look of concern crossing his face. “Sarah, I’m sorry. I’m just so tired. Can we do this another time?”

I felt a surge of frustration, but I pushed it down, determined to make this work. “Of course, baby,” I said, my voice sweet and understanding. “Let’s just relax and take things slow.”

I lay down beside him, resting my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. We lay there for a while, the silence between us growing more and more awkward. I could feel the tension building, and I knew I had to do something to break the ice.

I started to trail my fingers down his chest, my touch light and teasing. “Remember when we first met?” I murmured, my voice low and sultry. “How we used to spend hours just talking and laughing?”

He chuckled, his body relaxing slightly. “Yeah, I remember. Those were good times.”

I continued my exploration, my fingers dipping lower, tracing the waistband of his pants. “We should do that more often,” I said, my voice husky with suggestion. “Just the two of us, with no distractions.”

He groaned, his hips lifting slightly as my fingers brushed against him. “Sarah, I—”

But before he could finish, his phone buzzed, the sound shattering the moment. He reached for it, his brow furrowing as he read the message. “Shit, it’s work. I need to take this.

I felt a surge of anger, but I bit my tongue, watching as he got up and left the room, his phone pressed to his ear. I lay there for a moment, my body aching with unfulfilled desire, before getting up and following him.

I found him in the living room, pacing back and forth, his voice low and intense as he spoke to whoever was on the other end of the line. I watched him for a moment, my frustration growing, before marching over and snatching the phone from his hand.

“Tom is busy,” I said, my voice sharp. “He’ll call you back tomorrow.”

I hung up the phone and turned to face him, my hands on my hips. “Tom, I need you. Now.”

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and exhaustion. “Sarah, I’m sorry. I just—”

I cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips. “No more excuses, Tom. I want you, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I took his hand and led him back to the bedroom, my mind racing with ideas. I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, my body pressing against his. I kissed him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth, and I could feel his resistance melting away.

I sat up, reaching for the button of his pants, and he lifted his hips, helping me slide them off. I took a moment to admire his hard length, my mouth watering at the sight. I leaned down, taking him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.