His Naughty Lessons

** Eli **

The scent of her arousal was everywhere, infused in the air and the steam all around them. Eli inhaled deeply, feeling high, like he had just gulped down a lethal dose of aphrodisiac.

Maybe he had indeed. Maybe that was how Harper worked her secret magic on him, how she succeeded in driving him out of his mind with only the simplest touch. His groin was still aching from the feeling of her grinding into him, and he had come so close to losing control when she did that. All his instincts were screaming, urging him to lift her hips just a bit higher and thrust into her, to lose himself in the tight and welcoming heat of her body. He had barely managed to hold himself back ... and now, with her scent and her moans burning into all his senses, the impulse was on the rise again, making his cock twitch with want.

It seemed almost ironic, that he had once thought it was the innocent and inexperienced part of her that turned him on. Oh how wrong he was. The scorching need he felt now was not even a comparison, when she let go of her shyness and showed him her unrestrained desire.

Later, he might think back and reflect upon the inappropriateness in all of this — there were about a dozen reasons why he should never cross that line with Harper, and the fact that such a lustful thought had even occurred to him was unnerving, mortifying. But at this moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted right now was to tease her, please her, to hear more of those erotic sounds she made and to feel the tremors pulsing through her from his touch.

With that thought in mind, he settled himself behind her knees, bringing the trail of kisses down the small of her back, her waist, her hips, before continuing on to her ass cheeks. He heard a gasp break free from her throat when his lips landed there.

"Like it?" he murmured against her skin, caressing her with the vibration of the words. She obviously had no idea that this area could be so sensitive, and he could feel the unexpected sensation working into that taut tension inside her. He smiled, upping the game with just a bare graze of his teeth. "I should’ve known. All this time, you’ve been hiding such a nice ass under all those deceivingly loose skirts."

A breathy sound that was a half laugh, half sigh threaded out of her. "Is that ... a hint for me to invest in some thongs?" she asked.

Oh, fuck yes. Just the mental image of her wearing one was enough to make him twitch again. Although— "I’d love to take up on that offer." He traced his hand back, sliding up her thigh. "But it makes a bit of a conundrum ... If I had to spend a whole evening knowing this is what you look like under your dress," — his finger reached up to graze her slippery entrance, and he almost sighed from his own pleasure when she moaned — "it would’ve made things ... a lot harder."