36 - Cloud nine

Mia's POV.

The next morning when I woke up, I felt extremely tired, but in the best possible way.

We had spent pretty much all of last night going at it like bunnies in heat. After the fourth orgasm, I'd lost count of how many times Federico had made me come. We had spent nearly all the time after my injury tip-toeing around each other but it felt as if the dam had finally burst last night and all the pent-up sexual frustration had come out all at once last night.

I felt sore in places I didn't know it was possible to feel sore in. And I was pretty sure walking was going to be a task today given the night I'd had. But I did not mind, not one bit.

"Morning, bellisima," I heard Federico's husky morning voice whisper from behind me, as he tightened his arms around my waist and pulled my naked body closer to his.

I'd woken up in Federico's arms like this plenty of times since we had started sleeping in the same bed. We both absolutely adored cuddling with each other. But today was the first time were butt naked while doing so, and I could feel his boner poking me in the butt.

Instead of wriggling away like I usually did each morning, I found myself pressing my butt more firmly against him, making him groan against my neck. "You're insatiable," he whispered into my neck as he began to pepper wet, open-mouth kisses along the base of my throat.

"I can say the same about you," I breathed out when his hand that was around my waist slipped lower until his fingers were rubbing my bundle of nerves in slow, tantalizing circles.

He chuckled against my neck as I moaned, parting my legs to give him better access. He slipped a finger into my core, finding me wet and ready for him. "Always so ready for me," he muttered before replacing his fingers with his hardened length, rubbing the tip against my opening.

"Quit being such a tease," I muttered, pushing my butt against him to get him to enter me.

"So fucking impatient," he whispered before entering me in one swift motion, making us both moan loudly.

Hooking an arm around my knee and lifting it to get a better angle and leverage, he rammed into me over and over and over again until I was a moaning, writhing mess next to him.

God, the man could fuck alright. He knew the difference between deeper and harder better than anyone I'd ever been with before, giving it to me exactly how I asked for it.

I fisted the sheets with one hand, closing my eyes and letting the sensation of him hitting deep within me be the only thing I focused on. I sobbed out his name, as he slammed into me from behind time and again.

After a while, he slowed down, making me protest. But all my protests died down in my throat when he flipped me towards him, being mindful of my injury, and guided me so I was sitting on top of him.

"I want to see you when you come," he told me before aligning himself with my core and entering me in one fluid motion, making me moan.

I began to rock my hips back and forth, grinding my hips against his in a slow, tantalizing dance that has us both moaning. I closed my eyes, my hands going to my breasts and tweaking the nipples as I let myself get lost in the sensation of him seated deep within me.

"Fucking hell, baby, you look so fucking hot touching yourself like that," Rico muttered from beneath me, making my eyes spring open as I looked at him.

Unable to help myself, I leaned down and captured his lips in a searing, hot kiss.

He grabbed onto my hips then, stilling me before he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into me from below.

I moaned into his mouth, pulling back from the kiss and throwing my head back in abandon as he fucked me senseless.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with both our moans filled the air around us, and soon I could feel my orgasm building deep within my belly.

And then, I was coming, screaming his name as my muscles spasmed all around him.

With a loud moan of his own, he came inside me as well, and I could feel the warmth of his semen as it coated my insides.

Completely spent, I slumped against him just as his arms came around me, his semi-erect member still inside of me.

"I love you," a voice whispered.

And it took me a moment to realize that it was me who had said those words.

Fuck.

I felt Federico's arms stiffen around me, knowing without a doubt that he had heard me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I'd known for a while that I'd fallen in love with him. I'd been trying to figure out a way to tell it to him, but the words had chosen the worst possible time to slip out of my mouth right then.

My internal panic increased when seconds ticked by and he didn't say anything in reply.

God, what if he thought it was just something I muttered in post-coital bliss? What if he thought I didn't mean it? Or worse, what if he thought it was just something I said to every man I'd ever been with? Not that there had been many, but still.

Slowly, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed my body away from his so he could look into my eyes.

"What did you just say?" He whispered, his face blank as he looked at me. I quickly looked away, avoiding his eyes.

He did not look happy. At all.

Shit. I shouldn't have said anything. He probably didn't feel the same way about me and was trying to think of a way to let me down easy.

