Page 2 of Hard Lessons

“I’m yours.” She spoke against his lips. “All yours.”

“And you will be forever.” He released her bra and it slackened around her ribs.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’ll be yours... forever. Forever, Luca.”

His mouth caught hers in a wild, passionate kiss. He swept his tongue into her mouth and dragged her close. Her now naked breasts flattened against his jacket. The cool material caressed her nipples and added to her arousal.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’d go crazy without you now, you know that. Crazy. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t live. I have to have you.”

A familiar tremble attacked her spine. Luca’s love was intense, his emotions raw. She had no doubt she’d be his forever, but that suited her. Serena didn’t have eyes for any other guy; who could possibly compare? Luca had ruined her for all other men.

“You need to be naked too,” she said, shoving at his jacket. It joined her bra and blouse on the floor. He reached behind himself and fisted his black t-shirt. He dragged it over his head, mussing up his thick dark hair.

She slid her palms over his broad chest, catching her fingertips in the sprinkle of dark wiry hair at the center. His flesh was hot and beneath it the muscle taut and toned.

“I want you over here,” he said, grasping her hand and a wicked glint searing over his eyes.

“Over where?”

“You’ll see.”

“Oh.” Serena found herself tipped over the back of the leather sofa. “Luca.”

“So you can enjoy the view,” he said.

“I like the way you think.”

“I know you like the way I fuck, too.” He chuckled.

“Hell, yeah... oh...” She scrabbled for purchase as he dragged her pants and knickers down to her knees. He was hot for it, impatient, frantic almost. It thrilled Serena that his need for her was still so intense, so alive. Time wasn’t dampening their desire for each other. And if they could outwit time, surely that meant they could do anything.

“Ah, yeah, you’re going to love this, the first time in our new home.” He tapped her feet apart with his boots. “Open wide, give yourself up for me. To me.”

“Yes.” She gripped a cushion as a gush of heat filled her pussy; she was so damn wet for him. She always was.

“Watch London,” he said, palming her buttocks and squeezing. “Watch it while you come.”

She groaned, the flesh on her ass stinging within his hold. It hurt in a good way. He gripped it tight, putting muscle behind it, giving her that hard deep sensation that made her pussy pulsate and every muscle in her body tingle. She wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted more. Damn, how did he just ‘get’ her so well? Know instinctively what she needed.

And then his mouth was there, the tip of tongue tracing the cleft of her parted buttocks. His sharp chin grated over her skin and his nose trailed after his tongue.

“Luca,” she gasped, squirming.

He slid lower to her asshole. He buried his face between her cheeks and nuzzled, his tongue somewhere she never thought he’d put it.

Her eyes widened, her mouth a perfect ‘o’ of part shock, part surprise. The heat of his dark touch stole her breath and made her heart skip a beat. He was so damn good at being bad this hot man of hers.

His attention moved lower and he trailed his tongue over the sopping entrance to her pussy.

“Oh, God, yes...” She wiggled her hips from side to side. Wanting and needing more. Surely he knew that.

“Impatient little minx,” he said, lifting up and looming over her, his warm chest on her back, his breath hot by her ear.

“You turn me on so much,” she said. “And so quickly. I can’t help it... I want you, Luca. I want to come.”

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