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Victoria was quiet for a while, shutting her eyes again. Around the time he started working his hands back up her now glistening legs, she spoke again.

“When it comes to how last night went, specifically between us, did you enjoy it thoroughly?”

What kind of a question is that?Liam wondered.

“Of course. It was amazing.”

“Including the part where you weren’t allowed to touch me?”

Liam resisted an urge to kiss Victoria’s shin; the stupid massage oil wasn’t good to get on the lips either. If he’d been planning ahead, he would have kissed itbeforeapplying the oil. At least he had that plan in his thoughts going forward.

“It was difficult to keep my hands off you, but it kind of enhanced the experience, I’d say.”

Victoria subtly nodded. “I’m happy you feel that way. I do sometimes like to include stipulations and restrictions. I’ve found that they enhance things, as you said.”

“It’s not just because you like being in control?” Liam teasingly asked.

Victoria met his gaze, unashamed. “Just as often, I likebeingcontrolled.”

It was a shot of pure adrenaline to his heart. Nodding dumbly, Liam fumbled his thumbs on Victoria’s right leg, then needed to shake his head and refocus on the massage. Yet, a part of him started constructing a library of salacious ideas, just as he suspected Victoria had intended.

He kissed the top of her thigh, then began covering it in oil, then kneading her smooth skin. His mouth drifted close to Victoria’s sex as he worked on her upper thighs. Mouth inches from her skin, his eyes lifted. They found permission staring back at them.

Seconds later, he kissed her right above her clit. Victoria shifted, slightly separating her legs. Liam’s lips lowered, then kissed her clit. Using his tongue with marginally less skill than he might have done so with his fingers, he rolled it over the sensitive pearl. The intensity of Victoria’s breathing amplified, so he did it again. And again. And a few more times.

Gripping her thighs, he helped spread her legs further. She let him have thiscontrolover her. She let him situate his knees on the sun lounger, settling in place between her legs. And she let him interrupt her massage with his lips and tongue. Fingers pressing into her thighs, keeping her legs apart, Liam did his very best—and Victoria arched into him because of it.

He tasted and kissed her, kept making her wetter and wetter, and found her slightly sweet. It wasn’t just the powerful aroma of the vanilla covering most of her body, though that was there too. Much like with the massage, he started slow, gradually increasing pressure and speed over time, and stayed consistent in the motions he made with his tongue. The rules were often the same: consistency and good technique would always be appreciated over random freestyling.

And itwasappreciated. He finally heard what Victoria sounded like when she moaned. When it happened, she also thrust her hand down her voluptuous body and grabbed his shoulder, using him as an anchor. Her knees climbed higher, her body shaking, and she moaned in a breathy, beautiful tone.

“Again,” Liam commanded.

A handful of seconds later, she did so. The stunningly beautiful woman melted under the attention he gave her with his mouth. Summer arrived, and the ice thawed.

Victoria’s climax brought Liam as much pride as any he’d ever caused. She whispered his name, inciting him to keep up the pace he’d found. As was typical, her favored area was her clit, though she’d asked for—and he’d happily provided—attention along other parts of her pussy. He’d used his tongue to its fullest talent, and now he slid his tongue in short, relatively quick motions across her clit.

It brought the bands of bliss down onto her; she tightened, gasped breathily, and climaxed. Liam looked up and watched Victoria’s massive breasts as they heaved, feeling an unparalleled sense of accomplishment at having delivered her to such a state. He’d officially returned the favor from last night.

“Should I go for another?” he asked.

Slightly surprisingly, Victoria shook her head. “If you do, I’m going to make you stay there for the entire morning. Finish your massage, Liam. My tits are right here, waiting.”

He climbed off his knees and returned to his feet. Still coming down from her high, Victoria lowered her legs. Her eyes remained slightly less focused than before as he applied several lengths of glistening oil on her flat belly—then kissed the untouched areas of skin between them for good measure. This was no shorter of a portion of the massage than any other, so her tits, fantastic as they were, had to wait a while longer.

He experienced her abdominal muscles, knew that her core never went neglected in the gym, and worked to relieve her tension—some of which he’d caused with his previous act. As ever, he left her skin smoother than it’d been, glowing with golden hues and smelling strongly of vanilla.

Finally, his attention arrived upon the sexiest pair of tits on Earth. From their marvelous size to their perfect shape, Liam found his heart zooming as he stared at them.

“I want to suck on them so badly,” he admitted.

“You’ll have a chance to prove that you’re good at doing that too,” Victoria said.

“I get to fuck themandsuck them? This island really is a paradise.”

“Isn’t it, though?” Victoria asked, briefly looking out toward the beach. The waves lapped in, smooth and gentle. The morning was finally starting to get warm, as well. Again, there were no rain clouds in sight.

“Are they sensitive?” he asked.

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