His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 51: The Other Pretty Things

Chapter 51: The Other Pretty Things

** Eli **

Her breath hitched, and he felt her muscles tighten. Then her chest rose in a quivering inhale as he pushed up the fabric of her shirt, revealing more of her body and covering it with more gentle kisses.

The feel of her skin under his lips was sublime. Soft, silky smooth, impeccable when combined with the subtle scent of vanilla greeting his nostrils. Did she use perfumed lotion, or was this simply her natural scent? Eli wanted to lick her to find out. Or to suckle and bite all the most sensitive spots, make her gasp and wiggle and beg from the tingling. He held back from the temptation — she probably wasn’t ready for that part yet.

So he continued with the feathery kisses, trailing a slow path up her stomach until he reached the barrier of her bra. He glanced at the garment as he nudged her shirt over it. A pretty thing with white floral laces, trimmed with blue embroidery, and—

"Front clasp?" A surprised smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Easy access. Is this some kind of hint for me?"

Harper’s unsteady breathing broke into a puff of chuckle. "N-No, I just thought ... that this one looked pretty." Her eyes darted down to meet his, long lashes fluttering a bit nervously. "Do you like it?"

Terrible little liar, too shy to admit the truth. Eli let this one pass though. "I like pretty things," he admitted and unclasped the hooks. "But unfortunately, I only have eyes for the other pretty thing hidden beneath it."

He let the open halves fall aside and pressed a kiss between her breasts.

Harper stifled a sound as he worked his way to the left, slowly measuring her with his lips. This close to her chest, he could feel the beat of her heart crashing against her ribcage, going faster and faster as he teased her with gentle nudges and soft touches. He circled around, leaving a few light suckles on the underside, and his hand slid up to the right, cupping the other one and giving it a firm squeeze.

"This is much prettier than any laces," he whispered against her skin, letting the warm air from the words brush over her nipple, and he grinned when he saw her shudder and bite down on her lips.

This little vixen ... She was so sexy when she did that, grazing her delicate teeth over those soft, plump lips.

And he wished he could tell her how much he meant the words. Harper had always been pretty in his eyes, but seeing her body in a different light like this ... was an experience from another world entirely. She was just so perfect. The luster of her skin, the soft curves and dips of her waist, the ample yet graceful swell of her breasts and the pink nipples that were already hard as pebbles. Eli was beginning to realize that his earlier joke had turned out true — with a sight like this, it was indeed difficult for a man to resist the urge to devour her savagely.

So he didn’t resist. "I bet it tastes as good as it looks too," he added, and he closed his lips over a pink pebble.

A sharp moan escaped Harper in that same instant, and the sound sent an electric pulse straight down his groin, almost driving a groan out of his own throat. He smothered it, training his attention on the current task instead. He flicked his tongue over her hardened tip, brushing back and forth, teasing the most sensitive spots. His hand kneaded the other side, reveling in the tender softness under his palm, and he gave her time to crave for it before finally grazing his thumb over that neglected nipple, giving it the attention that was due.

"E-Eli ..." She moaned his name breathlessly. And holy fuck, that voice alone was enough to make him twitch with want.

Eli wanted to hear it again. The sound was like a siren call, spellbinding him and making him want more, more. Temporarily releasing her from his lips, he kissed a wet trail between her breasts, dipping into the valley between before rising up the other peak, and he took the other pebble into his mouth. He suckled it gently, giving it all the caresses and fondles that it yearned for, making the siren sigh and whimper and tremble. His hand came up the other side and caught the nipple there, its tip still moist and slightly swollen from his earlier tease. He pinched it between two fingers.

Moans were pouring out of her now, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly beneath him. One of her hands had slipped into his hair — he didn’t even notice when it had happened, only that it was already there — and she was threading her fingers through his locks, her grip tight. He couldn’t see her other hand with his face buried in her breast, but he could feel from the shift of the fabric beneath them that she was clutching the bed sheet. And her legs—

Damn. She was pressing her legs together, squirming like she needed release from the tension inside her that was building too fast, too much.

His whole body burned. Letting his own hand slide down, he squeezed her waist and elicited another rousing sound before gripping her thigh. "Impatient as always, aren’t we?" he slurred with his mouth still occupied.

Only a quivering moan served as a reply, and her legs squirmed some more.

Eli was suddenly glad that he had the foresight to shed his jeans earlier — had he left his lower body at the mercy of any such tight clothing, he might be hissing in pain now with his groin pulsing so hard from the scene in front of him. Hell, he was going to need a whole night of cold showers and some good self care at the end of this ... But it would be so worth it.

Inching away from her sumptuous breasts, he planted kisses over her stomach again and moved down, down, down. Bracing her thighs with both of his hands, he ran his palms along her smooth legs until he stopped at the bottom of her shorts.

"Let me guess — matching white laces and blue embroidery here too?" He tugged at the edge of the fabric, looking up at her flushed face with a wide grin. "And what other pretty things are hiding beneath?"