The Boyfriend Now

So we are officially boyfriend/girlfriend now.  I asked him after a round of great sex.  It was quick.  Right after we got home from lunch.  It seems like whenever we get into a room alone together we can't keep our hands and lips off each other.  Hey, I have no problems with that.  He fucking phenomenal.  So it went down like this:  panting,

"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Are you my boyfriend now?"
"I guess so.  I was going to ask you the same thing."

I smiled.  We are on the same wavelength about the whole thing after all.  It gives me a great glow, or so my roommate tells me.

We get high sometime after that, and more sex.  Oh man, I think I broke him.  It was so fucking great that apparently even after he came, I STILL went on riding him.  It just kept coming.  Wave after wave of orgasms.  Never stopping.  I cannot express in words how it felt.  Seriously.  Finally, I collapsed on top of him.

"I can't move."
"Wow, that was amazing!  You were absolutely amazing!"  

A huge-ass smile filling his face.  He was completely happy, and that made me even more happy.

"Did you cum?"
"Yeah I did."
"Oh I didn't notice.  I was kinda caught up in my own thing."
"Yeah I noticed." 

I don't remember when exactly, but we were making out again.  I adjust myself so that I'm on top of him.  He groans and says,

"No mas!  Not now.  Maybe later."
"Oh gee, did I break you?"
"I think you did, yeah."
"I think I broke myself!" 

Well, tomorrow is our first date.  Now that I know were are actually dating, I find myself worried that he's going to break up with me because he doesn't find me interesting, or whatever, anymore.  Like, all that we have that is great together is sex.  I don't know if I can handle that.  Someone not finding me "date-able", someone that I really like, that makes me happy beyond what I have been these past ... however many years it has been that is.  I probably could.  I just don't want to have to experience it this soon after.  Worrying sucks.  Fills my head with thoughts that I can't get rid of.  Why, oh why do I have live inside my head so much?!