Chapter 382. The Sensation Of Oil And Saliva Is Just The Peak Of Pleasure!**

The teasing became relentless. She pressed her pelvis forward, letting him feel the heat radiating from her through the thin bikini, then retreated just enough to make him crave the contact again.

The effect was immediate. Beneath the water’s surface, William’s cock began to stir, lengthening and hardening with undeniable force.

He could feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal straining against the water, seeking the friction Lia was so cruelly withholding.

She leaned forward until her lips were almost touching his ear again, feeling the way his entire frame shuddered at her proximity.

"How does this feel, William Wade?" she asked, her voice dripping with honeyed malice and desperate need. "How does it feel to be touched like this?"

"It feels like I’m going to lose my mind," he rasped, his fingers digging into the stone rim so hard the sound of grinding rock echoed through the chamber.

Lia let out a high, keening moan as she felt the heat of his arousal through the water.

"Then lose it," she commanded, her voice breaking into a whimper of pure arousal. "Lose everything."

The steam seemed to thicken around them, turning the bathchamber into an intimate cocoon where nothing existed beyond the heat and the wet, sliding sounds of their bodies.

Lia was no longer merely massaging him; she was claiming him, her movements becoming more deliberate, more predatory.

Reaching around his side, she grasped William’s left wrist. Her grip was surprisingly firm despite her flushed appearance.

"Come here," she whispered.

With a gentle but insistent tug, she guided his arm upward, pressing his forearm directly into the deep, oil-slicked valley between her breasts.

William froze. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced: the overwhelming softness of her breasts enveloping his arm, the slick friction of the sandalwood oil making every micro movement feel amplified.

’I never knew this was possible,’ he thought hoarsely, his mind racing to catch up with his senses. ’I knew she was strong, I knew she was capable... but this boldness?’

’This Lia is a stranger, and yet I’ve never wanted anyone more.’

Lia didn’t stop there. She took his hand, lifting his fingers to her lips.

Her eyes remained locked on his, dark with hunger as she began to slowly, deliberately lick each finger one by one. The wet, lapping sounds slurp, mmm, and schlick were maddening in the quiet room.

"Well... Instructor Wade—I mean, William...?" she murmured against his skin, her breath hot and teasing. "Feeling good?"

William’s control was fraying like a rope under too much tension.

"Gods, Lia," he rasped, his voice cracking. "Yes. It’s... it’s more than good."

"It’s torture."

"Then let me end the torture," she breathed.

William couldn’t hold back any longer. He turned in the water, the movement sending waves crashing against the stone sides of the tub.

When he faced her, the sight of her drenched, oiled, and wearing next to nothing nearly undid him. He reached for her face, his hands slick with the leftover oil, and pulled her into him.

Their lips met in a collision that was less of a kiss and more of a desperate claim. It was passionate, messy, and achingly tender all at once.

The kiss tasted of sandalwood and salt, their tongues tangling in a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. As they kissed, their bodies pressed together with shameless abandon, the water sloshing violently between them, splash, slosh, and gurgle.

Lia let out a broken moan against his mouth, her arms winding around his neck. "Mmmph!... Ahh!"

The sound was muffled by his lips but carried the full weight of her need. "Rubbing our slippery bodies together... it feels so good, William... so fucking good~!"

She pulled back just an inch, her forehead resting against his, both of them gasping for air. The candlelight danced across their wet skin, highlighting the way the oil made them shine like polished marble.

"The friction between our nipples..." she whimpered, grinding her chest against his sternum. "Every time we move... the friction... I’m already... I’m already so close..."

"Lia, wait—" William started, but his warning died in his throat.

As she shifted, pressing her hips forward to close every remaining gap between them, William’s cock now fully erect and throbbing with relentless blood flow pressed hard against her lower abdomen.

The contact was unmistakable, a solid, hot length of muscle that made Lia gasp audibly.

"Ahhh! Oh gods!" she cried out, her head falling back as the sensation of his hardness against her soft belly sent electricity straight to her core. "William... you’re so big... I can feel you through everything..."

"You did this, Lia," he growled against her throat, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. "You started this fire!"

"Don’t expect me to put it out now."

The chamber was filled with the sounds of their escalating desire: the wet slap of oiled skin, the rhythmic splashing of water, and the increasingly desperate sounds of their breathing and moaning.

Slick, slide, moan... schlick, gasp, ahh!

The line between pain and pleasure had blurred completely, leaving them both drowning in a sea of sensation.

The tension in the bathchamber had reached a breaking point, the air so saturated with steam and pheromones that breathing felt like inhaling liquid fire. Lia could feel the raw power of William’s arousal pressing against her belly, a thick, pulsing heat that demanded release.

She could see the way his thighs trembled, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed convulsively as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.

She knew he couldn’t hold back any longer; the predator beneath his disciplined exterior was clawing to get out.

With a deliberate, slow motion that drew every eye to the swaying curve of her hips, Lia began to lower herself. The water sloshed around her as she sank onto her knees on the stone floor beside the tub.

The position left her exposed, her back arched and her breasts straining forward, glistening like wet silk under the amber light.

"Lia... what are you—" William started, but his voice died in a strangled gasp.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she reached out with slick, oiled hands and guided his massive, twitching cock upward.

Her breath caught at the sheer scale of him, the vein-ridged length throbbing against her palms. With careful deliberation, she pressed the crown of his cock between the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts.

"I have to massage your cock as well..." she whispered, her voice a husky, broken thread. "You’ve carried so much tension today... you deserve to feel this."

Before he could react, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick along the sensitive underside of the head, then dragging upward along the shaft with rapid, maddening strokes.

Slurp, schlick, mmmph.

The sound of her tongue moving against his heated skin was wet and obscene in the silence of the room.

"Ahhh!... William..." she moaned, the sound vibrating through her own chest as she pressed him deeper into her cleavage.

To escalate the sensation, she grabbed the nearly empty vial. With unsteady fingers, she tipped it over, letting the last viscous droplets of sandalwood oil cascade down his shaft and into the valley between her breasts.

"We have to use plenty on your sensitive parts..." she panted, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "We need it to be... perfect."

The oil acted like lightning. As she began to work him between her tits, the friction became supernatural.

She started a rapid titjob, sliding her breasts up and down his length in a frenzied rhythm.

Schlick schlick schlick schlick.

The sound was constant now, a wet, squelching percussion that matched the frantic beating of their hearts.

"Oh gods, it’s—" Lia cried out, her head tossing back as she felt the overwhelming slickness. "Ahhh~! It’s really slippery... it’s too fast!"

"I can’t stop!"

The oil made every movement effortless and impossibly intense. Her breasts slid over him with zero resistance, creating a sensation of pure, unadulterated glide that drove William to the brink of madness.

His hips bucked involuntarily against her face, seeking more of that devastating friction. "Lia!"

"Fuck, Lia—" he roared, his hands finding her hair, gripping it as he surrendered to the motion.

"Mmmph! Ahh! Haaah~!" Lia screamed as she picked up the pace, her own arousal spiraling out of control.

The combination of the oil, the heat of his cock sliding between her breasts, and the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting was too much. "It’s so smooth... so fucking smooth!"

"I can feel you sliding everywhere! Ahhh! Yes! Right there!"

The friction created a heat that felt like it would melt the very stone beneath them. Lia’s moans became higher, more desperate, turning into keening cries as she pushed her breasts together as hard as she could, trapping his cock in a slick, tight vise of flesh and oil.

The room was filled with the symphony of their climax approaching: the wet squelch of the oil, the frantic splashing of the water, and the raw, uninhibited screams of two people drowning in each other.