A gentleman with smarts.
When he wears a suit.
Dark thick eyebrows.
When he’s addicted to body.
When he plays with my hair.
When he knows when to give up control.
When he’s patient with me and knows exactly what to say to calm me down and makes me feel better.
When he’s behind me, bites my shoulder and grunts as he cums inside me.
When he tries to catch my nipples in his mouth as I ride his cock on cruise control.
When he touches my pussy to feel how wet he’s made me.
When he makes me laugh.
When he does something completely inconvenient for him just to make me happy or because he knows I’ll like it.
When he cums inside of me and whispers in my ear, “You’re mine.”
Random text saying he’s thinking of me.
Opens the door for me.
Kisses my belly as he softly glides his big hands all over my body and just moans.
When he wears a dress shirt and jeans.
Randomly texts me that he can’t wait to be inside of me.
When he plans a date. Makes the reservation. Picks me up or sends me the detailed information by text about where we’re going. Directions. What the menu choices are.
That first kiss and hug when he sees me.
When he has iPeriod app on his phone and plans accordingly.
Sends me pictures of things he knows I like or things that remind him of me.
Surprises me with a music CD he’s made for me.
The way he never takes his hands off of my body when we’re together.
The way he holds my hand and asks me to go first, even though I ways tell him I’ll follow your lead.
I never have an empty cup in my hand.
The way his skin smells when he’s sleeping.
When I watch him eat.
The way he instinctively feels me up in his sleep.
The way he instantly gets a hard on before I even touch him.
The way he let’s me do whatever I want to his body and never questions me.
The way he always encourages me to squirt, even if I worry about the mess.
When he always carries things that I’m holding, even when I say it’s okay I have it.
The way he looks at me when he’s inside of me.
The way he does this thing with teeth when he’s beyond fucking aroused. It’s like this animalistic thing he can’t control.
Even when he thinks he can’t cum after the second time, he never says no to me.
He always makes sure to have the room temperature cool because he knows I get hot easily.
When he randomly feeds me something he wants me to taste.
When he’s driving, he’s at a stop and he reaches over to touch my face and kiss me.
When he turns off his phone when he’s with me.
When he hands me the bath sheet as I’m getting out of the shower.
When he sends me video of him singing one of my favorite songs while he’s driving.
When he texts me, good morning.
When he texts me, good night.
When he calls me, Blondie.
Thaaaaaaaaat was 5, right?