Chapter 38: Trouble walking

Mia's POV

"You realize I need to be able to walk tomorrow night if we're going to attend that auction, right?" I asked Federico as he peppered kisses down my throat after I placed the black folder he had just shown me on the table.

"The auction is day after tomorrow, baby," he muttered into my neck, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine even as I angled my neck to give him better access.

"I'm still sore from last night and this morning," I muttered half-heartedly. He and I both knew that wasn't entirely true. After our fuck fest last night and this morning, he had drawn me a warm bath to soak into to help with the soreness. That paired with the fact that it was almost evening now, any soreness I'd felt earlier was all but gone.

Kissing his way up my jaw, and then to my ear, he whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"

Bloody hell. He knew as well as I did that I did not, in fact, want him to stop. I craved him and his touch just as much as he did mine, if not more.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" I muttered, letting out a gasp as he sucked at the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.

He pulled away from me abruptly, making my eyes spring open. "Tell me what you want, baby," he said, looking straight into my eyes, his own eyes dark and heavy with lust.

Unable to resist, I leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled back at the last moment. "Words, cara. Use your words," he muttered, keeping a few inches of gap between us.

I glared at him, getting impatient. "You know exactly what I want, dammit. Quit being such a tease."

His lips twitched in amusement but he said nothing, simply staring at me, waiting for me to say what I wanted.

Knowing he wasn't going to do as I asked, but too stubborn to bend to his will, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Without any warning whatsoever, I reached forward and grabbed him through his pants, squeezing roughly. "I'll tell you exactly what I want," I told him before reaching forward and pulling his semi-erect cock from his pants as he let out a groan.

Kneeling between his knees, I maintained eye contact with him as I licked him from the base right up to the tip before circling the tip with my tongue.

He cursed under his breath, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back onto the back of the sofa.

I sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groaned deep in his throat when I began to bob my head up and down his length, hollowing out my cheeks each time I did so.

"Fuck, baby, just like that," he said, his hand going to my hair and gathering it all in one of his hands as he looked down at me.

Seeing him enjoying it so much was turning me on like no other and I could feel myself getting wet. It made me feel powerful, confident, seeing the effect I had on him. I loved that I could make him lose control like that.

I sucked on him harder and he groaned again, his hips bucking up of their own accord as he fucked my mouth with his dick.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he praised me, using his hand to help me bob my head on his dick faster.

Saliva dripped down my lips but I did not care as I puckered them some more to create more suction.

I used my other hand to play with his balls as he fucked my mouth faster, hitting the back of my throat each time. I gagged a little but kept going, enjoying his reactions a little too much to stop.

"I'm... I'm gonna..." He muttered, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back with a loud groan as I felt his balls tightening in my hand. It wasn't long before his cock pulsed in my mouth and he shot his load down my throat.

He guided my mouth on his dick slowly as he came, letting my hair go once he was done. I released him from my mouth with a loud pop, swallowing all his juices and noticing that he was still semi-erect.

His hooded eyes stared at me as he grabbed my jaw and pulled me up until I was straddling him with my knees on either side of his thighs. "That was fucking heavenly, cara," he whispered against my lips before pulling me in for a passionate kiss, one that had my core throbbing.

His fingers traveled to my ass, groaning when he found it bare. I hadn't worn anything but his shirt after my bath this morning, deciding to have both breakfast and lunch in the room itself while the two of us got some work done. Apparently, he seemed to like that a lot because his fingers moved to dip into my heat right away, making me moan into the kiss.

"I love how you're always so wet for me," he muttered against my lips as he pulled his now-wet fingers out of me and rubbed them all over my clit in slow, tantalizing circles that had me writhing in his arms.

"Please," I moaned, shameless grinding myself against his now erect dick.

"Please what, baby?" He asked, continuing with his agonizingly slow-paced circles against my clit.

"I need you, Rico. Inside me. Now," I managed to say, in between moans too far gone to care how needy I sounded.

That was all it took for him to grab me by my ass and carry me to the bed, the folder he had gotten me and my laptop long forgotten as he made quick work of losing both our clothes until we were completely naked. Then, he entered me in one swift motion.

I moaned loudly at the delicious way his cock stretched my inner walls.

"Deeper, Rico, please," I said, practically begging him as I looked at him above me.

He nodded, placing my legs on his shoulders and making me gasp out loud as he hit a spot deep within me at this new angle.

"God, yes," I mewled, closing my eyes in pleasure as he began to move, his strokes long and deep, exactly how I wanted it.

"Eyes on me, Mia," he ordered, making me open my eyes and look at him. He fucked me like that, staring deep into my eyes, gradually increasing his pace with each thrust until I was a moaning, blubbering mess underneath him.

With every thrust of his hips against mine, I fought to keep my eyes open, the pleasure building and building in my belly until I was right at the edge.

"That's right, baby, come all over my dick," he said, still looking into my eyes as if he couldn't get enough, reaching between us to pinch my clit.

That was all I needed to tip me over the edge and I came, screaming his name as he continued to fuck me right through my orgasm, my walls clenching around him, making him groan.

Then, he flipped me over so I was on all fours and maneuvered my body so I was facing the floor-length mirror we had in our room to the left of the bed.

I could see myself in the mirror and him behind me, palming himself before he plunged into me yet again, making me moan loudly.

"Look at yourself, cara. Watch as I fuck you from behind," he said, looking into my eyes through the mirror as he began to thrust into me at a punishing pace from behind, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling my ears as I fisted the sheets, screaming my head off as we looked at each other through the mirror.

Somehow, looking at the way my body moved each time he thrust into me was the single most erotic thing I'd ever seen. That paired with the way he wouldn't stop staring at me, his face displaying his pleasure clearly, pleasure that I put there, made me fall right over the edge for the second time and I came, my muscles clenching around him as he continued to thrust into me from behind.

He cursed out loud as my muscles squeezed him, unable to keep myself from screaming his name. I felt him come right then, too, feeling the warmth of his release fill me up as I came down from my own high, thrusting into me twice before stilling completely.

I looked at him through the mirror again as he slowly pulled out of me. "So fucking beautiful," he muttered, still staring at me.

"I don't about the auction, but I'm pretty sure you're gonna have trouble walking when we go downstairs for dinner in some time," he said, smirking as he did so.

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was right.

But did I regret even a second of it? Hell, no.

And would I do it again if given the chance? Hell, yes.