Again, Please Daddy!

So. Damn. Tired.
Yes it's the day after the day after, and I should be all set now, and back in the saddle. No. I'm lagging like a half deflated 6 day old helium balloon from hell....skulking around the floorboards like an ankle biter. Was it a good party? Well, the real answer to that is that anywhere I go with Malcolm, anything we do is great. So it wasn't a good party....it was great.
Not that I needed anymore proof that the man loves me, but he gave me that too. We left his house shortly after 5 pm, and drove down to Biddeford and the super Walmart to do some pre-party shopping. I'd fussed about the possibility of messing the bed irreparably, and it was on his mind to accomplish that in new and exciting ways, but to also put me at ease so that I wouldn't worry about it and hold back. So we shopped, and he bought STUFF. And lots of it. He got food for snacks, always keeping in mind what I like so that we could share because he knows I won't eat beef or fish. We'd gotten our own sheets for the bed, and I specifically told him Queen size because I swear that every other time I'd been to this place the bed was a Queen. Apparently we got the super suite this time because the bed was king. Good for us, bad for the sheets. I told him we could just use the vinyl protector, and deal even though he KNOWS I can't STAND the feel of plastic on me. It gives me the heebie jeebies. So while I showered, he went to get condoms, which I was sure I'd packed, but had forgotten, and said he'd be back shortly. An hour and a half later, I was worried sick and thinking that I'd lost another date at Merava somehow, and he came back. He'd driven back to a Walmart to get me a new sheet for the bed so I'd be comfortable. AND he'd bought me a chapstick because I'd forgotten mine and casually asked him in the car. I was so touched that this man cares so much.
We intermittently attended the party. I say this because between his love of my self crafted dress, which was the hit of the party I dare add, and my big starry love struck eyes on him, we needed to make runs back to our room to, errr, relieve the tension. So we'd be at the party an hour, in our room for an hour, at the party an hour, back in our room for another hour, you get the picture. LOL, it went on like that all night until we decided to retire, just the two of us, around 1 AM. He finally let me go to sleep at 5 am.
He was a star. He doesn't know it yet, but everyone LOVED him. The cutest scene was when some ladies cornered him at the buffet and stripped his shirt and sweater off so they could see his tattoos. Julia was so impressed with him, and wanted to know how I always got so damn lucky. "Where do you shop for these guys???" was her real question. I love her, she's crazy! I had so much fun seeing everyone there, it was like a huge class reunion. Malcolm, again, showed his class and his love by sticking by my side, and cuddling me, and reassuring me in one moment that he MUST have read my mind while I was looking at all the beautiful barbie people that he SO loved my body just the way it is, and that he may as well be a gay man around all the teeny tiny chicks because he just couldn't find it within himself to get too worked up about them. But by far, the best part of the whole night was knowing that we had a warm beautiful room to ourselves, ALL NIGHT LONG with no rushing, and a bed that was virtually bullet proof by the time he had it all fixed up. I know that nobody in Merava actually believes that we boinked as often and as long as we did, they are sure it was a hoax. LOL, nice try guys. We really did it. I Love waking up with him, well for more, LOL. But we showered together, and did more in there too. HMM, we DID talk without sex for a good while, I guess that was the car ride. He held me while I slept until I got too hot and sweaty from his unbelievable body heat. So I'd roll away from him, poke my feet out from the bottom of the quilt, and then get freezing cold and roll back into the heat of him where he'd warm me and the whole process would start again. But those strong sure arms keeping me warm and safe, that is the best feeling in the world. That and welcoming him into my body where he belongs. I realized that somewhere my perspective on him changed. He WAS the man I always used to look forward to having a great time with. Now? Well, now I want to please him, make him happy in 1000 little ways. Make his day brighter, make his life happier, easier, more fun. I guess I now take for granted that he pleases me. I want to give back as much as I get. I want him for my partner, for as long as he'll have me.