When the pizza arrived, he came down from his bedroom and paid the guy. I watched as he pulled cash from his wallet and couldn't help but widen my eyes when he pulled out nothing but big bills. It wasn't like he was showing off or anything, I just found that interesting.

He set the food on the counter and turned to me. "Sorry about that, the guy who called, he's like my main source of income and is the only person that calls me on a weekend. He brings in the big rigs every few weeks."

"Ah, I see." I nod. "Loved the customer service voice." I teased him.

"I'm going to call your work and make fun of you and your customer service voice. We all have one. " He walked up and poked my forehead. "Come and eat with me." He put out his hand and pulled me up.

We ate dinner, and I soon realized it was almost eight in the evening. We cuddled under a blanket as J.D. searched for what to watch. I stood to go freshen up in the bathroom after a few minutes.

His restroom was clean and nicely decorated, and as I looked around - snooping really, I noticed he had no pills except Tylenol in his medicine cabinet. He used a safety razor to shave and one of those shaving kits you had to wet and use a brush with. He also had separate bottles for his shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and an actual loofah. When I finally reached his drawers, I found extras of body wash, toothbrushes, and other small bathroom things that were separated into categories.

This was a man raised with women.

I rinsed my mouth and popped a piece of gum as I walked out to his bedroom, only to find him walking in. "Hi, sorry you were up here a long time." He said awkwardly. "I wasn't sure if you needed anything."

"I was snooping." I admitted, which caused him to laugh.

"I had a feeling, any red flags?" he sat on his bed but caught my attention when he rolled his shoulder the same way he did the last time. He was in pain again.

"No red flags, although you don't have any feminine products."

"I do. They're under the sink. I have three sisters; the bathroom is stocked." He joked.

I looked at him as he tried to massage his shoulder gently. "Are you okay?"

"It's my shoulder again. It's just uncomfortable." He shrugs. "I'll be fine."

I walked over and jumped on his bed behind him, gently placing my hands on his shoulders to rub them. He let out a deep sigh and relaxed under my touch. "Maybe you should... take off your shirt."

He looked back at me with a confused expression. "You know if you want me naked, just ask." His voice cracks on the last word.

I gently smack his other arm and hear him giggle as he pulls his shirt off, pulling it from the back of his neck. His skin is soft and smooth except for some small scars and beauty marks. "Do you have lotion?"

"In the bathroom, as if you didn't know." He stands to get it and comes back, laying down on his stomach.

"Relax and tell me if it feels good." I gently squeeze lotion onto my hands and rub them together before lightly beginning the massage on him. I'm kneeled beside him and can hear him sigh again.

"You know I should be turned on by this, but I'm going to be honest I might fall asleep." He yawns. "You have magic hands."

I continue for a few minutes and can hear him hum to himself. "Does that feel better?" I asked, leaning into his ear.

"Yeah, it does. Let me turn over, and you can do the front." He flips over, and I'm grabbed at the waist and placed on top of him. I can't help but laugh as I'm back in the familiar position from earlier. His dark, long hair is pushed back, and he pouts his lips, asking for a kiss. I lean in and kiss him, still gently massaging his arms.

"Can I ask you something?" I say, sitting up.

I wasn't sure how to do this because most of my other sexual experiences had been very straightforward and not at all romantic. Even with my ex-boyfriend, it felt like almost a chore for him to be romantic in any sort of way. His only form of physical touch was to push me around. Don't get me started on random one-night stands.

"You can ask me anything. I am an open book." His eyes seemed a bit glossy, and he looked relaxed.

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

He doesn't hesitate, nodding his head. "Is it obvious, I'm hard right now, and your shirt is still on." He chuckled but stopped as he looked at my face. "I know we made jokes earlier, but have you had sex before?"

"I have. It's just been a while." I admitted.

"Me too, like a year." He rolled me off him and laid sideways, holding his head up with his arm. I mimicked his position, listening to him. "I didn't even realize how long it had been until I kissed you that first night. I don't know. I've just been keeping to myself. I had just been sort of roaming and working like a dog. It doesn't help that the most beautiful girl out here is you, and I didn't see you for a whole year. How long has it been for you?"

"Longer than that, I've had too much on my plate." His hand gently runs up and down my arm in a loving and comforting way. "It might be fast, but I want to, with you." I admitted.

"Really, I couldn't tell by the way you mauled me downstairs. I mean, the massage was a nice touch." He teased.

I laugh and shove him, but he doesn't budge. "Shut up. You're the one with the boner."

He grabs me then, lays me down flat against the bed, my hands pinned above my head. I gulp as he holds himself above me. "I bet if I touched you, you'd be just as turned on as I am." He whispers. "If I touched you here..." His right hand drops between us and gently caresses between my legs for a second before moving up on my lower stomach. "If I touched you there, you'd be dripping for me."

