Giada
Andrea barely parked his car in his garage when I clumsily climbed onto his seat and straddled his lap. His lips are on mine in a second, rough and desperate, showing me how much I've managed to work him up over the last twenty minutes.
I know it was irresponsible to tease and distract him while he was driving but fuck knows there was no way I could stop myself. Not after what he said and certainly not after I saw the change in his mood when I touched him.
I lower Andrea's seat so we have more space, all without breaking the kiss. His hands are in my hair, pulling me closer to him even though I can already barely breathe.
I love it.
I roll my hips against him, matching his groan with a soft one of my own when the perfect amount of friction presses down on my clit. Repeating the movement multiple times, I feel myself getting wetter with each time I slide over the hard bulge in Andrea's pants.
Only when I shift my weight so I can take Andrea's pants off does he pull his lips from mine. It's only an inch separating us but it's too far. Way too far.
"You're tired?" he breaths against my lips. And ugh, it's cute but now is so not the time to be considerate. Really, I just need him to fuck me senseless. Maybe that'll keep the memories at bay for one night
Not to be that bitch but I'd take his dick over sleep any time.
"Wide awake. Never better," I assure him, settling onto him fully once more so I can get another moan from him. I run my hand down his chest, feeling every flexed muscle beneath his shirt.
I've never been more jealous of fabric.
"U sure?" Andrea asks, trying to keep a clear mind when I know all he wants to do is take off my panties and fuck me in the dress he just bought.
I run my hands through his hair, tugging on it to tilt his head back before pressing a lingering kiss on his neck. It was supposed to be so simple but when I feel his heartbeat against my lips, I can't help but suck his skin into my mouth.
"Yes," I whisper against his wet skin.
This time, he happily helps me pull down his pants just enough to free his dick. He pushes my panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off and I moan into his mouth when his fingers dip inside of me, massaging my inner walls for a few beats before he pulls them out again.
He holds his middle finger to my lips, watching me hungrily when I suck it into my mouth and lick it clean. Then, he brings his pointer finger to his own lips and does what I just did.
And I swear I started feeling a second heartbeat between my legs.
I whine, quickly claiming his lips to taste me on his tongue. While I do that, he positions himself at my entrance and before I know it, his hand on my hip is lowering me onto him until he's balls deep.
His lips part in a sigh as if he was getting a taste of heaven at that moment and I use the opportunity to suck his bottom lip into my mouth.
That drags him back to me and his arm tightens around my waist. Enough to pull me closer. Not enough to keep me from moving.
I start riding him at a slow pace, torturing us both. With each roll of my hips, he strokes that part within me that has my eyes rolling back in my head while my clit rubs heavenly against his skin. So although he's probably dying to take over and fuck me like I'm his toy, he lets me enjoy this for longer.
Only when my movements become more desperate, resembling grinding less than hopping on him do his hands take a firm hold on my hips to keep me still. The next moment, he starts slamming inside of me from below with absolutely no remorse.
"Oh, fuck," I moan loudly. Don't blame me, I'm already so close it's pathetic and Andrea hits all the right places.
So many right places.
So many times.
"Not yet, sweetheart. You keep your eyes on me and fucking wait until I'm right there with you, you hear that?" he orders huskily. I whine in response.
He wants me to not come?
And then his fingers are on my clit, pinching it once before he starts rubbing it. My toes curl, my teeth digging into my lips as I try desperately not to fall over the edge yet.
"That's what you get for teasing me. Fuck, couldn't wait to touch me until we were home, could you? My little slut. So desperate."
Oh fuck.
"Andrea," I warn him breathlessly. My eyes are squeezed shut, my whole body tense as he pounds into me from below.
"Soon, Tesoro. Fuck, so good. Almost there," he rasps. And he's still thrusting and rubbing my clit at the same time and I'm so close holding back physically hurts.
"Please," I beg between moans. I'm already clenching around him, my every nerve tingling and my whole body heating up.
Andrea curses, his movements becoming impossibly rougher. "Fuck, yes. Now, Giada," he orders with a strained voice.
And I do. I come so hard I barely notice him pulling me down against him so he's buried to the hilt while his hands still roll my hips around.
My head falls against his shoulder, my breaths coming in short rasps when he finally stills fully and finds his own release.
His hands leave my hips to lazily wrap around me, his head touching the side of mine so he's breathing against the side of my neck.
It involuntarily makes me clench around him, to which we both groan.
"Fuck, Giada. Wish we could just stay like this. Never want to pull out of you," he mutters tiredly. I nod against him and if I were more awake, I'd tell him to just do it. To stay inside of me forever because I never feel more complete than when we're like this.
Maybe it's just the orgasms, though.
At some point, Andrea gently pulls himself out of me, lifting me as he does because I can barely feel my legs. I mean, he did most of the work but, man, car sex is tiring.
Could be the lack of sleep, come to think about it.
Andrea carries me to his room, cleans me with a warm towel, and undresses me only to pull one of his shirts over my head afterward. Then he kisses my forehead gently and I swear to god I'm melting.
How the hell is he so freaking cute.
"Come on, Tesoro. Bathroom," he tells me.
I groan, even though I agree with him. On wobbly legs, I walk to the bathroom and do my business. The last thing I need is to get an infection.
Then I return to the bed, cuddle up to Andrea and fall asleep before I can even begin to worry about what I'll remember tonight.
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Untangle Me
Romance24-year-old Giada Monti loses everything in a tragic car accident. Not only dies her last living relative but she also loses part of her memory. Having a hard time moving on after a turn like that, Giada finds herself in the clutches of the very ma...