Enough?

I know I can be demanding. My energy levels are higher than most. My sex drive, the same. I want it daily, and preferably, a couple of times a day. In my past, there have been men who’ve been able to handle, and there have been men who haven’t. Inevitably, when I am with one of the latter, I tire of it. Sooner or later I call it quits.
I am now beginning to wonder if that’s where my current relationship is going.

Sexually, as well as out of bed, we’re different personalities. We always have been. He’s introvert, I’m extrovert. I enjoy variation. I thrive on that stream of ever new experiences. Sometimes this, sometimes that, sometimes for a long time, sometimes for a short time. Sometimes here, sometimes there.
To him, sex is best done more or less the same way every time. Every session is like a three-course meal. Or more. It’s a marathon. It’s a triathlon. There are sequences to it always repeated. It starts with cuddling and grinding, kissing and fondling. Perhaps some fingering, perhaps some licking. Then intercourse, for as long as I am able to take it. (A couple of hours, mostly.) Missionary, missionary with my legs up and around his neck, doggy, sideways, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, rotating cowgirl, both of us standing, then him standing next to the bed as I lie down on it straddling him, then him kneeling on the bed as I straddle him. Then, more often than not, back to doggy or to one of the missionary style positions, one of those we can do for ever. We go through some eight-ten standard positions every time. When I’ve come too many times to be able to continue, I blow him and I work him with my hands and tits until he gets off. If he gets off. Sometimes, he enters me again when he feels he is close. Sometimes, he wears himself out before he gets there. Too sore or too exhausted to keep it up.

You can say I do get my variation. Because every time we do it, we go through more positions than I'd get in a week or a month with another man. But it still feels as if we do the same thing over and over. A quickie is out of the question. We can’t do it in the morning unless we’ve both got the day off. We can’t do it in the lunch break, we can’t do it in between plans, like, before the guests arrive for dinner or when we’re expected somewhere. He needs his time, and he doesn’t think there’s no point to starting it if we do not have a couple of hours for it. Surprise sex? That’s rare. And so I do not get it on a daily basis. Sure, I can take care of my own pleasures, and of course, I do. But I do not cheat, and I will not cheat. I’ve promised him that, and I won’t break my promises. As long as we’re together, he’s the only man I am with. And of course, whenever I am with him, he pleasures me one hell of a lot. His cock is wonderful. He’s in good shape, and he’s always willing to let me take the lead and to add some new to his repertoire. But still. I am beginning to wonder if it is enough. Whether I need some more. Whether he’s worth this kind of patience.

I know why it is like this. I don’t want to share the details, I think it would be unfair without his knowledge. Suffice to say there are control issues due to experiences of his past. Troubles letting go of control. I understand it, and I think I accept it. It took me some time, but I know that there’s no failure on my part, when he isn’t getting there, and it doesn’t frustrate me like it used to.

To begin with, I felt as if it was my fault, every time he didn’t come. I felt as if I couldn’t live up to my own expectations of myself as a lover, using all my tricks, twists and turns, those never failing to work before. Now I know that this has nothing to do with it. It’s not about abilities. It’s not about techniques, it’s about the mental state he’s in and the experiences he’s had before me. I also know that he finds sex with me more fulfilling than it's ever been before. He says, and from the way he acts, I know it's the truth. Though he can from time to time be frustrated about himself and about the lack of fulfillment, I also know he enjoys it even if he’s not able to finish. And when he is, oh, when he is, he's so happy about it, it makes me happy too.

Question is whether he gives me enough. I don't yet know.