We both cry out and come together.
And then he kisses me. It’s soft, loving, and tender. It causes my heart to freefall from my chest.
He’s got things the wrong way around.
It’s me who’s now ruined.
* * *
The sun peeks through the side of the drapes, and I frown as I wake.
I feel the warmth of a large hand on my stomach and look over in surprise.
Rici is on his side, facing me, fast asleep, looking like an Adonis. His dark curls and olive skin are a stark contrast to the white bedlinen.
I move my leg and wince. Oh fuck, I’m sore. Sorer than sore.
He may have been gentle with me the first time, the other three times, not so much.
He fucked me till I was raw.
The man is an animal and a god.
I go to the bathroom, throw a long shirt on, and then I hop back into bed while the room is still darkened. Enrico slowly wakes and then as if acting on instinct, grabs me and pulls my body to his. He kisses me softly with his big bee-stung lips. “Good morning, my Olivia.” His voice is husky.
Now that’s a wake-up hello. “Good morning.”
He holds me tight and runs his lips over my temple. “What a night, hey?”
I smile, embarrassed at how crazy he got me. I turned into an animal. I kiss his chest. “Sex with you is incredible… and different.”
He pulls back to look at me. “Different? How is it different?”
“Well.” I pause as I try to articulate my thoughts. “I’ve only ever had sex with someone I have been in love with before.”
He smirks, amused by my statement. His hand trails up over my shoulder, and he tames my hair down. “This was better different, then?”
“I wouldn’t say better. Just different.”
“I beg to differ. No sex could be better than what we had last night. That was the gold medal of sex.” He bites my neck and scooches down lower in the bed to snuggle into my chest.
I laugh and kiss his forehead. It’s weird how comfortable we are with each other. This isn’t how I imagined a one-night stand to be at all. I thought it would be cold and clinical.
His eyes dance with mischief as he leans his head on my breast. “Explain this in-love sex thing to me.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Well, there’s a feeling that runs between the two of you.”
“Boredom?” he mutters dryly.
I laugh out loud. “No.”
“Oh, let me guess,” he teases. “So, you love him, and he loves you. You feel like you can’t live without the other, and you call each other ten times a day to talk about boring shit. You only have sex with each other, always missionary style, and everything is planned beforehand. Oh, I can’t even talk about it without falling asleep.” He bites my nipple hard. I flinch as I giggle at his answer.
“No, that’s not it.”
“What, then?”
I brush the hair black back from his forehead. His big brown eyes look up at me as they wait for my answer. “It’s having someone love you and all your faults, even when you forget to love yourself.”