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.