Last month, we took the plunge! We met the families!
The night Rob came to my childhood home, I let him know that my parents would welcome him with open arms- and then try to feed him.
True to predictions, they immediately invited him in and offered him local foods. We stayed up fairly late, but only slightly past our normal bedtime. We had a nice time and had a good chat.
I’m not sure how comfortable he is in my old bedroom. We get settled in, phones charging, lights off. We talked about how the meeting went and snuggled together.
Snuggling turned into making out. Making out, he shifts to bring our hips closer. I can feel him hard against me. He always sleeps with his shirt off, and he feels delicious in the dark. I love running my hands over his bare skin, especially his arms and back. He kisses me and strokes my hair. He strokes down from my shoulder and arm to my elbow, something he does when he feels ready to carry the sexy stuff to the next level. Sometimes I tease him and build sexual tension by ignoring this subtle signal until I just can’t stand it- but tonight, I don’t have the self-restraint. I want him now.