I cupped my hands around her face and gave her a kiss so heartfelt that it made my cock stir in my shorts and my heart pound so hard I thought it would explode from my chest. “You, my darling, have nothing to be scared of. I will never, ever, intentionally hurt you, except in the bedroom, of course.” I winked at that so she couldn’t mistake my intent. “And as I’ve already said, I will make you happy or die trying. I fucking love you, Marie Sherratt. Will you just give me a chance? If it doesn’t work out and we end up wanting to throttle each other, at least we’ll have tried. And we’ll never know otherwise, will we?”

She grabbed my head and pulled me back down for another kiss. Her tongue swept into my mouth with such ardor that blood filled my cock at an alarming speed. If she didn’t stop soon, our conversation would be over because I’d throw her on the floor, grab another condom from the drawer and fuck her until she screamed.

“Crap, that’s too good,” he groaned, suddenly spinning, forcing me to release him. “You want me on my knees again?”

He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth, sweeping around ’til he found mine.

I gave as good as I got, holding him to me tight, again not caring about water or cum stains on my dress.

Another shiver of pleasure attacked his body and I squeezed him to me tighter.

He slid his fingers into my hair, holding me firm as his kiss intensified. I hadn’t orgasmed but I was tingling all over, my knees weak, my breaths hard to catch.

Eventually he pulled away but kept his lips hovering over mine. “You’re making me break rules,” he said with a shake of his head.

“I get the feeling you’ve always been a rule breaker, Travis. I don’t think I have anything to do with it.”

He latched on to my neck, kissing, biting, sucking. I arched for more, more of everything he could give me and was thankful for his solid weight preventing me from completely losing myself.

“Ah yeah, babe,” he groaned, releasing my neck and nibbling his way toward my mouth. His breaths were blowing like a gale, his chest rising and falling hard against mine. “I think we can safely say… You’re a most excellent student.”

I giggled, found his mouth and kissed him, hard, passionately, thoroughly, to show him that I absolutely approved of his teaching techniques. There was no one better than Travis Connolly. He was number one in the world at more things than just tennis.