1.00 - the morning

Giuseppe stared up at the ceiling, dazed. He wasn't sure if Andrian was asleep beside him as he stared up at the ceiling of her room. He liked it in here, simple and from what he could see from his spot on her bed - girly. Her full length mirror had pictutres of her and her friends - some torn in places. "Andy." He whispered, causing her to prop herself up on her elbow. "Has Sam ever been in your bed?" Her eyes brows raised for a second before shaking her head.

"It was either his car or his bed." She tensed her jaw, toying with his long brown hair. "I think you're the first boy in my room."

"I feel honored." He smirked, placing a hand to his bare chest. She had calmed down from her previous excitment, he could see the peacful bliss on her face, her body relaxed against his.

"So are you leaving or are you going to try and shove in as much rounds as we can?" She smirked back, leaning in to kiss his jaw. He gripped her hips suddenly, sitting up suddenly to get ontop of her again.

"I can do this all night." He grinned. Unless she gave it to him like she had before, were he had to wait a moment to calm down because of the rush and contempt he felt. His tongue pushed into her mouth as she fumbled with another condom packet, sighing into their kiss as his hand gripped her shoulder - his other hand helping her roll it on. "You're good at that." He grinned, nibbling her lip as she shuffled down more.

"You ready?" She asked, blue eyes glittering.

"Hell yeah." He pushed inside of her again, humming in content as his dick instantly twitched - his jaw clenching, he couldn't be cumming right now, he hasn't even started yet. She pushed her lower body up to his again, her breasts looking like gorgeous handles. Reaching out he took in a handful of her, her fingers gripping at the back of his thighs.

He wished all the women learnt this quickly with sex - he barely told her anything and her body reacted against his. She was so erotic and virgin-like he wanted to bury his face into her stomach and lie there, as if he was marking a discovery - claiming it.

He didn't remember when it ended - all he remembers is being inside of her and having a string of angelic moans fill his ear, repeating his name anytime he did something right. He tried very hard to do that, basking happily in being rewarded with her pleasure.

But light flooded into her room, her thin curtains flooding her room in a pink hue. He shifted in the soft bed he usually slept on a couch, it had been a few months since he had crashed on a bed. The sleeping, naked girl beside him muttered something before rolling over, her back to him. Smiling he stared at the blanket that had fallen a little past her waist, he reached out and wrapped an arm limply over her bare waist. Kissing the back of her head, he nestled further into the warmth of her back.

He fell back asleep, waking up only to wonder if he had made sure his Mum knew this was incredibly late. Removing his arm from her body and sitting up. Pulling himself out of her bed he pulled on his underwear and jeans. Jumping into them and trying to stay quiet. His eyes scanned her room - seeing her shirt, stockings and lace panties but not his shirt.

"It's over here." Her voice broke his slightly panicked silence. He looked over at her, she was lying on her stomach and looking at him over her shoulder. Hair a mess. He walked over to her, bending down and pressing a kiss to her pouted lips, scooping his shirt up from the ground.

"Thanks." He thanked, pulling it over his head. An idea sprung into his mind when his stomach growled - not loud enough for Andrian to hear. "Hey, I don't usually do this - but do you want to go out and get breakfast?" He asked, seeing how early it was in the morning thanks to her analogue clock. Andrian eyed the clock, he could see her weighing the decision heavily in her mind.

"Why not." She shrugged, climbing out of her bed with a blush. Giuseppe didn't bother looking away at first, smirking until she raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want to watch me get changed?" She smiled lazily, watching him sit down expectantly on her office chair. She slipped out her bed, walking to her cupboard - not bothering to cover herself.

"Have you always been this confident?" He folded his arms behind his head, watching her pull on her underwear.

"Yes - but you couldn't look past my tits to see." She smirked, clipping her red, lace bra. Like her words, he stared at her breasts.

"Andy, I didn't know you wore bras." He feigned surprise, laughing as she scoffed and turned back to her wardrobe. Giuseppe suddenly stood up when she had her back to him, he strode across her room and pulled a black, lace leotard. "I like this." He smiled, it looked normal at the front, but the back was exposed lace.

"Me too." She plucked it from his grip, putting it on.

"So do you go around in just that or - " she cut him off when she pulled on dark blue jeans. "Nevermind." He didn't bring up that this was the fastest any woman he knew got dressed - even his own Mother. She checked herself in the mirror and wiped off all her makeup with a few wipes. Used to this, Giuseppe took a seat on her bed.

What he didn't expect was for her to rub her chapstick in and turn around and smile at him. "Let's go."