A Sexual Relationship

Chapter 4

I took him up to my room. He was complaining because it was too tidy.

"Just kiss me," and he did. We fell in the bed and he lifted my shirt off. My tattooed boobs on show. He kissed down my neck and looked at me.

"I don't have a condom," he said.

"Is it weird that I have some," he bit his gum.

"Depends when was the last time you have a man stay here,"

"Never,"

"Then kind off," I laughed. I reached over to the draw and grabbed the three different sizes. I held them up to him.

"I don't know your size,"

"Close your eyes," he said and I did. He took them all. "Now open," he hand one in his hand and kissed me. I grabbed his shirt pulling it up and off and damn did he have the hottest body ever. And engraved into him and muscles.

"I go to the gym," I looked up to him.

"I could tell," he went back to kissing me. We were stripped down under the covers and he was putting the condone on but he said I wasn't allowed to look. His arms went either side of my head.

"Are you a 23 year old Virgin?" My cheeks went red with embarrassment. "I don't judge remember,"

"How did you know my age,"

"It's on the form that you had to put down the details, your age was one." He said. "If your wondering I'm 25 and my daughter is 8,"

"You were 17,"

"And such a whore," I laughed.

"Are you going to start?" He nodded and put it in. I closed my eyes as he started slowly. He got faster as he carried on and it felt better. He was big and I was a Virginia yet still able to tell.

"Your so hot," I whispered into his ear.

"Thanks," he said. He planted light kissed on my neck. I went to itch the rash on my boob when he stopped me knowing what I was going to do. He intertwined his hand with mine.

"Itching a rash makes it worse," he said. He was really hitting the spot and I was trying not to scream with joy.