I smiled inwardly, that wax would be put to good use once Henry arrived. Since we began dating fairly informally I had a permanent smile plastered on my face. I loved how laid back he was about everything, if I wanted to stay in or go out, it didn’t matter to him, he went with the flow. He seemed happy to just be with me. It certainly helped that we clicked sexually, meaning it was the foremost thing on our minds all the time. His hands and mouth were so self assured when they worked my body to crazy bliss, I couldn’t get enough. Plus he was very inventive, randomly implementing whatever he found laying around as a restraint or blindfold. As of late my underwear had been used to bind my wrists and I think I had a dish towel obscuring my vision in the kitchen the other night. Our schedules had been very cooperative as well, he was a new cop so he had all the terrible overnight shifts that most people shunned. I was bartending my way through grad school which meant I also had the night shifts, that left our days open to each other.
