The night was silent for the rest of the house but for Monica and her son, it was a night to celebrate their union.
Their lips crashed together in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding wetly against each other as they devoured one another.
Luke's hands explored her body over the thin nighty, palms gliding up her sides and cupping her heavy breasts.
His thumbs circled her nipples slowly, feeling them stiffen and poke against the sheer fabric, sending delicious tingles racing through her.
"Luke...touch me more..." Monica moaned softly into his mouth, her body arching into his touch, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
He kept kissing her passionately, tongues tangling as one hand squeezed and kneaded her breast while the other trailed lower, stroking her hip and thigh.
Soft whimpers escaped her lips between kisses, her breathing growing heavier. Luke pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, both of them flushed with desire.
