Page 23 of Up All Night
So how did Hadrian do?
I may not have spoken many of the same languages he did, but I made sure he got a solid English lesson that night. Namely, I reacquainted him with the Holy Trinity from the moment that talented cock slid into me as if it were fucking meant to be.
I daresay he felt the same way. Why else did he have to latch onto my tits so he could stay upright? Too bad. I pulled him down on top of me so I could suckhisface off while he fucked me.
Most men start off slow and build up rhythm. So did Hadrian, although I daresay he went from 0 to 60 alotfaster than most men do!
I am no wilting flower. I am no shy virgin who doesn’t know what her body – or a man’s – is about. When my body is craving sex, I know exactly what it needs, and how it needs it. Nothing surprises me anymore. In fact, I would like a few more surprises in the bedroom. For example, I love missionary as much as the next girl, but there are other positions a couple can do to make things, ah,deeperbetween them. Namely, his cock deeper in my cunt.
(You know, that cock that was apparently the most perfect size in the world? Filling me up without any of the discomfort? My body was so fucking ready that lube wasn’t on the radar. I had been ready for days!)
“So good…” he muttered on my lips.
“Yeah?” I braced myself against his shoulders. My knees could come closer to my face, right? Because a girl needed deeper penetration every day of the week. “Me too.”
That was enough to make him fuck me harder.
This? This was exactly what I needed. I needed a real man who wasn’t shy about fucking a girl shortly after meeting her. I needed a guy who had a great cock and wasn’t afraid to use it right. Ineededthe sensation of his cock slamming against every part of me, taking me, owning me, sending me into the fucking stratosphere until I knew what it felt like to behis.And I felt no shame thinking that. Hadrian had been more than respectful that night. The best way he could continue to respect me and my person now was to fuck it until I came so hard I completely lost my sense of self. Fuck me, use me to get off, make me come, damnit!
“Oh my God!” Was I coming already? From nothing but penetration? Yeah, that’s how needy I was that month. From the moment the first of many orgasms hit me, my body made sure that dick wasn’t going anywhere. That dick its owner dared to call small!
He stopped, but only long enough to flip me over and pull my ass into the air.
Excellent. My favorite position, and I didn’t even have to ask for it.
His hands forced my shoulders down, my face buried in the pillow as he fucked me from behind as hard as humanly possible. Every neuron in my body was on fire. The attentions of this man were going to ruin me. And thank God for that.
I had been fairly quiet that night. Not because I forced a demure demeanor that wasn’t natural to me, but because my voice is fairly squeaky and doesn’t carry well. More than once Hadrian had asked me to repeat myself because he couldn’t hear me – that and I used English he didn’t know, oops. Not now! You should hear me when I’m on the other end of a fantastic fuck. You’d think my soul was ripped straight from my body and sacrificed to angels on high. Yeah, I’mthatneighbor when given a chance. Eat your heart out, French neighbor guy.
Hadrian, on the other hand, was quiet if not energetic. But I didn’t need to hear him roar like a beast when he came. I only needed to experience his fingers pressing deep into my hips and his cock holding even deeper inside of me. It filled me one last time, unprecedented, my body knowing what was going on while my mind begged him to keep going.
“Ah…” He pulled out. I collapsed. “We go, yes?”
I was really starting to love that phrase.
Hadrian threw out the condom and fell down next to me. That hilarious demeanor of smug satisfaction on his face almost cracked me up, but I knew better than to laugh right after sex. With someone new, anyway.
“Very nice.”
Oh, no, I couldn’t contain it. I grabbed the pillow and stuffed it against my face so I could laugh.
“I shower.” Wait. Where was he going? Oh, for fuck’s sake, I bagged one ofthose?The kind of guy who rushes to the shower right after the deed is done? I ain’t saying I demanded cuddles the moment he came, but come the fuck on. “You go too?”
Well, I guess it was different if he invited me along…
“No, thanks.” Girl needed a breather after a roll in the hay like that. Think. Reflect. Assess whether or not she needed to go again. (I did. Oh my God, I did.)
“You sure?” Hadrian had not expected that response. He looked back at me on his way to the bathroom.
“Later.” Dude, don’t make me feel unhygienic after sex! I don’t need that shit.
He disappeared into the bathroom, the water spraying into life shortly after. I remained on the bed, breathless, replaying that excellent encounter in my head over and over. The ridiculous kisses. The way he pawed my body as if he had held back all night. The stupid smiles on his face as he experienced the birthday of his life. (You know, if it was his birthday.) Those kinds of things are what make a woman feel damn good about herself. All I had to do was show up and be myself. Hadrian had done the same thing. What was better than that?
One of my minor fears, however, was that he would come out, get dressed, and bugger off. I prepared myself for that. This was a hookup, after all. Sure, we had a nice date first. But I was under no delusion that he would come cuddle me in bed unless he was up for a round two. With men, you honestly have no idea. At least he was young?
His shower was short. By the time he came back out, still as gloriously naked as a statue of Adonis, I had regained my composure and considered going to the bathroom. Because unlike my neighbor’s girlfriend back in the share house, I understood the dire need for a girl to do such things after intercourse.
Hadrian flung back the bed covers and crawled in next to me. He picked up the TV remote and flipped through Japanese channels.
