"Ah! Oh god," Sloane gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the heavy oak workbench.
The transition had been sudden and electric. Maximilian had guided her onto the table, her legs draped over the edges, and positioned Luca between them. The lesson had shifted from observation to application.
Luca’s mouth was pressed firmly against the sensitive skin of Sloane’s inner thigh, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles. He was desperate, his breaths coming in hot, wet puffs against her skin.
"Stop," Maximilian snapped.
Luca froze, his lips still grazing her. He looked up, blinking, his face flushed. "What? I was—"
"You were rushing," Maximilian corrected, his voice stern. He stood behind Sloane, his hands gripping her hips, anchoring her to the table. "You are treating her like a
