His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 155: Dreams and Paradise

Chapter 155: Dreams and Paradise

** Eli **

When he was sure that she felt comfortable, he started moving again, keeping his pace as slow as he could. With her legs still tucked against his hips, he looped his free hand around and stroked her thigh, soothing the pressure from the motion that was still new to her.

To Eli’s utter relief, this incredible girl didn’t even seem to need any soothing. Her body was boneless, easing effortlessly into his every touch and every move, and as he gradually deepened their kiss, delving into her mouth with a soft stroke that mirrored his small advances below, he felt her ... smiling, her lips noticeably curving against his.

"Does this pace work for you?" he asked, pleased to see that she seemed to be approving, though he wanted to make sure.

"Oh yes ..." The hint of a smile was unmistakable even in her voice. "I love it ... It’s just the way I always dreamed it would be."

That comment made Eli’s heart flip a full somersault. "You’ve dreamed of this?"

She went a little stiff for a split second, as if just realizing that she had inadvertently admitted such a fact. Then she let out a sheepish chuckle. "I ... have, quite literally. Every weekend after we ... were done, I always wondered what it’d be like to do it like this. To have you in my arms while you’re ... inside me. To feel all those things you do to me while you’re kissing me, hugging me. To—"

She cut herself short when he suddenly stopped moving with a low hiss.

"S-Sorry, was that too cheesy?" she asked with a start.

No. That wasn’t cheesy. That was ... Eli didn’t know how to describe what that was. Only that it had struck somewhere so deep inside him that he almost lost it again, and he had to stop himself before flying right over the edge.

"... It’s very far from cheesy," he said. A few moments of pause followed as he tried to rein in the urge for the second time tonight, as well as decide how much of his own secrets to share. "I ... have had similar dreams myself," he admitted in the end.

He could feel Harper’s breath catch. "Was it like this too for you?" she asked softly.

No ... Not at all. He had his own fantasies, every single one of them sinful and wild. Some of them much filthier than the others. He had imagined having her on a table, on the floor, against a wall. He had imagined plunging hard and fast into her until she was senseless. He had even imagined her accepting him in places that weren’t—

Eli shook his head and physically winced at those illusive scenes. How foolishly and unforgivably shallow of him.

"Mine were different ... but I prefer your version." He tightened his arm around her. His other hand slid up the side of her body, reaching for her hand, and he laced their fingers together as he kissed her again. "A thousand times more."

He meant what he said. Harper was always the wise one, and this time was no exception. She understood it better — why did things have to be wild and carnal to be good? This tender and exquisite feeling of simply being with her, sharing every sensation with her while holding her, engraving her presence onto every pore of his existence ... was unlike anything he had envisioned before, and there was no other way he’d rather want it at this moment.

Harper seemed to have sensed his revelation, as she didn’t probe further about the version he imagined in his dreams. In the comfortable quiet between them, he resumed the gentle slide of his hips, slowly and carefully picking up the same tempo from earlier, taking his time while she sighed softly into his mouth.

He had never gone so torturously slow in his entire life ... At first, it was out of necessity, because he was afraid to hurt her and wanted to give her as much time as she needed to ease into it. But now, he was doing it for himself, because he wanted this to last. He didn’t want to cloud his senses with lust, or rush to the end and lose this precious moment to oblivion. He wanted to simply kiss her forever, hug her forever, keep that intimate connection between them forever ...

And he simply wanted her to enjoy every second of it.

Keeping the desperate need within him in check, he focused on the sound of her breathing, tuning his attention to the small undulations in its cadence that told him what she was feeling. With every tiny change of his angle, he searched for those sensitive spots he was familiar with, and it wasn’t long before he felt her inner muscles clench around him, a soft moan breaking free from between their lips.

"Like it?" he whispered, lowering his hips to repeat the motion. "Was that how you dreamed of it too?"

The next sound she made was a half laugh, half gasp. "Oh, this is ... better." Her chuckle turned into another moan on its way into his mouth. "I don’t think I was capable of ... dreaming up something so beyond my imagination like this ..."

... Damn, how did she always know exactly what to say to send his heart racing, his blood boiling? And to make him want to give her even better things ... and more.

"Then let’s work on those limits of your imagination, shall we?" With his fingers still entwined around hers, Eli slid both of their hands below her waist, gently lifting her legs to a better angle. There he glided forward again, landing precisely the way he knew she liked.

Her moans were coming faster now. With every movement, he could feel the increasing flutters of her walls, pulling him in further and tighter. As slow as he tried to keep the pace, the tension was winding up quickly, and it wasn’t long before she couldn’t keep up with their kisses anymore. Panting in shallow breaths, she buried her face into the crook of his neck, the sound of her moans tickling his ear with the most ravishing itch.

Eli felt like walking along the edge of the abyss, holding on precariously as his body threatened to leap into that gravity pull any second. But he refused to let go. This sensation was theirs ... hers. He wouldn’t let go until she was with him, until she added a new and perfect scene to those beautiful dreams.

"Eli ..." Harper was whimpering against his neck. Her fingernails scratched his shoulders, leaving a trail somewhere between tingles and pain that felt impossibly golden. "I think I’m getting close ... Can you ... can we ... finish together?"

Hell. Hell yes.

Even without her saying it, he already felt it coming as well. It was written in the acceleration of her heartbeat, the tightening of her core, the silent demand as her back arched subconsciously into him. Keeping the same angle and the gentle impact, he picked up his speed just a little, making her moan again louder into his hair. "Yes," he rasped, knowing that his own control had been pushed dangerously to the point of finally snapping. "Yes ... Come with me."

His hand slipped between their entangled bodies, and he grazed his fingertip lightly over her clit.

A violent shudder ripped through her body as she cried into his shoulder. Her fingers dug into his back, and she spasmed hard from deep inside, squeezing him so tight that for a moment, he was sure that he saw stars in the back of his eyes.

Only then did he let go, and he joined her in that enraptured ascension into paradise.