2.09 - I can go for hours

Giuseppe had tears trailing down his cheeks at the pure ecstasy. He was in utter confusion - he had never cried during sex. He whipped them away before Andrian could see them. She would have no doubt stopped them to ask him how he was. He was too engrossed in how her thighs jiggled when he slammed into her, her voice hoarse from screaming in pleasure.

The times she had let him play with her, she had never screamed. Not when he had been showing her gently how she deserved to be pleased. Not when he was fiddling his fingers around in her, nor with his tongue. But he had nearly drove her into insanity with each thrust. The way the tip of his penis slammed against a smooth surface within her, he had no doubt that was a contestant. He felt absolutely prideful once he started fucking her right in the g-spot. It was easy to find - along with the clitorious after his years of studying.

But never had he been with a girl who did what she had done downstairs. The only time some girls had grinding on him, they had been on top, Leaning back and smirking. Andrian had been absolutely pleased that she had found something so delicious, had convulsed on top of him. He would do anything to have her do that again.

She pressed her face into the bed, pressing her hips against his as she came again, fisting the sheets hard enough to rip them off the mattress. Looking around her room, he was surprised to see everything in similar condition to his last visit. Trying to distract himself from cumming before she properly finished off.

The thought alone scared the shit out of him. He was back. He wasn't supposed to be back. He had never come back to someone house in four years. Never. Not even for his first. He hadn't been inside a woman enough times to get familiar. And yet... none of them had something as magical attached to it as this vagina did. Lord she had a brilliant mind and kind soul and was ruining him. He was thinking with more thank his dick and it was freaking him out.

Andrian squirmed beneath him, the only movement out of his pattern that thew him off. Grunting, he squeezed his eyes shut, grinding his teeth together as he filled the condom inside her again. Both of them sagged at the same time, Giuseppe sliding off the bed to get rid of the condom. His legs felt like jelly, threatening to give out beneath him as he waddled back to the bed.

Andrian lazily smiled at him, tired from their multiple quick fucks. Giuseppe stared at her, smiling.

It scared the shit out of him at how worth it she was.

No matter how long it took him trying to get it on with other girls, as soon as he closed his eyes he was back in this room. Watching Andrian enjoy what he was doing with her. Watch her mumble retorts to his teasing, trying to hide her smile...

And his arms wrapped around her. Even when she was sweating and they both smelled like cum, it was the best feeling in the world. Climbing in beside her, he pulled her to him like he did last time. Andrian didn't push him away or reach for his dick. She slid her hand into his, closing her eyes.

He had made her so lust driven, that she had done anything to get his dick inside her in the taxi. She hadn't complained he used too much tongue, which he was accused of often, and she didn't stop him from grabbing her flesh. He liked how her thighs mushed beneath his hands when he squeezed, Or Rippled when he pounded into her.

Sam had lost so much, to him. When he was with Andrian, he forgot about Sam completely. About how Sam had skewed Andrians perception on sex. How he had made her feel bad with crude comments about other's or even her. He had never deserved someone like Andrian.

"You need to tend to yourself better, Andy. Even your little fingers could help, I could show you," he flirted, trying to ease her back into talking. He had something he wanted to say to her. Something he poorly worded back in the restaurant. "Have you ever pleased yourself without me?"

"I Didn't realise I was that horny," she said weakly, her had pressed to his clean chest. He shaved it just the other day.

"I did," he whispered, fingers trailing along her exposed hip. "When I saw you in class, did you notice how your legs spread once I talked to you?" His finger dipped to her vagina, gliding along to cup her whole. She leant forward, huffing.

"Maybe I should just get a vibrator?" She taunted, propping herself up on her elbow to stare down at him. Neither of them had turned out the lights, instead leaving the curtains open enough for light from the outside to trail in.

"Can I help you pick It out?" He asked, eyes alight as he rubbed his fingers along her entrance. She grunted, wiggling against him. He dipped a finger in, growing hard at the thought of her playing with herself. "Can I watch?" The thought of her with her legs up in the air, naked, as she pressed whatever battery powered excitement against her. Or in her.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She snorted, her fingers trailing along his collar bone as he pushed his middle finger deep inside her.

"Or perhaps..." He trailed off, this is what he wanted to say. " Maybe I could come over more?"

"Are you asking to spend more time with me?" She asked, Leaning over him. He propped himself up to match her, his lips finding hard.

"I can't get you out of my head, Andy," he muttered, pulling his finger from her. Pushing her onto her back, he positioned himself between her legs. She reached out for a condom, one of the ones they left lying on her bed, scattered at their little exercise. He took it from her and rolled it on, their eyes locked into one another. "I haven't been able to let myself be with anyone else... I'm being honest."

"I don't understand," She whispered, staring into his eyes.

"I want us to start being exclusive... Friends with benefits," he proposed. "I want to spend time with you like a friend; and I still want to have sex with you."

"That is... different," she said, eyes trained on his. Nerves twisted in his stomach. He was too soon. "Just so you know, if we did that, I wouldn't be seeing anyone else. It's too much hassle."

"Niether will I," he said, seriousness lacing his tone. He had been waiting for Andrian to be free for him for such a long time. He hadn't realised that day in the playground, when she gave him her sandwich, that he would give up a lifestyle for her. He had no idea how long they'd go on for... But he knew she would be the most memorable.

"Do you understand what that means, Giuseppe?" Andrian asked, eyes alight. She wasn't fooling him with the I'm thinking of you routine. Not when she was fighting a grin with those gorgeous lips.

"People will talk, but that's none of my business," he said, grinning. Pushing his dIck back into her heavenly entrance, he was gently thrusting.

"This sounds like a relationship," she said, breathing gentle moans that drove him over the edge. He could fun with those sounds alone.

"A relationship..." He pondered around, gently rocking his hips in and out. "We can call it that I guess, just none of that boyfriend girlfriend stuff. Those words make me puke."

"I'll just call you asshole, then?" She said, grinning.

"I'll call you cumrag, then," he whispered huskily, loving the way she shuddered around him.

"You better not, my mum's a police officer," she said, clicking her tongue. She was smiling widely, letting him thrust in and out of as they laid together. He was making up for how rough he had been, showing her he could be gentle.

"What have I told you, Andy, I'm great with mum's," He said with a wink, pressing his lips to hers.