Page 21 of Up All Night
You know, I was fully aware of what we were going to do that night. The man hadn’t paid for a love hotel room so we could sit awkwardly on the couch and talk about our feelings. For us to get this far, he must have been thinking of me. Sexually, of course. Not that I picked up on those cues that night. Hadn’t I spent most of the night trying to read his signals and send out some of my own? So much time was spent wasting away in terrible thoughts. Thinking he didn’t like me. That he was disappointed with how I looked in real life. That he wasn’t into me. That I had completely misread what this date was about – if it even was a date.
To have this man say he wanted to kiss me the moment I sat down? I was shocked. My heart experienced a mixture of joy and wariness. He wanted to kiss me! Wait, that quickly? What about some snuggling? Some easing into it?
“Okay,” I said. Okay?Okay?Girl…
Hadrian touched my cheek and tentatively gazed upon my beautiful face before…
Before…
Yo.
You ever seenBob’s Burgers,also known as the greatest animated show of all time? There’s this episode where eldest daughter Tina has a crush on a budding activist and is so excited to kiss him that she doesn’t even mind that this boy’s definition of kissing is literally inhaling half her face. It’s played as a gag on the show, of course. Men (or boys, in this case) can’t actually open their mouths wide enough to suck on the entirety of a girl’s face. Right?
As it turns out, I have a tiny face, and Hadrian had a huge mouth.
Jesus Christ floating in baby Moses’s basket!
There wasn’t a member of the Bible who could help me when Hadrian literally started playing a game ofsuck face.What I thought was going to be a sweet peck to the lips before gradually turning into something more became something straight out of an alien movie.
Hey, now, that isn’t to say I didn’t kinda like it.
A lot.
You know why I liked it, even though I could have easily ranked it as one of the worst kisses ever? Because the man had a healthy reserve of passion bottled up inside of him after all. Throughout our date I had questioned whether or not he was into me. In that moment, when his mouth grabbed my face and his hands grabbed the rest of me, I no longer wondered what he had been thinking all night. This man had definitely been thinking about fucking me!
Two things were on his side. First? That I had wanted to fuck his brains out since we started chatting online. Second? That I wasn’t big into kissing anyway. A bad kisser isn’t a deal breaker for me. Now, a dude who can’t fuck a girl right? Get outta here.
Here was hoping Hadrian more than made up for it.
“We go to bed,” he growled in my ear. Yeah, you read that right. Hegrowled.How long had this side of Hadrian been lurking inside of him, waiting to burst? How much self-control had he practiced until he felt it absolutely safe to go crazy on me? Because that was the strength of a hundred men yanking me off the couch and hauling me three whole steps to the bed so low to the ground that I had to experience a decent fall to get on it.
I had never been manhandled like that before! It was freakin’ awesome!
If I had even the slightest question as to whether or not Hadrian wanted me, I no longer had to wonder. This man was breathing my skin as if he had been yearning to all night. His hands were on my breasts before I had the chance to show them off. When he wasn’t indulging in every inch of my body, he attempted to yank his clothing off. Already!
“Wow,” he continued to whisper the more he touched and undressed me. “Wow.”
As much as sex feels good, the emotional validation it offers is almost better than the physical. What’s better than a partner who makes you feel like the hottest, most fantastical woman in the world? Few people have been able to make me feel that way. Hadrian was so far up there in such a short amount of time that I couldn’t help but wonder if I was his ultimate type. Me! Your average American girl who was a Size 10 on a good day… but at least I had the tits and hips to make it count, I guess. Hadrian was obviously a breast guy. He couldn’t get enough of squeezing them through my sweater and was keen on getting themoutof those clothes.
I took off my sweater. He yanked down my neon yellow bra strap, eyes locked on the writing etched within.
“V… S…”
Really? He was reading my bra strap? When he could be taking off his (and my) pants? “Victoria’s Secret,” I said. It was one of their best sports bras ever. The comfiest bra in the world! (So, you know, it was immediately discontinued and I will wear them until they literally fray off my body.) “Do you know?”
“No,” he said. The strap yanked down my arm, his eager mouth lunging for the tops of my breasts as they emerged from my bra. Yeah, buddy, I sure as hell didn’t care about my bra brand either.
Fun thing about sleeping with a man who doesn’t speak the same native language as you? The shit they say in the heat of the moment. Was it Greek? Turkish? Kurdish, for fuck’s sake? I have no idea. I know the differences between those languages, but I was so drunk on the fact I was getting laid that I couldn’t make out any non-English sounds in that moment. I didn’t need to, anyway. Whatever he said, the intention was clear.“You are so fucking hot.”
“You like?” I asked. He must have, because his face was like a kid’s in a toy shop when he pulled my bra off and unleashed the mighty D-cups I’ve packed around since I was fourteen. His next goal was to take off my pants. I wished him luck as he took on my complicated belt and the buttons beneath.
“Yes, Ilike.” Growl more, Hadrian! Turn me on until I’m begging you to tear me up! Yank off my pants and fuck me like the man you are! The man who had been such a gentleman up until this moment. Although, as I’m sure a lot of you ladies will agree, sometimes the biggest gentlemen are those who ravage your pussy with your pleasure in mind. (Theirs is a bonus. A guaranteed bonus as long as they’re making their lady come so hard her cunt practically rips his dick off his body. Yeah, Hadrian knew what was up, and it wasn’t just that bulge in his tight jeans.) “You’re so… so…” He faltered, bless him. “Güzel kadin.”
I had no idea what that meant, friends, but I can assure you that it was Turkish. Unequivocally the hottest Turkish I had heard in my life, because I wasn’t turned on enough!
This man was going to worship every curve on my body. He was going to growl against my skin and turn into the sort of enamored idiot that makes you feel better about being one as well. Because if he was losing his mind over my disrobement? I wasn’t faring much better as he ripped off his T-shirt and showed me his muscular form, chest peppered in dark, curly hairs that begged me to run my fingers through them.
I may have been a little too eager. The man’s hands were barely on his belt when I yanked him down and blew his mind with some tonguing. To his ear. His surprised laughter made it worth it.
