Fox came over late yesterday afternoon. We originally planned to have lunch but he came later and stayed. I had a space between conference calls so we took advantage of it and I greeted him naked in my bedroom.
The sex continues to get better. He’s committed to making me squirt and is getting pretty close to success – all suggestions and links to videos welcome.
I had to get back on a call but only had to listen, for the most part. Fox and I started fooling around again with my male colleagues chatting away in the background. I put the phone on mute and rode Fox to an amazing orgasm.
That was a first. We had a good laugh about it.
I got back to work. We sat side-by-side in my bed, him trolling Facebook and me doing my work thing.
After I was done, there was more talking and more sex. I ended up talking about Tony and told Fox about the decision-making I had to do when I was on vacation. I’m trying to find the balance of being open but not excruciatingly so. Of being honest without telling him things that will worry him unnecessarily. I’m not sure I’ve found the right balance, but I’m trying.
A very relaxed evening was had. Another round of sex, dinner out, back to my place to watch a sporting event, and lots of talk throughout.
It was late when we went upstairs to my bedroom, joking there was to be no sex due to fatigue and overeating. We crawled into my bed and he pulled me close. I felt his erection against my leg and wondered out loud in amazement that he actually wanted more sex. I could see his sheepish look in the dark.
He snaked his hand down my body and between my legs. He kissed my shoulder, neck, and behind my ear. And then he whispered:
“Ann, I hope you realize I’ve fallen in love with you.”