When I finally called Henry my boyfriend after months of refusing to do so, we fucked without a condom for the first time in a [bar bathroom](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtlqeu/fm_reclaimed_my_boyfriends_cock_in_a_bar_bathroom/), and I had him finish in my mouth. From that moment on, we stopped using condoms and took advantage of the opportunity for him to cum all over my body every time we had sex. The miracle of long-acting reversible contraceptives and moist towelettes. In additional to the increased pleasure of not using condoms, we felt way more intimately connected, and he absolutely loved cumming on me as an act of marking/claiming my body. He wasn’t jealous in a red flag kind of way – he was simply into domination and possessiveness during one-on-one sex. Still is, actually. Luckily, I have always loved it.
Unfortunately, our sexual adventures at that time were only during the weekends, since he lived in a city over an hour’s drive away. It fucking sucked. I was finally in a healthy relationship for the first time, and he wasn’t there to hump me to sleep every night. Did I say hump? I meant cuddle. Definitely meant cuddle.