His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 126: Mindless

Chapter 126: Mindless

** Harper **

How was it possible for a body to be so on fire that a mere touch of lips was enough to ... to ...

Harper failed to bite back a hard moan as she trembled, teetering precariously on the edge as soon as Eli made his landing. It felt like an edge of life and death ... the most blissful of all deaths. She was already rendered defenseless by the way he kissed and touched her, fervent and adoring as if every brush of his lips and fingertips was a homage to something that was dear to him. The words he had whispered against her thigh were the last straw. And now, with the warmth of his mouth finally closing in on that throbbing, aching spot longing for his caress ...

His hot breath tickled her, blending into the heat of her own feverish skin, threatening to burn her alive. Harper gasped for air, but it didn’t help with the tension that was winding up inside her way too fast, way too strong. When he flattened his tongue against her, drawing a sensual swipe across that swollen bundle of nerves, she could no longer control the shivering cry that hovered in the depth of her throat. Pleasure zipped through her in a shockwave, and she shattered.

That was all it took. One flick of his tongue and she was drowning in sensations a hundred times stronger than she had ever felt. Was this the magic of knowing how he truly felt about her? Was this how it always should’ve been, to taste the pleasure and euphoria of being cherished in the arms of a real lover?

Harper looked down, still panting, and found Eli looking up at her at the same time. He licked his lips, with an almost drunken expression that made her heart stop. But then ...

He didn’t stop there. A knowing smile curved the corner of his mouth as he leaned into her again, and his tongue parted a path straight to her entrance.

The unexpected move elicited a gasp out of her. Residual tremors were still pulsing through her body, and they intensified at his renewed attention, sending a new wave of tiny shudders down her spine. "W-What are you doing?" she asked in a daze, not yet able to process what was happening.

"Drinking you up," Eli stated the obvious with his mouth still on her. The vibration of his reply sent another bolt of shudder spreading through her limbs. "Unless there’s something else you’d rather like me to do?"

A moan replaced any possible reply when his tongue snaked through all the barriers and dipped inside her.

Harper’s mind was still foggy, dizzy from the climax that had just stolen all the control she had over her body, but she doubted that she could’ve anticipated this even in her clearest headspace. How was it even ... possible, to do what he just did? And how could this feel so heavenly, soothing all those lingering tremors inside her while at the same time, coaxing new ones into life?

She felt as if she was drifting on a cloud, surrounded by unreal sensations. The languid bliss of coming down from the high fought against the fresh throbbing reawakened by his caress, and she had no clue how to stay afloat amidst the whirlwind of what she felt. But her body seemed to have made a decision on its own accord. Before she knew it, her hips had already tilted higher, an invitation asking for more, more.

He did not disappoint. That skilled tongue seemed to know exactly where she wanted him, stroking and swirling in simple but giddying patterns that made her sigh in both contentment and evergrowing need. When he closed his lips around her, suckling loud enough for her to hear, she didn’t even have half a mind to be embarrassed. All she could feel was the steady flood of heat engulfing her, melting her, drowning her, and her own moans were pouring out, mixed in with the sound of his working and heavy breathing.

"My word ... You are sweeter than honey, Harper. And the sounds you make are more beautiful than a siren’s." When he finally paused enough to speak, his voice was raspy and hungry. Awestruck, if Harper still had enough of her mind left to be able to categorize it.

But she barely had any mind left. All thoughts died in her head as he returned to lapping her up without wasting another second, trailing from the bottom back toward the top. Waves of pleasure built faster and faster, a blazing path of heat ignited on every new inch of territory he claimed. When he reached the swollen bud at the apex of her core again ...

That area was still so sensitive from her earlier climax. The moment his lips touched her there, all the lingering afterwaves clashed with the sensations of the new onslaught, soaring together higher, wilder. Harper moaned uncontrollably, and when he swirled his tongue once more, she buckled so hard that her legs clenched down in a death grip around his shoulders, trembling. She could only hope that she wouldn’t strangle him right there.

But clearly, Eli didn’t mind it at all. One of his hands even looped around her thigh, holding her closer. "Beautiful," he said again. "Perfect." Another long stroke accompanied the word. "How did I get to be the luckiest bastard in this whole world?"

If Harper was still able to think clearly, she would’ve marveled and swooned over the undisguised reverence in his voice. But at the mercy of his wicked mouth, she was mindless. The only thing she could do was to clutch his hair and struggle for breath while the rest of the world died away, leaving only a piece of her trembling under his kisses and touch.

When he ran his tongue again in that maddening circle, finally tipping her over the edge, even that last piece of her shattered into oblivion, leaving a thousand ecstatic shards behind.