2.07 - how did that get there?

Andrian couldn't pinpoint the exact movement her hand slipped passed his belt, diving in his pants. She remembered how it felt as he unbuckled the cool metal. How it sounded when she easer the zipper of his formal pants down. The wine was twirling through her mind, tasting delicious on both their tongues.

That was one thing Andrian remembered perfectly. The first kiss. He pushed her up against the side of the taxi, cuping her face in his hands. Both tasting like the wine he took from the restaurant. Zoe let him, waving them both off with a smirk.

When Andrian had asked about his car, he had waved it off. Mumbling about how he would come back for it - not caring about it in the slightest. Andrian noticed how out of character that was for him. But so was the coming back for seconds. Giuseppe must not have been of complete sound the past few weeks. Since he had driven her home and made amends for her ex boyfriends failures. She hadn't thought about Sam or his rivalry with Giuseppe at all. Between confusion about Giuseppe intentions and his head between her thighs, she didn't have time for him.

Apparently, Giuseppe's good friend was a taxi driver. She offered them a sly smile, matching Zoe's. She didn't bother thinking about how he knew her... Right now it wasn't her going hone again with Giuseppe.

Open mouthed, the two didn't bother seduction as their tongued swirled. Both their goals was to get as much of their tongues in each other's mouths. Andrian groaned when his tongue swiped the back of her teeth, gliding smoothly along her own tongue. He made a small noise, that she could have sworn was a whimper when her hand wrapped around his dick.

His hips bucked, rocking back and forth in her hand as she let it glide up and down. She let her fingers cup his balls when she made it to the base of his shaft, his eyes scrunching shut as he muttered her name. Andy. Her mouth gagging him, hiking her leg over his lap, she got as close to his body as she could. Without hesitation, she grounded herself against his thigh. His hands glide across her red dress, fingers driving passed the hem to dig into her flesh. Arching against him, her hand squeezed gently.

"Faster," he mumbled, tipping his head back and exposing his throat. Andrian felt her clit tighten as she moved to straddle him.

"We're almost there," Giuseppe's friend said in a singing voice. Warning them.

Andrian groaned, needing to fill herself with him. Lord she ached in absolute torment. She needed herself around him - felt like her muscles needed to be stretched out. Desire pooled, burning hotter than the sun. She wanted to absolutely ride him to death - find that climax that he had given her before. How she had cum around his tongue just before - she wanted to do that, but harder. Harder than they had done the first time.

Where he had been slow, gentle and caring. Had taught her how to please herself with him. She wanted him to show her more. More of him. More of what they were capable.

"Fuck, your hands are so soft," he moaned, her hand gliding faster per his request. He felt like hard velvet. Skin absolutely begging to be thrusted inside her.

"I want to do it so bad, it's unbearable," Andrian whined, grinding down on him harshly. She wanted to tell the taxi driver to piss off and let them do it right now. Giuseppe's hands clasped against her backside, thumbs digging into that soft spot on her hips. It was like a button - she could feel herself soaking the underwear she had put back on.

Her hand was jerking him off fast now, ready to fill his pants uncomfortably. She wanted him to have to waddle with how wet she made his formal pants. Wanted him to not even bother putting them back on once they got to the front door of her house. Once Giuseppe promised her to have him inside her, she turned into an absolute mess.

Pushing his face into her cleveage, he took a deep breath. No doubt smelling her Argan oil scented body wash. He bucked into her hand, hissing, pushing his face into her harder muffling himself, fingers digging into her deeper.

As her hand continued to jerk, that's when she felt the hot liquid fill her hand. Smearing along her palm as she glided along him. She milked him until he slumped beneath her. Leaning back, she slid her hand out his pants, looking down at the goo she drew from him. Giuseppe stared into her eyes, panting has he kept a strong grip on her, as if she was made with his imagination. Slowly, Andrian lifted her palm to her face, and dragged her tongue slowly across it. The salty cream was an odd taste, One she had never had before. She never removed her glittering eyes from his.

Giuseppe didn't hide his whimpering this time. As if a silent command passed between the two, they leaped into action. Helping him push her underwear, his hand making her wetter than she had even dreamed, he held his dick. She slammed down as he thrusted up.

Screaming a shameless moan, Andrian felt herself mould around his cock, the gorgeous feeling gliding right into her. She wanted no time thrusting against him harshly before the taxi driver could tell them off. Giuseppe sat forward in his seat, hand going to the ceiling as he slammed himself into her as quickly as he could. She was so thankful she had wasted her pocket money on birth control now. Once she knew about this date, she started throwing those pills back religiously.

"You're here. I don't want to have to clean this mess up, so kindly get out," the driver ordered, looking back on them unphased. Andrian pushed off, almost crying out when his dick slipped out, hard as a rock. Making a very unsavory slapping sound as it thudded to his chest. It was completely slick with both their fluids.

"Come on, Andy, open the house up," he said, smacking her thigh roughly. Andrian wasted no time stumbling to the front door, Giuseppe hiking his pants up with a smug smile - eyes dancing with glee.