His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 152: Don’t Stop

Chapter 152: Don’t Stop

** Harper **

Eli lapped her up slowly, with soft strokes that anchored her as she drifted back down from the high. This was the time when he’d usually sooth her gently, letting her ride out every last wave of pleasure while residual tremors continued to pulse through her body ...

But today, Harper didn’t want that. Her breathing was still ragged, yet she didn’t wait for it to calm down before pulling him up, sealing that sinful mouth with her own. "Don’t stop," she whispered into his lips, not caring how needy she sounded, and her hand glided down between them, reaching for the place that she knew was as hard for her as she was wet for him.

Blissful as the ecstasy he just gave her was, she wanted more. She wanted to share the moment with him, to feel the both of them ascend to that sensational paradise together in each other’s arms.

A groan shuddered out of him when she pulled on the elastic of his boxer briefs. She could already feel the scorching heat there, burning her skin before she could even slip under—

"Harper." The strained word was accompanied by a hand clasping around her wrist, stopping her. "If you touch me right now ... I’ll be done for before you can finish wrapping those pretty fingers around me."

... Oh.

A new bolt of pleasure shot through Harper’s body at the mere sound of those words. From the way he had kissed her and caressed her earlier, so tender and so controlled, she hadn’t expected that he could be ... just as close to the edge as she was, and the revelation made her dizzy, her already dazed mind turning into a fluffy cloud of pure euphoria.

Her hand didn’t retreat though. Instead, she placed it on his waist, lightly stroking the side of his hips. "Then why don’t we go straight to the next part?" she said softly. "You don’t need to hold anything back for me anymore ... I’m ready for whatever you have to give me."

His body went stiff under her palm, as if what she just said had surprised him. Then he pushed slightly away and looked her in the eye.

It was that look again, so soft and so adoring. The desire was still there, burning with a lambent heat that glowed in the depth of his gaze, but even those flames were eclipsed by the tender light at the forefront of his eyes, shining so bright that she felt as if it touched her soul.

Harper didn’t dare speak, afraid that she’d break the magic shimmering in this moment. Slowly, she brought her hand to his cheek, and she gave him a soft smile, telling him silently that she meant what she said.

It took a few moments before Eli nodded, as if breaking out of a trance himself. Shifting slightly to her side, he reached under the pillow and plucked out the little foil packet tucked underneath.

And then ... It took him three tries to tear it open.

And then ... He obviously realized — only after opening the wrapper — that he hadn’t taken off his boxers yet, and he froze for an awkward second.

Harper blinked. The magical, dreamy thoughts in her mind were quickly replaced by puzzled astonishment: was this truly the same guy who had warned her over and over again of his infamously undisciplined lifestyle? How could he ... have this much trouble with a condom wrapper?

Her reaction didn’t escape his eyes. With an embarrassed grunt, Eli ran a hand down his face. "Sorry, that wasn’t— I—"

He cut himself off with a quiet curse, offering no more explanation. But from the slightly different edge to his voice, Harper could tell that he sounded ... a little nervous.

... Nervous? Him??

Her lips parted in shock. No way. The big bad playboy himself ... was nervous about sleeping with her? But she was supposed to be the shy virgin fidgeting over her first time, not the other way around!

The realization stunned her, and her brain reeled to process the peculiar reality. He had told her before that he wanted to make it special for her today, that he wanted to give her a most memorable evening to last. But she hadn’t known how much he had taken those words to heart until now ... Was it the pressure of pleasing her and meeting her expectations that made him utterly unlike himself? Was she truly so special to him that he was taking every step as such a serious mission?

Harper felt her heart swell at the thought. Awkward as the situation might look, she found him adorable like this, and the thought of how much he cared brought a grin to her face.

Though the next second, when Eli stared at her in horror, she realized belatedly that the grin was too easy to be mistaken for a ridicule at his expense. So she schooled her face back to a soft expression. "Should I help you with that?" She nodded at the packet in his hand. "I thought this part was supposed to be my job. And I promise I won’t touch you ... too much."

A raised eyebrow was her confirmation that she had successfully diverted his attention. She smiled to herself inwardly — never in a thousand years would she dare to think that she’d be the one to try to calm him tonight.

To her satisfaction, Eli obliged quickly enough. "We’ll just have to start over again if you do," he replied with a small chuckle, handing her the open packet as she sat up. "Not that I’ll mind ..." Then he shed his boxers with what appeared to be relieved efficiency.

... And the shocks of the evening just kept coming.

Harper’s mouth fell wide open at the sight of how desperately in need he was. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said that he’d be done if she so much as touched him. That part of him looked almost ... engorged, and she felt a rush of heat hissing through her own body when she saw a droplet hovering at the tip of his length, glistening as it teetered on the edge of dripping.

She looked at him, then looked at the wrapper in her hands.

Indeed, how was she supposed to put this on without ruining everything in two seconds?