Up to her shoulders

Taylor purred beneath Zack, her long body tensing and shifting as his lips strummed on her sensitive nipples...

No. It took all her willpower to lift his surprised face away from her chest. No. Not yet.

“You... you get an A-plus,” she breathed hoarsely. Fuck, his proud little smile turned her on.

“Maybe I want the extra credit anyway,” he whispered, teasing one peak with his tongue.

“No extra credit in my course.” She pushed him away, rolling over onto her stomach. “Time for your next lesson.”

She stretched out like a cat, letting him trace the lines of her back.

“You know how to treat a girl's lips and nipples. But her erogenous zones aren't all...” She waved her ass. “...so obvious. Nothing will make her happier than putting in the work to find the ones personal to her.”

Then she faced the wall.

“Not even a clue, Taylor?”

She didn't look at him but grinned wickedly, ass still waving.

Ok. Her shoulders. They looked so tense and shaky. Might as well start at the top and work my way down. He straddled her knees and leaned forward.

Taylor's neck craned back, and she hummed her approval. “Softer,” she whispered. Begged? “Massage is good, just... oooh.”

His thumbs eased the taut muscles around her blades. She began to rock under his hands. Let him guide her with his touch. She looked ecstatic, Zack thought, her happiness ready to burst out of her.

Maybe it was time to keep looking further south.