His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 153: Yours

Chapter 153: Yours

** Harper **

Eli chuckled again at the look on her face. "Well, if you want me to—"

"No," Harper said hastily, even though his voice didn’t hold a trace of judgment. "A girl can figure out how to do it. I’ve handled challenges much harder than this before, haven’t I?"

No pun intended.

She took a deep breath and plucked the rubber out of the packet. It was actually slightly embarrassing that she had never held a condom in her hand until now ... but at the same time, she was glad that her first experience got to be on such a special occasion. On a special day, with a special person, which made it much more than just another challenge or "lesson".

Her eyes darted up, studying the special person as her hand moved to his groin. His body was a sculpted work of art, and she loved it when it was fully bared to her like this, without a single shred of fabric obstructing her view. Even better when her own naked body was in the same frame of sight, reminding her of what they were right in the middle of. Even better when he was perched against a backdrop of roses and tropical flowers, so beautiful and romantic, reminding her of what they were right in the middle of. Even better when she was holding a—

Damn. It was probably weird to feel so turned on by the thought of putting a slippery rubber tube on a guy, but that was totally what was happening at this moment, and Harper’s heart raced as she rolled the thing carefully onto his shaft.

He twitched the instant she made contact. Twitched again when she fumbled a little on the way down, unfamiliar with how to keep the edge of the ring at the right angle. When she finally reached the base, both of them let out a sigh at the same time.

Hers was from half relief, half arousal. His was—

"You’ll be the end of me," Eli breathed, and that was all the clues she got before he captured her lips once more, bracing her shoulders as they fell back into the bed of roses.

Hot kisses engulfed her. As much as she could tell that he was still holding back, the heat was unmistakable when he swept deep into her mouth, breathing her in as if she was the very air of his life. His hand roamed all over her body, reigniting the sparks over every inch in its wake, and she moaned into his mouth when he pressed himself snug against her, nestled right at the place aching and waiting for him.

He was patient and careful about it though. So, very, patient, and careful. Sliding one hand under her thigh, he gently spread her legs wider. "Open up for me," he coaxed softly without leaving her lips. "It’ll feel better this way."

Harper obliged in a heartbeat. Which was a very short amount of time at this point, considering how fast her heart was beating. Too many feelings mixed into an adrenaline rush within her — the anticipation, the desire, the slightly uncertain thrill of the unknown ...

But then, every last one of those thoughts evaporated when his hand traveled back to her center, and the pad of his fingertip brushed soft circles around that sensitive bud.

Another moan tore out of her mouth, this one shuddering from deep within. "Eli!" Harper clutched his shoulders as tension quickly started to wind under his touch, all the shimmering little embers in her core glowing bright again with fresh kindling, immediately pushing her toward that familiar high. But he hadn’t even started the real part ...

"I got you," he reassured her. The heated kisses changed into sensual pecks as he nudged her lips softly, caressing them with his breath. "I want to make this good for you ... Trust me, and just focus on what you enjoy."

With that, he pushed himself forward just a little, settling firmly at her entrance.

The pressure there wasn’t something Harper was used to. But she had no time to feel uncomfortable, because his fingers were still drawing circles in that bewitching pattern, rousing waves of pleasure that demanded full attention of her mind and body. She moaned again, and in a state of blissful daze, she spread her legs even wider, unashamed and unafraid.

It was Eli’s turn to let out a muffled groan. Was that a sound of approval? And when he repeated the motion, nudging forward another tiny distance, his breathing was turning almost as ragged as hers.

"Keep going ..." Harper held his shoulders tighter, panting the words. The work of his hand was sending her adrift higher and higher, but the more he did it, the more she felt ... wanting. The space within her pulsed, craving for his touch, and she wanted him to fill that empty ache inside, to give her the last push of sensations that was still amiss.

Her words only made him groan again, and he cursed, quietly though not enough to escape her ears. "Harper ... Damn it, don’t say it like that ... I ... Fuck. I’m going to lose it the moment I’m inside you."

He said it as if it was a horrible thing, Harper thought. She herself was undoubtedly getting to the tipping point any time now ... and she didn’t mind it a single bit. Canting her hips higher, she pressed her core closer into his fingertip and gave him fuller access below, making both of them moan in the process. "Do it," she urged, breathless, yet she felt like she had never been so sure of another decision in her life. "Make me yours, Eli. I want to be yours."

That seemed to be the last straw. A shudder rippled through his body, enough for her to feel the hard twitch nestled against her opening, sending a torrent of liquid heat coursing through her own veins. His heavenly fingers picked up speed, and just as he sent her teetering over that delicious edge, he thrust forward.

She barely felt the pinch before waves of pleasure consumed her, drowning all other sensations and making her buckle with a rapt cry.