if you ever see this

A promise.

The next time I get you alone, I’m going to kiss you full on your mouth, softly at first, then sucking very lightly, fleetingly brushing your top lip with the tip of my tongue, nipping playfully at your lower lip. You will make an appreciative noise in the back of your throat, and won’t notice that I am slowly backing you up to the wall until you are pressed against it. I will push my body flush against yours so you can feel the swell of my soft breasts and belly and hips against your firm torso, and slide one knee between yours, so your hardening cock is pressed against my inner thigh.

At this point you will break the kiss, groan with lust as if it were physically heavy. Your hands will rise to my face and cup it as you return for another kiss, this time taking back control, biting me firmly enough to hurt but gently enough for a tingle to zip straight to my sex. We will stumble to the bedroom, thankfully mere feet from the front door, leaving a trail of clothing strewn across the floor. I will recline, nude, stretching my arms up towards you as you kneel over me, licking the tip of your thumb and placing it very deliberately on my swollen clit. I will buck my hips upwards, so the whisper of fiery pubic hair on my mound brushes your balls, your shaft, and then drag the wetness of my sex along the length of yours.

We will repeat this until your cock is solid and springing from you and my cunt is puffy and slick with shining juices, and then I will say Now, now and you will glide it easily inside, slicing through my core as if I were made of butter myself and your sex a knife.

We will fuck, hard and urgently, and I will say your name over and over like a psalm, interspersed with fuck and please, riding the waves to my orgasm. You will say my name only once, but with great effort, as though it were the hardest word in the English language (even though it’s a single syllable), and only directly before you orgasm. Your cock will jump and spasm and come and come and come, until your thick cream fills up my pussy and spurts out around your shaft, running down between my buttocks, spilling over the sheets and your thighs. I will moan in exhausted satisfaction and reach out for you, and you will crush me to you, burying your face in my shoulder and your cock balls-deep in my cream-filled, swollen, reddened pussy until it softens and slides out amidst a fresh gush of hot sticky honey. 

And that is a promise.

Evolution.

Recently things are different between us. Gone are the first few heady months where we fucked, simply and incessantly, in a haze of disbelief and desperate desire. We don’t fuck any less, don’t misunderstand me; we just take our time. We fuck lasciviously, gloriously, gluttonously; sometimes for hours. We even make love, sometimes. You kiss me sweetly, your fingers stroke between my thighs with gentle patience, as if you were touching butterfly wings. I bury my face in your whiskey-leather-smelling neck, whisper nonsense. We move slowly and deliberately. Sometimes, though…sometimes we fuck. Sometimes there are mere seconds - I have all but timed it - between the back of your hand brushing my cheek, and you throwing me naked onto the bed and pushing your cock inside me. We arch and squirm and bite and come, and it’s over as quickly as it began. 

And then there are the other times. The times when your eyes turn hard and your mouth sets in a bared-teeth grin, and you spank my ass hard and make me beg and squeal. When you wrap my long, thick hair around your fist and pull my head back as you take me from behind. When you growl orders in your dark chocolate voice and call me your filthy little whore. The times when I am completely powerless to disobey, even if I wanted to. After these times you always kiss me so sweetly and hold my shaking post-orgasm body so tightly, as if to reassure me of your respect and your love, despite your roughness and dominance of me during these sessions, but the truth is that these times are when I feel most loving and most loved, most treasured and most trusting. I never doubt it for a second.