God, what were you thinking, Mia? Telling a man you loved him when he was still half erect, inside of you? Could you be any more stupid than that? I thought to myself, mentally berating myself and opening my big mouth like that.

Time for some damage control.

I moved to get up. "Nothing," I said, as I pulled away from him, putting my knees down on either side of him so I could lift myself off of him, run to the bathroom and cry in its safety. Because not having your feelings reciprocated hurt, alright. It hurt like a bitch.

Federico placed his hands on my hips, stilling my movements. "Look at me, Mia," he demanded, his voice brooking no arguments.

Like the stubborn brat that I was, I refused to do so, looking at anywhere but him.

"So fucking stubborn," he muttered under his breath before I felt his fingers underneath my chin, lifting my face up to his until I had no choice but to look at that handsome face of his.

"Were you serious about what you just said?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes.

"What does it matter?" I muttered, feeling like I would cry any second.

I got that he didn't feel the same way but having me repeat my words just felt humiliating in so many ways when I knew I wasn't going to get the reply I wanted from him.

"It does to me," he replied, still looking into my eyes as if he could see into my very soul.

"Why?" I whispered, closing my eyes, unable to hold eye contact any longer. I was crumbling on the inside, and I didn't want anybody around to witness the aftermath, especially not him.

"Because if what you said was true, then that would make me the happiest man alive," he said, making my eyes spring open in shock.

He didn't mean what I thought he did, right?

"What...what do you mean?" I asked tentatively, almost scared of the answer.

"It means that I love you, you idiota. I have for a long time now, but I guess I was too scared of how you would react or what you would say to confess how I really felt," he explained, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Unexpectedly, tears sprang to my eyes, and even though I tried to blink them away, a few slipped out of the corner of my eyes.

"Fuck. What happened, cara? Did I say something wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked, the panic clear in his voice.

"I don't know," I replied, letting lose a watery chuckle.

"Then, why are you crying?" He asked, clearly confused.

I shook my head. "Think of them as happy tears because I fucking love you, too."

He grinned then, a full blown grin that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and his entire face light up like a little kid on Christmas.

I laughed right along with him, as he grabbed my face and mashed his lips against mine.

The kiss we shared right then was different from any other kisses we'd shared the night before.

This one was soft, sweet and slow, like we had all the time in the world and then some. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, stroking my tongue languidly with his own, exploring my mouth like it was his favorite place in the world to be right then.

I felt his member twitch inside of me, coming to life again as he hardened.

He rocked his hips against mine ever so slowly, eliciting moans from us both.

"And I thought I was the one that was insatiable?" I muttered against his lips as he began to rock his hips against mine a bit more forcefully.

"Not my fault you're so fucking hot," he whispered back, his hands tracing my covers before coming to rest on my hips as if to prove his point.

With a groan, he flipped us over without moving out of me so he was on top of me.

He continued rocking his hips into mine at a leisurely pace, making me feel every stroke in a way I hadn't felt before as we both looked into each other's eyes.

He grabbed my hands in both of his own, intertwining our fingers together and pressing our joined hands on either side of my head as he continued to rock into me slowly.

And even though this was the slowest, and sweetest he had ever been with me, it was quickly becoming the best sex of my life.

The way he wouldn't stop staring into my eyes, or squeezing my hands every time he went in deep, hitting the same spot over and over again had warmth blooming in my chest until it felt tight with emotions fighting to get out.

"I love you, Rico," I couldn't help but whisper as I stared into his eyes, into his very soul, feeling us both become one.

"I love you too, Mia," he replied, leaning down to give me the sweetest of kisses.

"I love you so fucking much, baby," he whispered against my lips, almost as uf he couldn't help himself, making me feel like I would melt into the mattress if he continued to look at me like that.

"I love you so fucking much, too," I whispered back, moving my hips against him, urging him to go a little faster.

He understood the silent cue, increasing his pace a little as he thrust into me.

I moaned as he freed once hand and reached between us to rub me where I was the most sensitive.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered as he looked down at where we were connected, his thrusts getting faster, sloppier by the second.

I held onto the headboard above me with my uninjured hand as he began to ram into me, screaming his name.

And it wasn't long before the two of us came together, whispering sweet nothings to each other as we came down from our high.

Though, after the surreal experience I had had, I still felt like I was floating on cloud nine.