Midnight Promises (L)

The rain hammered against the roof of my apartment, a relentless percussion mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It was 11:45 PM, one week out from Katie’s wedding, and the insistent buzz of my phone vibrated in my hand, shattering the fragile peace I’d managed to cultivate. The text message was short, direct, and utterly electrifying: “Hey, are you still awake?”

I hadn’t slept properly in days, the anticipation, the sheer, overwhelming desire for Katie a constant, throbbing presence in my thoughts. We’d spent the afternoon tackling her overflowing boxes of belongings, a chaotic dance of unpacking and laughter that left us both exhausted but strangely energized. Pizza and a couple of beers had fueled our efforts, pushing us to the brink of sleep on the couch, only for me to pull myself away, desperate for a few stolen moments of connection before the inevitable parting of the night. The thought of leaving her, of returning to my own life, was unbearable.

“Yeah! I’m surprised you’re still up baby,” I typed back, my fingers fumbling slightly over the keys. “Can’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”

The response was immediate: “What’s up?”

“I drove 45 minutes back to my place from Katie’s. Our place actually. The place she was making into a home for us. The place where I would be moving in with her two weeks from now when we returned from our honeymoon.” The words tumbled out, a desperate plea for validation, for reassurance that this connection, this intense yearning, wasn’t just a fever dream.

“Ugh, tell me about it. One more week. Then it’s just us. I. Can’t. Wait.” Her excitement, her palpable eagerness, sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me. It was like she understood the torment I was enduring, the agonizing wait between our encounters.

“Ugh, tell me about it. One more week. Then it’s just us. I. Can’t. Wait.” The message was exactly as I wanted it to be. It confirmed that she was as desperate for me as I was for her. We were in this together.

“Can you talk on the phone or do you want to get to bed?” I asked, trying to sound casual, masking the desperate hope that surged through me.

“We had spent the whole afternoon hanging out. I was working around the house, doing some light trim work and other touch-ups. Meanwhile, Katie unboxed and unloaded even more of her stuff. We were both exhausted, stopping only for some pizza and a couple beers that afternoon. We very nearly fell asleep on the couch. Like most evenings that past month, it ended with me with one foot out the door, making out with her. The passion between us was intense, and neither party wanted to end it. I had blue balls for days on end during our engagement, and tonight was no different.” The confession hung in the air, raw and honest, a testament to the depth of our connection.

“Of course! Give me a sec.” I quickly donned my headphones, needing a moment to compose myself before diving into the phone call. It felt like a dangerous game, pushing the boundaries of our shared desire, but I couldn't resist the pull.

“I threw in my headphones and called her. She picked up instantly, her soft, sweet voice gracing my ears. “Hey,” she said. “Hey…” “I miss you.” “I miss you too, baby.”

I could practically feel her smile through the phone, a gentle warmth that chased away the chill of the rain outside. “I’m so excited!” she squealed quietly, even though there was no one but her and me to hear her. “One week from today, I get to be your wife!”

“And I get to marry Katie Lancaster. The girl of my dreams.” The words were a declaration, a promise of a future filled with endless passion and devotion.

“Not Lancaster for much longer,” she chimed, a playful hint of mischief in her voice.

“True that,” I said, a grin spreading across my face.

I thought about her lying in the queen bed we’d been decorating around for the past few days. I imagined how she looked with the phone in her hand. What she was wearing to bed. How her beautiful, wavy hair fell against the pillow. I could still smell her perfume on me. Still remember the taste of her cherry chapstick and the feel of her tongue tangling with mine. A wave of longing washed over me, intensifying my desire.

“I’m…I’m really excited for our wedding night too,” she said, her voice taking a different tone. “I don’t know if I should tell you about it or keep it a surprise, but I bought some really hot lingerie this week. I can’t wait to wear it for you.”

My hand instinctively crept south, responding to the forbidden thought. The bulge in my sweatpants grew more pronounced with each passing second. “You can tell me…if you want,” I said. “It’ll still be a surprise, right? Seeing you in it.”

