His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 125: Take My Breath Away

Chapter 125: Take My Breath Away

** Eli **

Harper’s moan was so uncontrolled that it practically vibrated through her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and that area beneath his palm tightened, pulsing hot and wet.

"God. I’m starting to think ... Maybe we should’ve gone with the box from the concierge after all?" she panted.

Eli hissed a groan of his own at the bold admission. This sexy, beautiful, wonderous girl ... How come she always knew exactly what to say to turn his insides into liquid? And even more so, to make that liquid simultaneously a rivulet of molten lava and a pool of squishy jelly, for both the need it roused in his body and the tenderness it brought to his heart?

"I can tell ..." he replied. The words came out almost a slur with his mouth still latched onto her. His palm glided along her slippery core, and he stroked her entrance softly with the pad of his finger. "You seem quite ’prepared’ for it, indeed."

The reference to what she said earlier made her chuckle. Then that chuckle turned into another moan when he swirled his tongue, making the hard pebble in his mouth perk up even more at the caress. Her legs clenched down on him in what looked like pure reflex, locking behind his back in a silent plea for him to proceed to the next step.

As hot as it was to see her like this, Eli didn’t give in to the temptation. "Be patient with me ... I want to make it good for you too," he whispered, finger still hovering just beyond her threshold. "I want you to know how I’ve always wanted to do this, how I’ve always wanted to please you."

He heard her breath catch. His own heart was slamming against his ribcage violently as he said it. Those were the words he could never imagine admitting to her before — too personal, too intimate, too inappropriate for the arrangements they had made. But at last, he didn’t have to hide these thoughts any longer. He wanted to please her, to worship her, to tell her with every kiss and every touch how perfect she was. To show her how incredible, how impossible it was that for at least this moment, he could call her his.

He splayed his fingers, sliding between her folds, and he caressed her gently with slow, measured strokes. He had never felt her so wet before, drenched so completely that he wondered if she was dripping onto the couch. The thought that she was so turned on because of him — that the pleasure she had bestowed him earlier was capable of giving her so much satisfaction in return — made him reel in giddiness, and he showed it to her with a hard suckle, swirling his tongue once more around the sensitive tip of her breast.

Another moan, this one dropping lower in timber, a sign that she was getting close to the sweet spot he wanted her at. Eli smiled to himself, switching course, kissing a path across the valley between her twin peaks and landing on the other side, capturing the new summit into his mouth. Shifting his weight onto his elbow, he freed his other hand and let it take over the moist pebble already swollen from his suckling, brushing his thumb over the top.

Fingernails dug into his shoulder blades as Harper buckled against him, whimpering. She made a sound suspiciously like a word, though if it was, the syllables were too garbled to be intelligible. It was a while before she managed to speak again. "Now I see what you mean by ... me being your demise ... Are you trying to repay the wreckage I’ve done to you?"

Eli laughed. "Wreckage is a good way to put it ... but no, I haven’t even started yet."

He grazed his teeth gently over the nipple in his mouth, while his hand rolled the other between his fingers. His other hand, still coated blissfully in her arousal, nudged closer to her clit, though he made sure not to touch her there as he ran a slow circle around its circumference.

"Eli!" The next moan was guttural. "Oh God ... Please ... Have some mercy ..."

Oh how he loved it when she whimpered and begged, panting so erratically that the words were a staccato coming out of her mouth. For a split second, Eli was tempted to continue, to tease her to the limit and back again and watch her go mad for him like this. But no, that wasn’t the kind of tender, intimate pleasure he wanted her to feel today. So he obliged, moving his kisses once again and slowly inching down her stomach until he was nestled between her legs.

He looked up at her. Her thighs were still on top of him, and they had slid up his back as he moved, wrapping around his shoulders now. From this angle and in this position, she looked absolutely wild, and absolutely heartstopping.

Harper noticed his pause. Her long lashes trembled with some effort before she opened her eyes, realizing that he was staring at her. Instantly, her legs twitched. He could tell that she instinctively wanted to move away from such a slutty position.

His hands went around her hips, holding her with just enough force to let her know that he didn’t want her to. "I like it when you’re close to me like this," he said, planting a kiss over the smooth skin of her inner thigh. "Love it ... when you are the whole world I can see and feel. Stay here."

Her glassy gaze held his. Then she smiled, and she nudged her legs closer, hooking her ankles behind his neck.

Oh yes.

Eli felt heady again, both from the softness in her eyes and the overwhelming intimacy in this moment. This is his girl ... His beautiful, daring girl who never failed to take his breath away, with both her body and her soul.

He buried his face between her thighs with a reverent sigh, and he kissed her in that place she yearned for.