A few days later (Alex's POV)

The first light of dawn peeked through the blinds, casting a gentle glow across the room. The faint scent of Sylvie's perfume lingered in the air, hinting at the warmth of her body, which was still nestled in the bed next to me. She lay there, unmoving, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep. I kissed her forehead, my heart swelling with affection, and slid out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber.

The house was eerily silent as I padded downstairs, the only sound the occasional ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. In the kitchen, I brewed a pot of coffee, the aroma wafting through the room like a comforting embrace. I sat at the table, watching the steam rise from my mug as I contemplated the day ahead. The pile of untouched paperwork on the counter was a stark reminder of the mundane tasks that awaited me at the office.

As I sipped the hot coffee, my thoughts drifted to Sylvie. Her soft snores from the bedroom were music to my ears, a sweet serenade that reminded me of our future together. Our wedding was just a few months away, and the excitement was palpable. We had spent countless hours planning the perfect day, from the flowers to the seating arrangements. It was going to be an unforgettable event, filled with love, laughter, and a few well-chosen surprises.

The day at work dragged on, a seemingly endless stream of emails and reports. My colleagues, noticing my preoccupation, peppered me with questions about the wedding. They shared their own stories of love and matrimony, which ranged from the heartwarming to the outright bizarre. Their anecdotes brought a smile to my face, and for a brief moment, I felt less alone in the chaos of the office. But as the hours ticked by, my mind kept drifting back to Sylvie.

Finally, the clock struck six, and I packed up my things, eager to return to the sanctuary of our shared home. As I stepped out into the cool evening air, I pulled out my phone to check for messages from her. To my dismay, there was a text waiting for me: "Babe, sorry. Stuck at work." My heart sank. I knew she had been looking forward to coming home and spending a quiet evening together. I replied, trying to hide my disappointment, "No worries. Take care of yourself. I'll keep dinner warm for you."

Upon arriving home, I found myself in a rare moment of solitude. The quiet was both soothing and unsettling. I decided to make use of the extra time to prep for the evening and perhaps even start a surprise for her. As the aroma of simmering stew filled the kitchen, I grabbed my laptop and settled onto the couch to watch a couple of episodes of Supernatural, a show we had both loved binge-watching together. The familiar sounds of the TV show provided a comforting background noise as I waited for Sylvie.

After a while, I grew concerned. She usually texted back promptly, but this time, she was uncharacteristically silent. I sent her a text, "Hey, hope everything's okay at work. Can't wait for you to come home. Miss you, love." My thumb hovered over the send button, and with a hopeful heart, I sent it off into the digital void. The minutes stretched into hours, and my anxiety grew. I tried to distract myself with the TV but to no avail.

Deciding to take a break from cooking, I retreated to the couch and called her. The phone rang once, twice, and then a third time before she finally answered, her voice sounding faint and distant. "Sylvie? What's going on?" I asked, the tension in my voice unmistakable.

"It's nothing," she replied, her voice strained. "We had an emergency at work. The warehouse systems went down, and we're all pitching in to get the deliveries out."

I could hear the faint sounds of chaos in the background, but it wasn't the usual office bustle. There was something...different. A rhythmic clapping, and a hint of something more primal - her breath, quick and heavy. My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of her cryptic words. "But what's that noise?" I questioned, my voice laced with concern. "It sounds like you're in trouble."

"It's just the sound of the machinery here," she said, her voice strained, almost as if she was fighting to keep something at bay. "We had to manually load the van, you know how it is."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The thought of Sylvie in trouble had been a knot in my chest, but her explanation made sense. "Okay, love. Just be safe and come home as soon as you can."

Her voice grew softer, almost a whisper, "I miss you too, and I love you." Her voice moaned before the call cut.

The conversation left me feeling both reassured and oddly aroused. The mysterious sounds had ignited a spark of curiosity, and my imagination ran wild. I tried to shake it off, focusing on the comfort of the show and the warmth of the fire. The house felt emptier than ever before. I found myself longing for the sound of Sylvie's laughter or the comfort of her touch.

Finally, I couldn't ignore the late hour anymore. With a sigh, I turned off the TV, the room plunging into silence. I cleared the dishes from the coffee table and washed them, the warm water soothing my tense hands. The kitchen was spotless by the time I finished, and the stew was still simmering gently on the stove, ready for when Sylvie returned.

