So for six months Jess and I got serious several times a day, almost every day. Minus the days he spent with his kids and minus the days my whoha needed a time-out. After those six months Jess and I sat down and discussed that besides just getting serious perhaps we should consider becoming serious.
Okay we didn't really sit down and discuss it, it was more liek in passing, Jess said to me, I think we should be more than just what we are. I didn't really have a response to that. Mainly because in passing was really while I was giving him a blow job and his cock was inside my mouth preventing me from answering at all. Which I was actually quite thankful for.
The second time - a week later, Jess asked me while he was inside me. My legs were up on his shoulders, my knees kept slamming into my chest with every thrust, preventing me from being able to utter anything besides -- fuck. Each pump made my mind more and more foggy. It wasn't until I came that I had a minute to just think. Jess fell asleep on top of and was still inside me while I was having my little pow wow. FYI that is quite possibly one of the sexiest things a man has ever done to me. If you've never experienced something like that, please find a penis and experience it. REALLY. When he woke up, he woke up hard and he woke me up fucking me hard. After, he held me and told me he loved me and told me that he didn't want to continue on unless we were going to be a couple.
As reticent as I was to commit again, I knew I didn't want to lose Jess. I loved the way he made me feel, not just physically but emotionally and mentally. When we were out in public he would look at me as if no one else existed and like I was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen -- the way he held me and kissed me and spoke to me. I hadn't felt or been treated like that in a really long time and I concluded that even if it wouldn't be permanent, I knew it was something that I wanted and needed in that very moment. So I took the plunge. Completely ignoring and forgetting that the waters aren't always calm and one can only tread water for so long before finally succumbing to exhaustion and -- drowning.
As reticent as I was to commit again, I knew I didn't want to lose Jess. I loved the way he made me feel, not just physically but emotionally and mentally. When we were out in public he would look at me as if no one else existed and like I was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen -- the way he held me and kissed me and spoke to me. I hadn't felt or been treated like that in a really long time and I concluded that even if it wouldn't be permanent, I knew it was something that I wanted and needed in that very moment. So I took the plunge. Completely ignoring and forgetting that the waters aren't always calm and one can only tread water for so long before finally succumbing to exhaustion and -- drowning.
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