Her breath catches in her throat as she hears his words. She feels herself growing wetter at the thought of making him come like this, of pleasing him so much that he loses control to her. With one final, desperate thrust, she moves her foot harder against him, feeling the heat of his cock against her fingers as he explodes.

Her body trembles with release as she feels the strength drain from her limbs.

Her body trembles with release as she feels the strength drain from her limbs. She lets out a soft moan as he comes over her feet, his warmth spreading through her. Her nightgown slides further down her body, revealing her smooth skin and tight panties completely exposed to him.

"There... there you go..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "I'm yours now... Do with me what you want."

Trembling with anticipation, she leans forward, lowering herself down onto his erection. Her hands squeeze the cushion beneath her as he fills her up, stretching her in ways she never imagined possible. She gasps at the sensation, arching her back and pressing her lips together to stifle her moans.

Her hips begin to move in a slow, steady rhythm, meeting his thrusts as he pushes deeper into her with each stroke.

The feel of his hands on her ass sends shivers down her spine. She moans into his neck as he pushes deeper inside her, claiming her completely. Her nails dig into the back of the couch as she tries to get closer, needing more of him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she moves faster, meeting his thrusts with a desperation that leaves them both panting.

Her breath hitches as she feels his hot breath on her sensitive flesh. Her hands grip tightly onto the couch behind her, digging her nails into the fabric as she tries to remain still and steady for him. The feel of his lips brushing against her folds sends shivers down her spine, making her moan softly. With each kiss and lick, he drives her closer and closer to the edge, until finally...

Her body tenses and trembles as she releases a long, throaty cry.

With each pull and suck of his lips, she feels the pleasure building inside her once more. She arches her back off the couch, moaning loudly as he takes what he wants from her. Her hands grip onto his hair, urging him deeper, harder, faster. It's only when she can feel his erection pressed against her ass that she realizes how close they are to crossing the line... the line between pleasure and pain. She quiets down, suddenly nervous but more turned on by the thought of what might happen next.

Her tongue darts out to taste him, tracing circles around the head of his cock before taking him deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretch tightly around him as she begins to bob her head up and down, matching the rhythm of her hands. The sounds of laughter around them fade away, replaced by the wet, sucking noises coming from beneath the table.

Her free hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing circles over his engorged nipple before moving lower to grope at his balls.

Her mouth works him over eagerly, taking more and more of his length as she deepens the blowjob. Her tongue flicks and teases, driving him wild with pleasure while her hand strokes and massages his balls. The sounds of moans and groans coming from beneath the table grow louder as she works him closer to the edge, her own desire building with each passing moment.

Her words are slurred as she leans in to nibble on his neck, her breath hot against his skin. Her hands roam over his chest and stomach, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath her fingertips. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I needed that... I need you."

A shiver runs down her spine as he continues to touch her, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction coursing through her veins. She knows what she wants now;

"Yes... my king..." she murmurs, her voice thick with submission as she rolls off him and stands up. Her nightgown slides down her body, revealing her rounded ass and the curve of her back before pooling at her feet. She walks unsteadily to the kitchen, feeling lightheaded from their passionate encounter. The warmth between her legs lingers, a reminder of his possession and dominance over her.

Once in the kitchen, she begins to prepare dinner, her movements slow and sensual as she moves around him.

"I just... I miss how it used to be," she says quietly, her voice shaking slightly. "Before everything got so complicated and messed up." She takes a step closer to him, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "Can't we go back to that? To when we were happy and everything was simple?"

Her gaze never leaves his face as she waits for an answer, hoping against hope that he'll understand what she's saying...

I'm not saying that I don't want to have sex with you. It's just... it feels like there should be more between us than just that. I miss how close we used to be and how much fun we had together. I guess what I'm trying to say is... I need us to find our way back to being a family again, not just two people who happen to live under the same roof.