He gets handsy a lot.
Sometimes, in public. Especially when it’s just the two of us. He pinches my nipple through my shirt, or grabs my butt, or teases my pussy through my panties if I’m hanging around without pants on.
He was tired – more like slap-happy – the evening after he arrived. While I was at the sink, washing off my makeup and brushing my teeth, he kept walking between the bedroom and the bathroom. He’d grab my breasts and play with them, walk back to the bed and lie down, get back up and grope me in the bathroom, go back to the bedroom.
Eventually, I was laughing so hard I could barely handle a toothbrush in my mouth.