Page 64 of Hard Lessons

“Don’t tease me... I can’t stand it.”

“So say you’re sorry.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, okay? Now make me come!” The words had spilled out of her mouth without permission from her brain. It seemed her body had taken over completely now. She needed what she needed and that was all there was to it.

“Say it like you mean it.” He narrowed his eyes at her.

She grunted and pressed her lips together. She’d said it, hadn’t she?

“Serena.”

“Sorry.” She tried to relax her throat, put some conviction in the word. If she did, she’d get what she wanted. “Luca. I’m sorry. So sorry.”

“Finally!” He blew out a breath, his cheeks puffing up. “And see, it wasn’t so hard, was it.”

She glared at him, willing him to know that she wasn’t really sorry. She’d said it as a means to an end.

He fingered her entrance then pushed in.

She was so damn wet.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, and your mouth. I need to come, Luca.” It was all she could think of. The want had taken over her mind, stolen her thoughts and sense.

He grinned, his eyes darkening, and dipped his head.

And then it was building again. He fucked her with two fingers, rubbing up against the plug and her G-spot, and lashed at her clit. Stroking over it in small, fast circles the way he knew she loved.

Serena drew up her knees, tipping her pelvis. She fisted her hands trapped by the rope and pressed her head into the pillow. Her breasts jiggled, sweat laced her skin. And then it was there, a beautiful deep orgasm.

She prayed he wouldn’t stop now. He couldn’t; surely, she wouldn’t survive that.

Wailing, she toppled into bliss. Her body was held hostage by her climax. She trembled and shook. Her heart rattled against her ribcage.

Luca stayed with her, pushing her onward through her orgasm. She surrendered to him as wave after wave rushed through her, sending extreme pleasure to all of her nerves.

“Luca,” she gasped. “Oh, God, yes.”

He lifted his mouth but kept working her pussy and placed his thumb over her clit.

She groaned and stared down at him. For a moment she could almost believe nothing had changed, that they hadn’t been apart. But then when she tried to move her hands, the rope told her everything had changed.

“Your girl cum tastes amazing,” he said with a wicked glint in his eye.

“You have a filthy mouth.”

“I don’t see you complaining.” He kissed her clit—a deep open-mouth kiss with his tongue working her again.

She moaned and closed her eyes, twisted her head and pressed her cheek to the inside of her arm. He could stay down there as long as he wanted. Hell, what else did they have on the day’s agenda?

“Mio amore, you’ve got me so hard.” Suddenly he lifted up.

The next thing Serena knew she’d been flipped over. Her forearms crossed and her hair hung low, several strands sticking to her damp brow.

Luca gripped her hips and dragged her to her hands and knees. “I’m going to take what’s mine. Get ready for it.”

A fresh wave of desire seized her. The tone of his voice and the steely grip he had on her sent heady memories of their past life rushing into her mind.

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