Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
"Just thinking about this morning." Which wasn't quite a lie. I had been thinking about it...until a ghost had decided to take the Poltergeist-slash-Sadako route and try communicating with me through a TV set.
"And us in general, of course," I added belatedly, not wanting him to think it was all about sex for me (even though it kinda was).
"Good."
Good? Did he really mean that? It was dark inside the car, but there was just enough light from outside to let me peek at Hadrian's expression. He looked his usual calm self, but maybe he was just pretending?
Guys don't usually like it when girls started thinking in terms of "we" and "us". They typically served as a prelude to serious talks about the future, and they were enough of a red flag to have guys scrambling for a change of topic.
Hadrian, however...
"What if I told you what happened this morning wasn't me," I asked impulsively, "and that I'm not really in the market for hook-ups?" I wanted to see if I could crack that impassive mask of his, thinking it would be fun to rattle him a little. "What if I told you I wanted a relationship?"
"Great."
I couldn't help but laugh. Like hell he meant that.
Hadrian slanted a glance at my direction. "When would you like to move in to my apartment?"
My heart skipped a beat even as another choked laugh spilled past my lips. "It would serve you right if I took you up on that."
"Try me."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right." Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?
But when we got to our apartment building, Hadrian seemed intent to proving he was serious. "Sleep with me tonight?"
No. Show some pride. Let him know you're not easy.
But instead, I heard myself say, "Yes."
And then we were kissing again, Hadrian kicking his front door shut while I wrestled with his belt buckle. He lifted me up in his arms as soon as I managed to pull his erection out of his jeans, and my back slid up against the wall as he reached down to tear my panties off.
Two down, eighteen more to go.
His erection began rubbing against my already moist entrance, and my entire body shuddered. It felt good, really, really good...but I wanted more.
"Hadrian." My nails dug into his back. "I want you...now."
A smirk played over his lips. "Noted." And then he was efficiently suiting action to words, with the way his thick, hard member had thrust inside of me right after.
Heaven, I thought dazedly. Just pure, erotic heaven, with every forceful thrust hitting my G-spot in the right way - the exact way my body craved, and it had me buckling and crying out in less than a minute, climaxing so quickly I could've submitted an entry for the world's record for shortest amount of time needed to reach an orgasm.
While I was still shuddering in his arms, his manhood still inside of me, Hadrian carried me into his bedroom, and everything started all over again. He got rid of all of our clothes before laying me down on his massive bed. This time, though, he wasn't to be hurried, with Hadrian ignoring my every cry and plea as he lazily explored my body with his mouth and fingers.
He sucked on my neck for so long that I had a feeling by the time he lifted his head he could've given me a new birthmark, and the amount of time he spent fondling my breasts and suckling on my nipples was just as lengthy and leisurely. By the time he had moved down between my legs, I was a sobbing wreck, and I could only clutch his hair as he started pleasuring me with his tongue.
"Please, Hadrian..."
I wanted to come so badly, but each time I was about to reach the peak, he would withdraw, and it was back to square one. It was the most exquisite torture, and it happened over and over and over until I was begging and sobbing for release—-
"Will you please just make me come?"
A dark, lazy chuckle played somewhere above me.
And then he was giving me what I wanted—-
AAAAAAAAAH.
My hips were off the bed, my legs forming an inverted V in the air as Hadrian grasped my ankles just before he started pounding into me, so hard and fast it was almost brutally relentless, and oh God...it was exactly, just exactly how I wanted it, too.
We came together in a flash, my moans intertwining with his rough breathing, and still it went on, Hadrian pounding into me over and over. He just wouldn't stop, just kept fucking going that my first orgasm rolled into a second one, and by the third time it felt as if pleasure was about to tear me apart.
The night seemed to stretch infinitely, and I lost count of the number of times he made me climax. All I knew that there was a point when every part of my body and his felt wonderfully sticky, and that I couldn't even remember how exactly things ended.