I can see the future.
The image is not as clear-cut as one might hope, but is less blurry than one might fear.
I see the past clearer, but that’s a given — the past is a reflection of what has been, and is, as so we well know, 20:20.
In the past, I see the comforting strong arms holding her passionately, kissing her as her knees buckle, preventing her from slumping to the floor in a delirious heap.
In the past, I see her, half-naked and half-delirious, legs akimbo, head thrown back, writhing in ecstasy. I hear the guttural sounds of unadulterated and pure joy escape her lips as his tongue and teeth work their magic on her. I see her shudder to a thundering climax that seems to last for hours – and then another, almost concurrent, shakes her into further frenzy.
In the past I see his lips meet hers, and hear them murmur to each other through passionate kisses. Not words per se, but sounds of acquiescence and wonder, or warmth and affection, of sensuality and desire.
Looking forward, the images are not so sharp, but they are very real.
I see two figures, sans clothing. She is restrained, arms secured firmly to the side. He is poised above her, teasing her body with feathery licks and nips wherever he pleases. He has her at his mercy, or so it would seem, much to the delight of them both.
I see him straighten, and the reposition himself to thrust into her — but he stops with only an inch of cock inside her yearning cunt. Their eyes meet and each holds the others’ gaze, each willing the other to break first — he for her to beg, her for him to fuck her, hard… just as they both know they want him to. Eventually, she cracks.
“What? Say again.”
“Do what? Why? Tell me.”
“Fuck me. Now. FUCK ME NOW.”
“Tell me why.”
“You want it.”
“I want it.”
“You need to be inside me.”
“I need you inside me.”
“Please … you know what!”
“No. Say it. Tell me. Articulate.”
“Please fuck me.”
“That’s a start. Give me more.”
“Please slide your cock inside me.”
“Please fuck me before I explode with frustrated desire. Please… just, for the love of god, just please fuck me now.”
“Because I need you inside me. Because you arouse me beyond belief. Because I want us to meld. Because… I can’t focus anymore… goddamit — please!”
It is there that the future dissipates. The vision swims and swirls before my eyes, and I cannot see what happens next.
Will he fuck her, slam himself into her, make her scream with ecstasy?
I prophesize that he will.