His Naughty Lessons

** Harper ** God he was hard. And huge.

Harper had a moment of self doubt as she bared the full glory of Eli’s body to her eyes. How was it possible that every time she looked at this part of him, it always seemed ... larger than what she remembered? If they had actually gone through with everything today ... what would it feel like to fit such a raging enormity inside her?

She bit her lips, pondering that this should be the time when she said something dirty or witty. But despite all the "dialogue practices" from the past month, no words came to her mind. Because this wasn’t practice anymore — it felt too real, too meaningful for casual jokes.

So she opted for complete honesty instead. Peering up from under her lashes, she met Eli’s gaze once more. "Will you tell me if I do something you like or dislike?" Her hand lightly grazed his thigh. "I know you’ve been letting me try whatever I want, to help me learn ... But this is different. I want to make sure you feel good this time."

He twitched instantly, so much that she felt the muscles snap tight in his legs. She didn’t know it was possible for him to get any harder ... but apparently he did, perking up even higher to the point that the head was almost falling toward his stomach.

"There isn’t even a remote chance that you can do anything I don’t like, Harper." His hand slid out of her hair for a moment, cupping her cheek, and he brushed his thumb softly over her lips. "If you can see what I’m seeing and feel what I’m feeling right now, you would only be asking why I haven’t come yet from just looking at you."

Damn those seductive words. It was Harper’s turn to feel a rush of heat filling her body in response, making her blood boil with the need to draw that release out of him. And that was what she did. With a smile that promised blissful sins, she wrapped her hand around him and closed her lips over the glistening tip.

A groan shuddered out of him as he threw his head back. His eyes flew shut, and she felt him swell in her mouth, hard and hot like she was swallowing solid fire.

The heat of that fire licked through her, pooling in her core in a puddle of liquid gold. She loved this sight of him, this uncontrolled reaction that she was able to elicit out of him. Swirling her tongue, she took it one step further, gently running a circle around his girth in a way that she remembered he liked. Her fingers tightened around the base, slowly beginning to slide in a matching rhythm.

"Fuck." A curse broke through clenched teeth. "I’m going to last ... about thirty seconds."