I let out a soft shudder and nodded. His eyes seemed to darken, his pupils huge, completely hiding his light brown eyes. "Touch me." I practically moan.

He licks his lips and lets go of my hands, pushing himself up to sit on his knees. He seems to be contemplating a few things, looking around as if he wasn't sure where to start. He pulls me up and gently removes my shirt, which I let him, revealing a basic black bra. He seems a bit nervous but tells me to lay down again, gently tugging off my leggings. When I'm in just my underwear, he leans in and kisses me, this time slow and sweet. A smile forms on his face, and he seems to be a bit nervous.

When he pulls away, his hands are a bit shaky, "can I take these off?" his finger slides under the string from my thong.

I giggle as he snaps it gently against my hip and nods. "Do you have something?" I wonder aloud.

He looks around and gulps, "Yeah, in the bathroom, you really didn't check under the sink, did you?"

I shake my head, "No, I really didn't. I thought it was just toilet paper under there."

He stands up and walks to the bathroom, grabbing a small box from under the sink and walking over as he reads the box. "Okay, not expired. We are solid." He places a condom on the side table and directs his attention back to me.

I laid there for a second before sitting up and unhooking my bra, tossing it aside. Now he seemed even more nervous and couldn't even look at me in the eyes, just staring at my exposed breasts. "Do you want me to take these off?"

His breathing increased, and he shook his head, getting back on the bed and gently removing the last piece of clothing on me. "You're perfect." He whispered to himself. "So beautiful."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as he leaned in and kisses me, his tongue meeting mine for a moment before he pulls away kissing my neck, then between my chest, pushing my boobs together to gently lick one of my nipples, and down my stomach until he reached my hip bone. I then realized where he was headed. "James." I moaned.

He pulls my thighs apart, and I can feel his hot breath before his tongue licks a bold stripe up my slit. I curse and moan in a wave of euphoria as he continues, circling my entrance and licking up until he finds my clit. I grab at his hair and call out his name again.

The man was talented to say the least, he seemed to know his way around, so I was confused when he stopped and looked up at me. "Is this good for you? Am I doing, okay?"

Out of breath and on the verge of tears I stared at him in shock, "don't stop, please."

"I've never really done this, so I need a yes or no answer."

"Bullshit you've never done this!"

"Swear to God! Am I good?"

Before I could answer, his mouth was back on me, and I threw my head back as he got back to work. I ran my fingers through his hair and let out a string of profanities as he brought me closer to the edge of no return. I could feel myself shaking, my stomach turning in such a satisfying way, I was close, and I felt as if I was in pure bliss. It was his finger that made its way into me that threw me over the edge.

My eyes shut and I let out a long quiet moan as I came.

When I opened my eyes, I saw stars and felt myself slump from the orgasm I might have deprived myself of for too long. J.D. sat up and began subconsciously touching his hard on as he looked at me, licking his lips that were covered in my arousal.

"Fuck me." I sighed. "Please." I leaned up and placed my hand on his crotch, squeezing him through his sweatpants.

His head nodded as he stood up and pulled off his clothes, his hard on popping out, almost painfully hard looking. He grabbed the condom and ripped it open, rolling it onto himself as I watched. "You're okay with this right, why are you crying?"

I couldn't help but smile, pulling him on top of me. "I'm amazing I just cry when I get excited, what about you?" I checked in with him as well.

He looks down between us and nods quickly. "A little nervous I'm going to cum quickly to be honest. I'm not lying when I say it's been a while."

I reach down, guiding him to me and cursing from the stretch as he pushes inside of me. It only stings for a moment but as he begins thrusting slowly, I can't help but wrap my legs around him.

He seems focused, watching me carefully as he finds a pace that we both enjoyed. I was never one to orgasm multiple times but this moment, his face, the ungodly sounds he was making was pushing me closer to the edge. I began to shake, and moan louder as his movements became sloppier and our kisses messier. His hand went to my neck and held me in place as he kissed me hard, breathing loudly as he hit a spot deep within me that caused me to pulse around him.

A wave of pure bliss rolled onto me as he thrusts a few more times, moaning against my ear, coming to a slow stop. "Holy shit!" He slumped onto me. My eyes shut and I put my arms around his sweaty back, kissing his shoulder and neck. He catches his breath after a few minutes and pulls back to look at me. "I think I just lost my eyesight for a minute." He laughs.

I lick my lips and gently push his hair back. "So, it was good for you?"

"That was...everything Zamora. You're perfect." His head rests on my chest for a minute and we just lay there holding each other until he finally pulls out and sits up to remove the used condom, tossing it aside. He grabs a blanket from the edge of the bed and covers us as he gets into the bed and holds me.

I don't even realize I had fallen asleep.

Thanks for reading. Xx