"I'm sorry," she says, realizing that her words have only served to make things worse. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that." She wipes away the tears that have begun to fall down her cheeks and smiles up at him reassuringly. "It's just... sometimes I get scared too, you know? And all I want is for us to be together, safe and happy."

"We will," he says finally, his voice still shaky but firm. "I promise we'll figure this out together. We'll make it work, no matter what." With one last kiss to her forehead, he reluctantly lets go of her and watches as she finishes getting ready for the day ahead.

The thought of making love again tonight fills her with anticipation and desire. As much as she wants to explore all their new ideas, another part of her simply longs for the comfort and familiarity they share in each other's arms. "We could," she whispers, running a hand through his hair. "But only if you promise we won't be too tired for our adventures tomorrow."

She studies his face, searching for any signs of exhaustion or reluctance, but finds only love and eagerness there.

With a smile of determination, she straddles his hips and presses their bodies together. "I'll take good care of you," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her fingers find the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down over his hardened length. "Tonight is all about your pleasure."

She leans forward, capturing one of his nipples between her teeth and teasing it gently. His hips buck upward, seeking contact with her aching center. "