Fox continues to surprise and delight me. There are many things going through my mind about him but I’m struggling putting it into words. I’ve tried to explain it to friends and the thoughts are starting to coalesce – which means you will see them here soon.
But I wanted to share some recent moments with him.
This past weekend, we spent both Friday and Saturday together overnight. Friday we went to a sporting event and by the time we got back to my place I was exhausted. I knew we had a busy day Saturday and really needed my sleep.
He was kind enough to let me sleep. And unlike the weekend before when he woke me up at 7am for sex (yay to sex; boo to not enough sleep) and then I was slightly crabby the rest of the day, this time he let me sleep. I heard him leave my room at 7am and later moving stuff around in my kitchen below – but I finally went back to sleep.
By 9am, when I padded downstairs in my slippers and robe, he had fed and caffeinated himself and had baked a batch of cupcakes. From scratch (really the only way to do so).
I had that great slightly fuzzy feeling of sleep and romance. He hugged and kissed me in my kitchen and I enjoyed the nice intimacy of it all. I rested my face on his chest and he was warm and it was sweet.
But then, as can happen, the kisses and touching got more intense. His hands roamed and I could feel – literally – his excitement. Then he said:
“This could go two ways. I take you right here, or we go upstairs”.
I voted for right there. And he took me from behind while I held onto my counter and tried not to spill anything. I may have had a sip of my freshly made latte. We eventually went upstairs for rounds two and three.
That night, I met some of his friends for the first time. It was at a house warming party that was otherwise rather boring and uneventful. But I got the opportunity to chat with his buddies and see the interplay between them.
We were almost an hour from my place, so we stayed in a local hotel. We got there late and as I went to the bathroom to take off my makeup and brush my teeth, I could hear him busily moving around. I didn’t think much of it, but when turned the corner back into the room, the bed was covered completely with red rose petals.
Yes. That photo above.
I was made love to on a bed of roses.
But, then he grabbed a butt plug and I was DP’d. He’s my kind of man.
I told him I loved him. And I really do.