His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 122: Make You Feel Good

Chapter 122: Make You Feel Good

God he was hard. And huge.

Harper had a moment of self doubt as she bared the full glory of Eli’s body to her eyes. How was it possible that every time she looked at this part of him, it always seemed ... larger than what she remembered? If they had actually gone through with everything today ... what would it feel like to fit such a raging enormity inside her?

She bit her lips, pondering that this should be the time when she said something dirty or witty. But despite all the "dialogue practices" from the past month, no words came to her mind. Because this wasn’t practice anymore — it felt too real, too meaningful for casual jokes.

So she opted for complete honesty instead. Peering up from under her lashes, she met Eli’s gaze once more. "Will you tell me if I do something you like or dislike?" Her hand lightly grazed his thigh. "I know you’ve been letting me try whatever I want, to help me learn ... But this is different. I want to make sure you feel good this time."

He twitched instantly, so much that she felt the muscles snap tight in his legs. She didn’t know it was possible for him to get any harder ... but apparently he did, perking up even higher to the point that the head was almost falling toward his stomach.

"There isn’t even a remote chance that you can do anything I don’t like, Harper." His hand slid out of her hair for a moment, cupping her cheek, and he brushed his thumb softly over her lips. "If you can see what I’m seeing and feel what I’m feeling right now, you would only be asking why I haven’t come yet from just looking at you."

Damn those seductive words. It was Harper’s turn to feel a rush of heat filling her body in response, making her blood boil with the need to draw that release out of him. And that was what she did. With a smile that promised blissful sins, she wrapped her hand around him and closed her lips over the glistening tip.

A groan shuddered out of him as he threw his head back. His eyes flew shut, and she felt him swell in her mouth, hard and hot like she was swallowing solid fire.

The heat of that fire licked through her, pooling in her core in a puddle of liquid gold. She loved this sight of him, this uncontrolled reaction that she was able to elicit out of him. Swirling her tongue, she took it one step further, gently running a circle around his girth in a way that she remembered he liked. Her fingers tightened around the base, slowly beginning to slide in a matching rhythm.

"Fuck." A curse broke through clenched teeth. "I’m going to last ... about thirty seconds."

... Seriously? Harper’s eyes widened in shock. Then her mind all but purred at the revelation of the effect she had on him. Had he been longing for this moment as much as she did? Had he wanted her to the point that a mere touch was enough to kindle all those waiting sparks, to bring him straight to the edge like this?

For a second, she was tempted to give it to him, to see for herself just how far and how hard she could drive him out of his mind. But she had barely begun enjoying this for her own sake ... So she pushed that temptation away, sliding herself off of his length.

"A little longer," she cooed. "I’m enjoying the view ... and I want it to last."

She avoided the head this time, flattening her tongue against the underside of his shaft and dragging a slow path upward. Her hand glided to the side, replacing the strokes with a light caress over his thigh, brushing softly against the heated skin right at the top of his legs.

Oh yes. The view she coaxed out of him at that moment was a heavenly one that she wanted to etch into her memory. His lips parted as another groan tore free, and his lashes fluttered, tiny trembles throwing jagged shadows dancing across his cheekbones. His hand was back in her hair, the feel of his fingertips against her scalp hot and unsteady, and did he even know that his other hand was clutching the cushions on the couch, so hard that she could see the muscles bulging along his arm?

Harper felt her own body grow warm again, the throbbing between her legs echoed by the drumming of her heart. They say it’s empowering to have someone at your mercy like this ... But seeing Eli losing control for her was far, far more than that. It didn’t just feel satisfying or empowering. It felt right ... and in a way she couldn’t quite put to words, it felt as if it completed a part of her that she never knew was missing.

The urge to continue was too strong to resist this time. She gave in, closing her mouth around him again and suckled gently, trailing her tongue around the tiny dips and folds of his skin. But as soon as she felt the tension inside him snapping taut, she withdrew, keeping her mouth still and continued caressing his thigh with only her hand.

"... God, Harper." The next stuttered sigh coming out of him was so strained that his timber changed. He opened his eyes then, his gaze dark as an abyss as it held hers. "You are most definitely my ultimate demise."

If Harper didn’t have a mouthful, she would’ve chuckled. Sweet torture was the best kind ... as he had taught her himself multiple times over the weeks. Now, it was his turn to reap what he sowed.

And he must’ve taught her well, since she was able to keep him hanging for much longer than thirty seconds. Keeping her movements slow and rationed, she treated every extra second as a blessing, relishing the view and the sound and the feel of him burning for her. When her hand joined her mouth again, gripping him and twisting lightly around his base, she felt a wave of trembles taking over his body, making his back arch and subconsciously thrust into her. His gaze never left her though, even as his fingers tightened more and more within her hair, and the intensity of it scorched her, melted her soul.

She wished this moment could last forever. But beautiful things were always short-lived ... When she went for his next moan with a bit too eager of a swallow, he finally broke their gaze, eyes shuddering closed. A pulse down his length was her cue.

She gave it to him then. Pushing forward, she took him in as much as she could, and she swallowed again, hard.