[MF] This is for those of you who like reading the woman’s point of view about wholesome romantic sex between two people in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. He’s officially my boyfriend! [F31, M40]

Long story short, Rob is back from his work trip. He came over last night, and that was the best sex of my life. He is officially my boyfriend.

Here’s a link to my last “episode” that has links to the others at the bottom: [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jln02z/fm_my_31f_covid_dryspellending_partner_40m_has/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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While he was gone, Rob and I kept in touch with the magic of technology. Daily check ins, and pictures. No risqué pictures, and that’s okay. His face, so handsome. Mmm. I could stare at him all day. We had FaceTime dates too.

I surprised him at the airport with signs and matching Christmas sweaters for us. I was so nervous that he’d think I’m a dork and he wouldn’t like me anymore… I shouldn’t have worried. As soon as I handed him the sweater he was already unbuttoning his shirt and sported the classy reindeer immediately!

After being apart for three weeks, we picked up beyond where we left off. We had gained intimacy through our video chat conversations and were ready to tackle some big topics. Among other things, he said he’d been talking to his friends and referring to me as his girlfriend. He asked if that was okay, if I was okay with being his girlfriend. Yes! It has been years since I’ve had a boyfriend, and I like it!

Last night, I made dinner for us. We chatted at the table for a while. “Shall we clean up?” he suggests. We pack leftovers and set the dishwasher.

I’m wearing a tight black speckled dress. He’s in a button-down and pants. I put my arms around him. His hands are around my waist. We kiss. Ohhhh yesssss, we kiss. It doesn’t even take full-on making out, and I can tell that I’m already getting wet. He smells so good and he feels amazing. I want him, so much, but he doesn’t let me have all of him right away.

He turns me around to run his hands over my hips and stomach with my ass grinding into his crotch. His hand squeezes my breasts as he kisses my neck. His other hand finds my clit and plays in gentle circles. It makes my legs buckle a little. He takes this as a hint and backs me into the bedroom.

We undress each other, slowly. Fuck. He is so sexy. A Greek statue in my bedroom. (And, I mean, I’m not half-bad either in my black lingerie…) Kissing and touching. He turns me and spends some time caressing my ass.

He runs a finger under the waist of my thong and pulls the back over to the side with one hand. Fingers from his other hand trace my lips, feeling just how wet I am. I bend over the bed. His boxers hit the floor and he enters me from behind. He pauses and kisses me, then he walks me closer to the headboard… I ask him where we’re going. “So we can see in the mirror,” he points at it and our naked bodies with a sly smile.

I can see my long hair covering most of my face from being bent over. He brushes it to the side and looks into my eyes through our reflections. It gives me an electric jolt and I press against him. He re-enters me. God, yes. Looking up at us in the mirror, it inches me closer to orgasm. He unhooks my bra and runs his hands over my back before using them to guide the rhythm with my hips.

He pulls out, turns me back towards him, kisses me passionately, pulls down my soaking wet thong, and lays me on the bed. Missionary might not be the most exciting position, but when he enters me deeply and slowly, it makes my back arch, my toes curl, and my hands grasp at the sheets. It feels so good. I think I could learn to come that way with him. Hearing him breathing and moaning, and occasionally swearing quietly turns me on so much. I feel so close to him.

I get on top. It is easy now to find the spot that gets me off. Once I’m there, all he has to do is a little bit of thrusting. I love feeling as close to orgasm as possible before using my hand to finish.

The feeling of emotional intimacy makes everything more pleasurable. It is unlike anything I’ve had before. I’m not just having sex with his hot body, it truly feels that sex is a physical extension of our romantic relationship. I’m not thinking of just how good his cock feels filling me up- which is amazing. I’m also thinking about how warm and caring his touch is when his hands delight my skin, and with this thought, I pass the point of no return. “I’m going to come.” I gasp through gritted teeth. “Come for me,” he says. I obey.

My whole body shudders. I grab at his chest and shoulders and ride the convulsions. As the waves subside, I let go and his fingers are interlaced in mine. I lean forward to nuzzle into his neck. He still thrusts slowly and elicits additional after-shocks. My body is buzzing and tingling, completely awash in pleasure.

I’ve regained my gross motor functions and begin to ride him again. Faster and harder. He makes delicious noises. It isn’t the right angle for me to hit my g-spot, but I can fuck him the way he likes better this way. His turn, “Mm. I’m going to come.” “Yes. Please.”

He holds my hips as he bucks and moans beneath me. I’m not sure if I came again, or if it was still a continuation of the first orgasm, but my body also trembled and spasmed. For an extended period of time we remained coupled, holding each other, kissing. He flexed his cock inside me intermittently, continuing to trigger full body pleasure.

When the uncontrollable physiological response finally tapered off, he pulls out and I snuggle up to him. Wow. That was incredible.

And it isn’t over.

Laying together spooning, he caresses my breast. Oooh, mmmm. I love that. After a certain point, it isn’t just about the localized pleasure from that stimulation, my whole body is turned on again. And so is his.

Slow lovemaking as he spoons me. He brushes the hair away from my shoulder and nape of my neck. He tenderly kisses my shoulder. His fingers resume playing with my nipples.

My hand is on his hip and thigh. I started with gentle, light touching, but as I am increasingly turned on, I hold him tighter.

I wasn’t expecting to come again. Yet, it feels within reach. I change the position slightly so he is still behind me, but my leg is now bent over his, allowing room for my hand to access my clit. I turn and lift my head to kiss him before I focus on getting off.

Again, it isn’t just the physical that gets me to reach climax. It is that warm feeling of intimacy, the care in his touch, the feeling of safety with his body merging with mine. (I’m easily turned on by a little pain with spanking and hair pulling, so it is totally new to me to be turned on by the absolutely vanilla flavor of romantic sex. And it is amazing.) The sensations that push me over the edge are hearing his sexy heavy breathing, feeling the warmth of his hands over my body in contrast with the cool air, and reimagining his kissing and caressing of my neck and shoulder.

He holds me as I come. After the waves subside, he turns me to cuddle. I ask him, “Do you want more?” “No, I’m good,” he smiles and hugs me into him. Being in his embrace is so secure and peaceful. I kiss him on the cheek before nestling my chin above his collar bone.

One of these days, probably soon, the words “I love you” are just going to escape my mouth. It feels like the right way to end our conversations and how to say good bye… Honestly, it will probably happen this weekend either on accident or, possibly, on purpose.

I’ll keep you all posted- especially if there is good sex.

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