I know what you want.
Oh yes, I know it quite well. I want it too, you see. I'm just deciding how best to give it to you.
Should I bend you over the nearest chair, yank up your skirt and take you hard, roughly, using you for my own pleasure, ramming you without mercy until I blast into your soaking wet depths?
Or should I greet you when you come home from work by shutting the door behind you and dropping to my knees in front of you, to get your underwear off and devour your pussy like a starving wolf? Your hands twining in my hair while you collapse against the door for support? Licking you hard and fast until you come so hard your head spins?
Perhaps I should wait till you're cooking dinner and then begin a campaign of wordless seduction: gentle kisses on the back of your neck, my hands sliding slowly down your sides to your hips to pull you close against me, then slipping around front to cup your breasts and rub your nipples into hardness. Continuing my slow, deliberate assault on your body with more caresses and kisses, slipping a finger inside your shorts and underwear to slide it into your slippery slit. Pulling the shorts and underwear down so slowly, then lifting you onto the counter and dropping my jeans to slide my hard cock into you for a slow and grinding fuck.
Maybe I'll put some porn on the TV, then lie there on the couch, nude, stroking myself, until you get home and see the nice hard surprise I've got here for you. What will you do with it, do you think? Will you be wet enough from the naughty messages I've been sending you all day so that all you have to do is swiftly drop your clothing to the floor and mount me, reverse cowgirl style so we can both watch what's happening on the TV? Or will you come over and play with your new lollipop for a while, fingering yourself, until I can't take your teasing and throw you on the floor for some quick and dirty banging?
The possibilities are just endless. But one way or the other, you're going to get what you want tonight. And so am I.