Page 9 of Lucky's Lucky St. Paddy Day

Her pussy fluttered as fast as a hummingbird’s wings around his cock. His balls drew up and he emptied into her heat. Needing oxygen, their mouths broke away from each other but didn’t go far.

They were a gasping, sweaty mess. Lucky’s heart was racing in his chest and he could feel hers beating just as hard against him. Giving her slow kisses against her temple, Lucky basked in the moment. For so many years, he hadn’t believed this was even possible for him. To have a partner, a lover, as wonderful as Harper. It was incredible.

“I love you,” he muttered against her damp skin.

“I love you, too.” She tipped her head up to kiss the underside of his chin. “If you keep this up, you’re going to get me pregnant again.”

Lucky chuckled, pulling her close. “I don’t think that’s biologically possible but I’ve got all weekend to try.”

She shook her head. “I’m all sticky.”

“Good.” He yawned, nuzzling his head against hers.

“Not good.” Harper shook him. “Help me up. I need to go pee and get in the shower again. I’m not going to bed like this.”

He raised his head enough to look down at her. “Can I join you in the shower?”

Harper grinned widely at him. “Of course.”

Lucky waggled his eyes at her. “Lucky me.”