His Naughty Lessons

** Eli **

Harper’s moan was so uncontrolled that it practically vibrated through her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and that area beneath his palm tightened, pulsing hot and wet.

"God. I’m starting to think ... Maybe we should’ve gone with the box from the concierge after all?" she panted.

Eli hissed a groan of his own at the bold admission. This sexy, beautiful, wonderous girl ... How come she always knew exactly what to say to turn his insides into liquid? And even more so, to make that liquid simultaneously a rivulet of molten lava and a pool of squishy jelly, for both the need it roused in his body and the tenderness it brought to his heart?

"I can tell ..." he replied. The words came out almost a slur with his mouth still latched onto her. His palm glided along her slippery core, and he stroked her entrance softly with the pad of his finger. "You seem quite ’prepared’ for it, indeed."

The reference to what she said earlier made her chuckle. Then that chuckle turned into another moan when he swirled his tongue, making the hard pebble in his mouth perk up even more at the caress. Her legs clenched down on him in what looked like pure reflex, locking behind his back in a silent plea for him to proceed to the next step.

As hot as it was to see her like this, Eli didn’t give in to the temptation. "Be patient with me ... I want to make it good for you too," he whispered, finger still hovering just beyond her threshold. "I want you to know how I’ve always wanted to do this, how I’ve always wanted to please you."

He heard her breath catch. His own heart was slamming against his ribcage violently as he said it. Those were the words he could never imagine admitting to her before — too personal, too intimate, too inappropriate for the arrangements they had made. But at last, he didn’t have to hide these thoughts any longer. He wanted to please her, to worship her, to tell her with every kiss and every touch how perfect she was. To show her how incredible, how impossible it was that for at least this moment, he could call her his.

He splayed his fingers, sliding between her folds, and he caressed her gently with slow, measured strokes. He had never felt her so wet before, drenched so completely that he wondered if she was dripping onto the couch. The thought that she was so turned on because of him — that the pleasure she had bestowed him earlier was capable of giving her so much satisfaction in return — made him reel in giddiness, and he showed it to her with a hard suckle, swirling his tongue once more around the sensitive tip of her breast.

Another moan, this one dropping lower in timber, a sign that she was getting close to the sweet spot he wanted her at. Eli smiled to himself, switching course, kissing a path across the valley between her twin peaks and landing on the other side, capturing the new summit into his mouth. Shifting his weight onto his elbow, he freed his other hand and let it take over the moist pebble already swollen from his suckling, brushing his thumb over the top.