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With her eyes still closed, she only knew his mouth was hovering above her left nipple when he exhaled hot air upon it. Tess immediately breathed in deeply, then slightly arched up. In response, Liam brought his mouth down.

While coconut wasn’t necessarily his favorite flavor, it hardly mattered in the slightest. He adored the taste, texture, and scents crowding around his mouth and nose. He adored that he could so freely do things like this with the woman he’d loved for years. He adored that she moaned when he began to apply some pressure to her nipple with a soft bite.

He spent as much time on her breasts as Tess let him, which was quite a while, as it would turn out. He had the foresight to work across her sides and stomach on occasion, but could anyone blame him for losing slight focus on the purpose of this massage?Bothof them did. Forgot that he was supposed to be learning new skills, not practicing already developed ones.

Tess moaned and squirmed beneath his attention, eventually gasping for him to send at least one of his hands lower. That was when he thought she wanted him to massage her stomach.

“Lower!” she hissed, and he realized where she wanted his slippery touch.

The heat between her legs was intense, and his oiled-up fingertips found her ready and willing for him to leap to the part where he made her climax over and over. Shifting his feet so he could more comfortably attend to her breasts and her soaked pussy, Liam let his adroit fingertips earn him even more euphoric moans, each imbued with gratitude and affection from the woman of his dreams.

Running his fingers across her clit, slipping one inside, then two, then three, he brought Tess to her shuddering zenith, then allowed her a slight reprieve. The look in her eyes, deep oceanic blue made radiant by desire, begged him to go again. Again. Again.

“Fuck, Liammm!” Tess eventually hissed, body trembling as she enjoyed the swirling pulsations of her fourth climax. Reaching with one hand, she grabbed him by the back of his neck, then briefly moved his mouth away from her breasts. Kissing him passionately, she began to quiver again as his fingers returned to work.

When their mouths separated, Tess’s hand didn’t let go. With their noses practically touching, he could stare deep into her eyes—and find the exact emotions he’d dreamed of seeing year after year.

“Liam,” Tess whispered breathily.

“Yes?” he asked, heart racing.

“I feel that we’ve lost focus on the, ahhh, purpose of this lesson.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“No, no, it’s not,” Tess moaned, and he felt her slick walls tighten around his intruding fingers. “Just… hold me to actually giving you the rest of your lesson tomorrow, alright? Also, make me pick a lubricant next time I want your fingers inside of me mid-massage. Coconut oil isn’t necessarily substantiated as a viable replacement for sex.”

“So, what are we going to do for the rest ofthisnight?” he asked, already fully aware of the answer.

“Get your pants off, Liam,” the beautiful professor ordered.

They were off quicker than he could remember removing them, even before Tess shifted around on the bed and spread her legs. He even had time to escape his shirt.

Deep inside of her, feeling every powerful thrust, Tess’s moans grew ever louder. Their slippery bodies left Liam no choice—what a terrible thing—but to let himself become slick with oil as he pounded Tess’s insides. As such, they made a total mess of the towels beneath them. He was on top of her for the first of his climaxes, and she locked him in place with long, supple legs. Cumming intensely inside of her, she lustily called for him to keep pouring out everything he had.

Without practically any break at all, feeling rejuvenated in almost record time, Tess put him on his back for the second round. Pulling his hands up to her slippery tits, she rode him until he could barely see straight. She was approaching double digits before he hit his second climax, leaving them both gasping for air—and something of a break. They didn’t leave the room they were in, even if both their muscles could have benefited from some hydration. It was like a spell sat on the room, compelling them to stay, to gasp for air, then get back to fucking with reckless abandon.

By the time they eventually staggered out of the room, both looking haggard and barely capable of standing, he’d poured himself into her two more times. The hardwood did not get toavoid the mess that came about when he finally unplugged his cock from her pussy. And with how exhausted they were, how in need of a shower their oily bodies were, it became a problem for the next hour.

Eventually, it got cleaned up. Shortly after, some incredibly stained towels found their way to the washer. Two fatigued bodies found some quick sustenance from Tess’s fridge, then curled up on her couch for the rest of the night. Without much more to say, as everything felt like it’d been said with their bodies upstairs, they drifted off to sleep while petting one. Each spent their final thoughts thinking about how lucky they were to have ended up in the house beside the other.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Fiji-Bound

Even though it’d been decided days ago, formality beckoned. More accurately, Avril beckoned. Even though he’d tried to text over his points, she wouldn’t allow it. “It’s the final day; now get your ass over here,” she’d commanded. So, having slept as best as one could while sitting on a couch all night, Liam groaned and informed Tess that he needed to leave.

“Why not wait?” she suggested. “See if Avril will get all of us to gather later today. If she wants to stand on ceremony, that seems like the best way to handle it.”

Seizing that idea with some glee, as it meant he could lounge about in Tess’s cozy home for a while longer, he checked with Avril. She went for it, and soon, every individual, even Anna, forsome reason, was included in a group message calling them over at four.

“It’s only ten-thirty,” Tess noted, stretching her arms over her head. Like him, she still looked tired. Their reckless fucking last night had accrued them a cost of fatigue, which a single night of sleep couldn’t fully pay off.

Liam grinned. “So, we’ve got plenty of time for you to finish my lesson—and then we can play some chess.”

“Do you think I’ll be sloppy and mess up, thoroughly fucked into exhaustion as you’ve left me?”

“You might,” he said, though he had an ulterior motive. Now that he also needed to defeat Victoria, he realized he could also reverse his strategy.Tesswould know Victoria’s preferred playstyle and openings, after all.

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