Page 95 of Hard Lessons

She cried out.

Quickly he pressed his hand over her mouth, netting the sound in. The last thing they needed was Samuel awake. They were having too much fun to be interrupted.

He pressed his head into the pillow, arched his neck and drove through his climax, his shaft butting up to the plug.

“Oh, yes... yes...” she mumbled behind his hand. “Luca.”

He sat upright, quickly dragging her close, needing her in his arms.

She locked her hands behind his head and pressed her lips to his.

Breathing was difficult, his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. Love was an overwhelming, all-consuming sensation and right now he felt it in every nerve in his body.

He scooped her right breast into his hand, ducked and laved his tongue over her nipple.

She moaned and tipped back, letting him support her weight. Sweet pulses of pleasure continued to ripple through her pussy.

He absorbed every one of them. He’d never get enough of his wife, his lover, his best friend. They’d had their ups and downs, she needed keeping in check from time to time, but she was his and he was hers.

A life that Serena had been brave enough to dream of.

Thank goodness this woman of his was a dreamer. A dreamer with a heart of gold.

She’d healed his wretched soul, shown him a new path.

And now he couldn’t imagine a life without her, or any other way to live, but here, by her side.

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