3.01 - Make a bitch mad

Andrian blinked awake at seven o'clock. She and Giuseppe had spent the rest of their time together cleaning up the lounge room and then having shower sex. He had erased any evidence he had been downstairs. Condom rappers, clothes, food, cups. All packed away. His formal pants hung on the back of her vanity tables chair. She had locked her door, while they wound themselves together for the last time before falling asleep.

As predicted, Andrian's mother hadn't come and checked on her once she got back from work. Rolling back into Giuseppe's chest, she felt his dick press between her legs, once again hard.

The contact seemed to summon Giuseppe's sex drive, as he sat up, crawling ontop of her. Kissing her again, he fumbled with where the remainder of the condoms sat. Lord they had gone through nearly half the box. And still she needed more.

Pushing himself into her, Andrian pressed her back against his chest. His hand came to idly play with her clit as he slowly pushed in and out. The two were moaning in each others ears as soon as they begun.

Tingling, Andrian mumbled his name as she fought off rolling back over and going to sleep. Giuseppe mumbled sentences in Italian that had Andrian moaning a little louder.

"Shhh, sesso sulle gambe," he mumbled, knocking into her a little harder. Her hand reached behind her to grip onto his thighs, pulling him against her. "You're fradicio, absolutely bagnato."

"I have no idea what you're saying, but don't fucking stop," she squeaked, readying herself to cum. She had heard all over the place that some women couldn't cum or climax unless under specific circumstances. But every time she wrapped herself around Giuseppe, she was guaranteed benefits.

"Ragazza sporca," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck. Against her skin, he began to whisper more in Italian. She wished she knew everything he was saying. The way his voice husked, even how he said it with such sexual malice had her clit clenching beneath his fingers. "Ti riempirò così tanto che sarai con mio figlio," he said as she writhed on his cock, cuming right after he did.

Grinding down from the highs, Giuseppe gave her ass a sound slap. Giggling, Andrian rolled off him, letting him tend to his clean up. Rubbing her bare legs through the heat Giuseppe left, she let herself bask back to sleep.

She felt the bed dip, Giuseppe searching for his clothes. She watched through half shut eyes as he pulled his sweat pants on... Her sweat pants... She didn't mind, they used to be her dads, he wasn't using them. Giuseppe even folded up his formal pants and shirt, ready to leave.

Andrian didn't know if she should just play asleep, and watch him leave, or wake up and watch hin go. Maybe he'd feel guilty and stay. Or worse, he regretted making them fuck buddies just because he wanted to hook up with her again.

Her thoughts were hushed when something fell onto her bed, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Are you going to wake up?" He asked. Brushing her hair out her face. Rolling over to face him, she let him press a kiss to her lips. "Good morning il tesoro."

"Good morning asshole," she said smiling, hiding herself beneath the blanket.

"You're such a sweetheart," Giuseppe teased. "I was wondering... If you wanted to come pick up my car with me?"

Andrian sat up in bed. "Shit, your car," she straddled him, running a hand through her hair to neaten it up. Giuseppe's hands roamed, gliding the rough skin along her soft flesh. "We have to go get it," she said, prying his hands off her love handles. Rummaging through her draws, she pulled up her underwear, a bra too.

Giuseppe watched with eyes of a hawk. Andrian grinned as she rummaged through her cupboard. "Ooh! Wear that," he called out excitedly, pointing at one of her favourite underwear. Looking at the black, see through, lace one piece, Andrian only giggled. As his childish request, Andrian took off her underwear, making Giuseppe sag on her bed like a puddle. She put the one piece on. It was etched in thick frame work, decorated with vines and flowers, leaves stretching across her stomach. The one piece dipped with a thin strip of material that didn't become a part of the rest of the one piece until it was over her hips. "Definitely sesso sulle gambe."

"What does that mean?" Andrian asked, running a hand along her thin clad body.

"It means sex on legs," he said, smirking. Andrian blushed, turning back to her wardrobe. He groaned, staring at her. She liked the constant validation that she was sexy. That she could turn someone as good looking as Giuseppe on. Enough to make someone with his reputation... throw it all away for one more night with her.

Pulling a plain, black t-shirt dress over her underwear, she spun around. She usually didn't like these kind of dresses, afraid it wouldn't show off her curves. She already lacked some, she didn't want to look like an unattractive rectangle. The spaghetti straps complimented her breasts, making them stand out - even made her stomach look flatter than it was. And her ass... Giuseppe was in awe at it. Smiling, she pulled on her shining, black strappy heels.

They were totally going to have sex again.

"Lets go get your car," she said, smiling. Running a brush through her hair, she returned the favor. While Giuseppe stripped back down to nothing, Andrian watched him put his clothes back on... Slowly.