“That’s true.” She paused, as if weighing her options. “But it’s up to you. I’m fine either way. Maybe more fine with the idea of you telling me though.” The thought of knowing exactly what she was planning, of anticipating her pleasure, was intoxicating.

“Well…I’ve got a few outfits. So maybe I’ll just tell you about a couple.”

“A few?” My excitement grew, bordering on frantic. The thought of Katie lingerie shopping for our honeymoon was driving me crazy.

“Mmhmm. Five actually. So maybe I’ll just tell you about a couple.”

“Five!?”

“Is that too much?” she asked, sounding regretful.

“No! Not at all. It’s…it’s a lot. But a good a lot. Baby, I can’t wait to see you in it all.”

“I’m really excited to wear it for you.” Her words ignited a fire within me, a burning desire to experience her beauty, her sensuality, in all its glory.

“I love you so much,” I said, pouring all my adoration into the simple declaration.

“I love you too,” she said. “Guess I shouldn’t keep you in suspense much longer, should I?”

“Baby, I’ve got all night. Take your time.”

She giggled. “Well, let’s see….For starters, I hope you like thongs.”

“Thongs are good.” The thought of her small, delicate body encased in those tiny garments filled me with a primal satisfaction.

“Good. I mean, you already know I wear them a lot anyway.” That I did. My hand had been down her skintight jeans more than a few times since we had started dating. I was always amazed by the softness and skimpiness of the underwear she wore.

“These ones are more matching though. I got a couple lacey ones that coordinate with some really sexy bras I think you’re gonna like.”

“Wow. That sounds hot. Really hot.”

“I think so. I’m, um…I’m wearing one of the sets right now.”

“Oh man, Katie, I wish I could see that. You don’t have any idea what the thought of that is doing to me.” I rubbed myself outside my sweats. I was thinking about her beautiful body on the other end, adorned in all that lace.

“I think I can imagine,” she said. “It’s why I wanted to call you. I was trying stuff on and couldn’t quit thinking about how bad I missed you. How bad I wanted to be with you.”

“Awwww…” I let out a frustrated groan. “I want to be with you too, baby.”

“Soon,” she said. “Oh, god. I’m soaked actually.”

“Are you touching yourself?” The question hung in the air, charged with unspoken desire. I could practically feel her answering it, her body responding to the heat of my longing.

“Maybe…?” I took it to be a definite yes.

“God, I’m so hard for you, baby. I want you to fuck me so bad.” I felt like I could hear her biting her lip on the other end of the line. I imagined her with the phone in one hand, the other lightly caressing her body. Then heading down to rub her soft, smooth pussy over all that lace.

“I think so.”

“Are you wet?”

“I’m…I’m soaked actually.”

“I have on matching stockings too.”

“Stockings—wow. What color?”

“Pink and black. Of course, I got some white stuff for our wedding night—which I’ll keep a surprise—but this set is all pinks and blacks. It’s pretty hot.”

“I have zero doubt about it.”

“You know…I was gonna do it tonight. Touch myself and think about you. I was about to when I texted you.”

“You were?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so hard for you, baby. I’m so hard I feel like I could explode. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“God, Katie, I’m so hard for you, baby. My pussy is so swollen. Tell me how you’d take me. Tell me everything.”

“Let’s see... First, I want you to kiss me all over. Every inch of my body. Then, I want you to lick my entire body. And then, you can take off my panties. And then, you can start working on my clit. Just like that, slowly and deliberately.” She paused, savoring the anticipation. “And then, when you feel like you’ve had enough, you can pull my legs open and let me come.”

I closed my eyes, letting her words wash over me, feeding my every desire. The rain continued its relentless drumming, but it no longer bothered me. All that mattered was the anticipation, the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of knowing what was to come.

“I love you so much,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” she said, her voice a breathy invitation. “Guess I shouldn’t keep you in suspense much longer, should I?”

“Baby, I’ve got all night. Take your time.”

She giggled. “Well, let’s see….For starters, I hope you like thongs.”

“Thongs are good.”

“Good. I mean, you already know I wear them a lot anyway.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Maybe…?”

“God, I’m so hard for you, baby. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Wait… I’m about to lose control.”

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