After weeks apart, the front door creaks open, and in walks the husband, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room, landing on his wife. She's been waiting, anticipation building, her body aching for his touch. He crosses the threshold, dropping his bag, his gaze never leaving her. She stands, her silk robe slipping off her shoulders, revealing a provocative negligee. He growls, low and animalistic, as he crosses the room, his hands finding her hips, lifting her, pressing her against the wall. Their lips meet, hungry, urgent, as she wraps her legs around him, feeling his hardness against her heat.