Chapter 91
Gus took Luca’s glass, finished it off too, and hurried to put it next to his own. “I thought we were gonna wait,” he mumbled, his attention solely on Luca’s delicious movements.
“We are. But we have to practice.”
Gus couldn’t wait another second to feel Luca’s mouth, so he bent forward and let out a satisfied sigh when he finally felt his husband’s lips against his. The kisses were soft and chaste, a complete contrast to the dirty grinding going on below the belt.
“Who’s gonna be the mother?” he asked between kisses and slid his hands down and cupped Luca’s ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and ghosted his fingertip over Luca’s wrinkly hole.
“You.” Luca moaned and pushed his ass against Gus’s finger.
“Oh?”
“Yesssss,” Luca breathed and threw his head back. “My cute crop top sweaters wouldn’t fit…aaah…”