Joey and I don't leave the bedroom for the rest of the weekend.
Our sex life couldn't be better. We're always exploring new things. We even roleplay a bit. I never realized how attracted I am to cowboys or maybe it was just Joey looking sexy wearing the hat. Whatever it is, nothing matters when I'm with him. I love every moment with him, but we're in the honeymoon stage, if you will, we can't get enough of each other and right now it's my favorite part. I'm so excited to get my hands on him, to get his lips on mine, to get his clothes off! I feel a bit slutty sometimes, but I don't care.
Last night we were in bed nearly right after dinner because we started making out, much like most nights.
We get to his bed and sit down together, not breaking the kiss, and I jump on top and straddle him. He's sitting up, leaning against the head rest. I look down at him and smile. He smiles back. I don't usually take the lead like this and I like that he's so open to it. I start to move my hips up and down so I'm rubbing against him. I lean down to start the kissing back up again. He doesn't protest. We continue to make out as I pick up speed until I'm vigorously digging my body into his.
It must be going on too long for him though because his hands move to my sides and he gives me the slightest push as he breaks from the kiss.
"Huh, you really into foreplay tonight?" He partly asks and partly hints at telling me to move it along. I get the hint, but I like being in control for once and the kissing and dry humping was working for me. It was getting pretty heated, but I would have moved things along soon enough.
"Is this a problem? I like to build some heat," I tease him so the wait is longer.
"What's to build, you're already too hot," he charms me. I smirk at him.
"Alright what is it, are you not enjoying this?" I play off a hurt tone.
"No, I am, I just...it's just we usually... don't - I don't-" he tries to explain the difficult state of arousal I know he's in.
I smile at his stumbling.
"Aw, you're so cute when there's no blood left in your brain," I tease him and he playfully glares at me. I wait a second, then look down and let out a fake sigh.
"Alright, take the reins," I say and within seconds he flips me over and slides on top of me. I couldn't mind in the least and the wonderful heat rapidly returns until he finally releases both our anxious needs.
The second best part is falling asleep in hi safe arms for the rest of night, knowing I'm going to wake up next to him.
I've only ever felt like this once before, with Ross. He's still so special to me and that's why that thought didn't scare me, at all. It also made me think, thank god I didn't marry Barry!
It's nights like last night that make everyday with Joey fun and new.
We laugh and love all at the same time.
It's going great all weekend until Sunday. I wake up and feel off. I get up and pour myself a glass of orange juice.
Joey is up now and walks out to find me in the kitchen.
"Hey beautiful," he greets me, he walks over to kiss me, but I back away.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I may be coming down with something, my throat is kind of sore," I frown at him, but he only smiles back.
"Why are you smiling, is this a good thing?"
"It is actually."
"What, why," I ask, completely clueless.
He leans down and puts his face level to mine, brushing his fingers lightly across my cheek.
"It's finally my chance to take care of you."
I smile at him.
What he doesn't know is that he takes care of me every night and day.
He doesn't need to nurse me back to health to take care of my spirit, my happiness, my needs, and my heart.
It's moments like these when I realize he is aways finding new ways to make me want him more.
I love him and I can't wait to tell him.
The End.