Making out on a loveseat and assuming the position

My guy came over to my hotel room to spend some quality time with me over a week ago. We sat on the couch, cuddled, and then made out.

He is an observant guy. He loved the peach nail polish that I had on. He admired my skirt that I was wearing. He also loved running his hand up and down my legs.

My guy loves my tummy. I am ticklish, so he gingerly placed his hand on it. It's a big step for me. He's great being so understanding.

He loves feeling my legs so much that he moved my right leg over his lap, which then rubbed up against his crotch. He then found my left breast, took it out of my bra, and sucked on my hard nipple. It felt so wonderful.

He made me orgasm twice. I loved it. I cuddled up afterwards and we talked.

"You know that you're a bad girl," he said to me in a loving way.
"No, that can't be true. You pleasured me. I must be good," I reasoned.
"You're still a bad girl in my eyes. Only I know how bad you are. You need to assume the position on the bed," he insisted.
"No, I don't want to," I whined playfully,
"Assume the position. After I am done with washing my hands, I expect you to be on the bed."

It's fun being with him. Always.