I know exactly what I want to do - it's like a surging, churning need, deep in the pit of my stomach, funneling fire right into the veins lacing my cock and making it practically bulge with the need to do every last, filthy thing that streams through my mind, to do them all with you, and to you. Trust me, I know what's coming.

I promise.

And restraint? Restraint is overrated. Restraint tells me not to haul down your jeans and shove a hand up under your shirt, sinking my fingers into your breasts and squeezing as my hips grind needily on your exposed skin. Restraint tells me that the thought of not bothering with a delicate dance of seduction and smirking, silly comments lining a gauntlet of caresses is alien, that the need I have to just yank off your shirt and savor the tearing rip of panties tossed aside is somehow wrong.

But no.

Fuck restraint.

I want your legs wrapped around my waist, all this damn clothing off us both, until there's nothing but your gasps and my growls, your skin under my hands and my fingers curling around your wrists, pushing you down, back, onto the ground, no sense besides the thrumming in my veins that says you need to be mounted, that I need to take you.

And I will. I promise you, I will, with nothing separating the thought and the action but sheer, heated force, the faintest of heartbeats between that warm, blunt press of my tip at your entrance and the sudden slam of my body into yours, your insides stretching and molding to the thickness, and the boiling heat buried deep in your core, reminding you that you're mine.

There's more, of course, even before the echo of the thunder of my hips on your ass fades - a rough, curling haul of my fingers back on your throat, on your hair, hands seizing you by the hips and grabbing your breasts with a breathless exultation. Where it goes, even I don't know.

But I know that, at the end, when there's nothing but heat and tightness and the singing wire of tension drawn taut inside me, just before release, I'm going to kiss you, and hold you tight, and tell you every wonderful thing that you mean to me. And, because of who I am as a person, a silly, stupid joke or two.

I promise that, too.

As always, thanks for reading my rambles, and reach out any time!