Chapter 192: Honesty
** Harper **
In a flash, Harper finally understood why the can of whipped cream was sugar free, and the realization made her eyes widen in disbelief.
Eli chuckled at the look on her face. "Don’t tell me that you weren’t expecting this?" One side of his lips curved up in that devilish, unfairly hot lopsided grin. "What did you think I meant when I said I was preparing my favorite dessert to my liking?"
He tossed her shorts and panty to the far end of the couch, parting her legs wider. As he did so, the cream started sliding under its own weight, dripping a sticky path down her center and onto the cushions beneath.
Harper wanted to squeeze her eyes shut. Damn, this would have been a good time to use her blindfold, so that she could hide in the darkness just like last time and pretend that she wasn’t part of this lascivious scene. But at the same time, she wanted to keep her eyes wide open and lock them on the man crouched between her legs, because the dark gaze he was watching her with was so intense, so hungry that she could see the scrumptious appeal of his favorite dessert reflected in its depth.
She settled for the second option ... or at least she tried to. Because she didn’t have long to take in the sight before he brought his mouth to her core, and then she couldn’t help but throw her head back in a shuddering moan, her eyes flying shut.
How could such a creamy, sticky thing smeared on top of her feel ... so impossibly good? She had always known how easily Eli could drive her mad with his tongue, how blissful it felt when he traced that slow, teasing path up her most sensitive spot. But now, when he was repeating the same motion on top of that extra layer, the slippery smoothness made all the sensations even more heartstopping than usual. It was as if he was caressing her with a soft, warm balm of aphrodisiac elixirs, making her breaths catch and her toes curl with every seductive stroke.
And when that balm started sliding down, painting a blazing trail as it moved closer to her entrance ...
Harper knew that she probably shouldn’t, but her legs were already opening up wider on their own accord, giving him better access. She wanted more ... and she couldn’t help another hard moan when that nimble tongue dipped inside, answering her silent request with a sensual flick.
"Good girl," he breathed when he paused just long enough to speak. "You like it when I eat you up like this, don’t you?"
... That was probably the most brazen thing he had ever said to her. They hadn’t done dirty talks since the early stage of their "lessons", and the sound of it was ... a little shocking, rumbling like a promise of storm in Harper’s ears. But he wasn’t the slightest bit wrong there — she did like it, this storm of guilty pleasure, and even though she wasn’t equally brazen enough to say it out loud, her body answered with the truth, clenching down tight and burning all the more scorchingly under his caress.
"Mmmm ... I see. No wonder you are so generous with me today," Eli continued, and she felt his lips replacing his tongue in a soft suckle. "You’re dripping all over the couch," he added.