Chapter 93: Sweet Oblivion
** Eli **
His raging manhood was so eager and ready that as soon as it was freed, it sprang up to full height immediately, almost slapping Harper in the face.
"Oh, that seems ... bigger than I remember." She peered at the blatant thing from under her lashes, and the look on her face ... Damn. Was she feigning it, or had she somehow really managed to say something like that with such an innocent and curious expression?
The image of their last Saturday together in the shower flashed like lightning in Eli’s mind. The way she had perched herself over his crotch just like what she was doing now. The way she had smiled up at him, boldly studying his erection as if fascinated by the thought of what she could do to it, just like what she was doing now. He could never get enough of such an image, his most erotic fantasy come true, and that bare hair of a distance between her lips and his cock tantalized and tormented him so madly that he thought he might come if she so much as breathed on him.
Eli inhaled with a shudder. "I’ll pretend I didn’t just hear about your previous impression being anything less than ... magnificent." He was proud that he was still capable of delivering a marginally witty response to her tease, considering his brain was barely functioning at this point.
Harper’s smile widened. Then her tongue flicked out, and the soft tip of it grazed along his underside in a feathery lick.
Oh fuck. His body didn’t even get a chance to prepare before a hiss broke free, mortifying him by how easily it came out of his throat. And when she repeated it, meeting his eyes as she licked her lips and tasted him with another light stroke, he twitched uncontrollably at both the sight and the touch.
She grinned at his reaction. Her hand reached out, holding him at the base while she ran her tongue over him again, this time along his entire length.
Eli threw his head back, gasping. Since when had this wicked girl mastered such a technique? With just the perfect amount of pressure, she measured his shaft with slow caresses, flattening her tongue against him and swiping from the root all the way to the edge of the head. There she teased him with a swirl at the rim, gently fondling him but carefully avoiding the tip.
He twitched again, the maddening sensation shooting heat into every part of his body like crackling flames.
"And it keeps twitching ... It’s alive." The wicked girl made an astute observation at that. "Does it bite, too?"
"..." Her first and very green attempt at dirty talk was oddly working on him, making an unusual type of thrill tighten in his groin. Or was it actually from the tickle of her breath as she spoke, adding hot fuel to those flames beneath his skin?