His Naughty Lessons

** Eli **

Eli couldn’t look away even if he tried to, but he liked how she demanded it. How she said the words so dominantly that it was impossible for him not to follow the command.

He had never imagined himself the kind of person to enjoy a woman taking complete control in bed, to have him at her utter mercy and give him orders with that kind of tone. But with this girl, everything was always different. He loved this side of her — craved it, in fact — and he could never defy his goddess’s will. When their eyes locked onto each other, he couldn’t so much as blink.

Her beautiful gaze was dark, glimmering with reflections of the bedside lamps that glowed like twin stars above a deep emerald sea. One of her hands slowly glided up his thigh, and when she wrapped those soft fingers snuggly around his shaft, he twitched visibly. Though this time, he kept his eyes open, focused on the smile widening across her lips.

"I haven’t done this since that first night in Hawaii," she said, "after we got out of the swimming pool."

Well, not that he had given her much chance to. Ever since that day, ever since they banished that last rule keeping their boundaries in check, they had always been too eager and hungry to go slow. The delicate art of savoring had rarely been on the agenda again ... unless there was whipped cream involved.

"Is this the special little surprise you said you’ve prepared for me?" Eli asked expectantly. He could hear his voice already turning raspy.

Harper chuckled. "Actually ... No. But perhaps it counts as a good start." Her hand started sliding, stroking him as she let the words brush teasingly over his moist skin. "Do you miss it?"

With that, her tongue flicked out, flattening against his base and moving up his underside in a long, firm stroke.