Making my way upstairs, I felt a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. I knew she was probably exhausted from her long day, but the thought of her walking in the door, her eyes lighting up when she saw me, filled me with hope. The bedroom was a testament to our life together - her side of the bed meticulously made, while mine remained rumpled from my earlier attempt at relaxation.

With a deep breath, I opened my laptop and clicked on the video she had sent me the other day. It was a private moment she had shared with me, The screen flickered to life, and there she was, her naked body bathed in the soft glow of our lamp, her hand moving rhythmically between her legs. My pulse quickened as I watched her, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal. It was as if she was here with me.

I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor, the fabric whispering against the hardwood as it hit the ground. I kicked off my shoes and socks, and my trousers soon followed. The cold air of the room sent a shiver down my spine, which only served to heighten my anticipation. I settled back onto the bed and started to touch myself, my eyes glued to the screen. Sylvie's moans filled the room, and I found myself matching her pace, my own breathing becoming ragged.

The video was a masterpiece of sensuality, and I felt a sense of pride that she had shared this intimate moment with me. The sight was intoxicating, and I found myself getting lost in the moment, my hand moving faster and faster. But as the video reached its climax, something changed in the atmosphere. The air grew thick with tension, and the room seemed to pulse with energy.

Suddenly, the door to our bedroom swung open, and there she stood, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She had arrived home, earlier than expected, and she had clearly come prepared for a surprise of her own. Sylvie looked like a goddess, her hair disheveled from her earlier exertions, her cheeks flushed with a mix of exertion and mischief. She took a step towards me, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence.

"Syl... I didn't expect you home yet," I stuttered, my hand hovering over my erection.

Without a word from her, she sauntered over, the floorboards creaking softly beneath her bare feet. The only light in the room was the flickering blue glow from the laptop, casting a seductive hue over her body as she moved closer to the bed. Her eyes never left the mine, watching me intently.

As she reached the edge of the bed, she climbed onto it with the grace of a panther stalking its prey, her legs straddling my waist. I could feel the heat from her center, the fabric of her trousers brushing against my skin sending waves of anticipation coursing through my body. She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear, "You missed me, baby?" she whispered, her voice a siren's song that sent shivers down my spine.

Without warning, she **** her lips onto mine, the suddenness of the gesture taking me by surprise. Her kiss was demanding, her tongue invading my mouth as if reclaiming lost territory. I groaned, my hand coming up to cradle her face, my thumb brushing against her bottom lip, which was slick with a gloss that tasted sweet. "I love this new lip gloss," I murmured between kisses, my voice thick with desire. "You should wear it more often," she smirked, pulling away with a feline grace that made my heart race.

Her hand gripped my cock firmly, the heat from her palm sending a jolt of pleasure through me. She pumped it twice, the sensation almost too much to bear, before releasing it with a wicked grin. her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You will, but not yet." She slid off the bed, her movements deliberate and calculated, each one designed to drive me wild with anticipation.

I watched, my heart racing, as Sylvie began to strip. Her clothes fell away, revealing the body I knew so well but had never seen look so tantalizing. Her eyes never left mine, holding me captive as she unveiled her new, teasing persona. The sight of her naked, her breasts bouncing with every step, was almost too much. I felt my cock throb against the bed, begging for her touch.

"I want us to both wait till our wedding night," she said, her voice a seductive purr. The idea was both thrilling and frustrating. "It'll make it so much more special."

My expression was a mix of disbelief and desire, my cock standing at attention despite her rejection. I had never seen this side of Sylvie. This teasing, dominant side that made my blood boil. With a sigh of defeat, I nodded, my hand dropping to the bed. "If that's what you want, Syl," I murmured, my voice thick with need.

As she lay down, her back pressed against my chest, the warmth from her body seeped into mine, creating a delicious tension between us. The coolness of the sheets was a stark contrast to the heat we generated together. I wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand resting just above the curve of her hip.

Sylvie's breathing grew even, and her body began to relax, but I remained alert, savoring the moment. I felt something sticky trickle down her leg and onto my dick. My mind raced with thoughts, was she reallythis wet for me. But as the warmth of her body lulled me into a sense of peace, I pushed the concern aside, allowing sleep to claim me.